ImeldaImelda1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little girl with baby dolls and rainbow colored ponies.
Mommy, daddy, puppy dogs make sure she's never lonely.
Candy canes and lollipops and sugar-coated treats.
Living in a wealthy land has made her life so sweet.
...and then there's Imelda
Little boy with GI Joe's and Lego's from the store.
Small town life with little league keeps him from being bored.
Chocolate cake and ice cream too and friends to come and play.
Life for him means living free, here in the USA.
...and then there's Imelda
Living in a poorer land, she never has enough.
What she needs is food and drink, forget that other stuff!
Sanitation, clothes to wear, and education too.
Never feeling happiness, forever feeling blue.
...pray for Imelda
Gaze into those dark brown eyes and tell her you don't care.
Look at her, she's begging you with pleading, hungry stares!
Suffer all the precious ones who never get the chance,
to live life as it's meant to be, a joyful happy dance.
Poetry: 'Envy'Malice and venom drown my swollen heart,Poetry: 'Envy'5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
made scarred and tumorous from envy’s flame.
The poisonous fire forms a vital part
of a lethal instinct I can’t reclaim.
Born of passion, it is a lover’s shame,
Far more vicious than any holy war;
countless lives have been taken in its name.
A sinful wound that festers in my core,
hissing words of spite I cannot ignore.
Words that are spat, like acid from my lips,
Against both friend and rival, and yet the more
my jealousy smoulders, the more I grieve,
as though in vengeance, there is no reprieve.
What is it Good For?There is nothing in the world that I truly abhorWhat is it Good For?3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the senseless exercise that is war
Makes misery rife
Is the best we can do really meekly asking “what is it good for”?
I mean I don’t wish to bore and procrastinate
But given its tendency to burn and devastate
And its constant repeat
Ensure eventual defeat
Why can’t we give up this senseless hate?
I don’t like the American bosses but don’t hate the Yanks
Especially not the poor sods marching in the ranks
Nor do I hate the French
Or the heirs of the Ubermensch
Nor do I hate Ivan and Artyom crammed into Russian Tanks
I don’t hate anyone not even the sons of the Shah
In fact I think peace with them would go real far
Better than a mention
Of Geneva Convention
I look forward to the day when we all can give a hearty Yee-Hah!
I know I’m usually in the extreme minority
On issues of beliefs, politics and sexuality
But I’m surely not
The only one to give a jot
Poetry: 'Like Death and Taxes'As each week ends, we trade five days for two,Poetry: 'Like Death and Taxes'5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Five days spent meandering through the grey
like trudging through thick mud, our limbs drag on
As we struggle hard not to lapse behind
the ceaseless march of the conglomerate
to which we all fall in line and accept
As each week starts, we awake in our thousands,
all simultaneously possessing
the same burning, seething ache for elsewhere,
somewhere, anywhere else but where we are.
For some, it is an ever exhausting climb
to some peak of fleeting comfort or joy.
But for those with no discernable end?
It’s an endlessly labouring trek
into an ever-retreating horizon.
They say all good things will come in good time,
but where in time is there ‘good’ to be found?
Time is a slow, malicious entity,
Cruel how it lags during moments of pain,
only to accelerate when we are joyous
as though in jealousy it seeks to snatch
the happiness for which we toiled so long.
There is no one truly content in life,
and this is a bl
Poetry: 'Rats'In dank, dim bars they swarm like sewer rats,Poetry: 'Rats'5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bedraggled and desperate in the dark.
Necking bottled desolation in vats,
Each and every hopeless soul bears the mark,
of apathy’s lethargic touch, cold kiss.
They gather like a horde of the Undead,
Each one infected with ignorant bliss,
Unaware their freedom hangs by a thread.
They know not the power they could possess,
How much influence this swarm could exert,
How they could, in revolution, progress,
But in dispassion, they remain inert.
They never thought how rats could overthrow kings,
And thus by choice remain in darkened dwellings.
DishwaterDishwaterDishwater1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyelids fluttering like moths over candle wax,
And a smile like a flame behind tracing paper,
Eyes like worlds of their own and you can see the lapse
in her concentration. Perfect. Singed at the edges.
And her mouth opens a little as she starts to say,
The stars in the sky are resting on the tip of her tounge.
And her feet tap on the floor as she runs away,
Hair curling undone at the base of her neck.
“Ow,” is the word that tumbles from her O-shaped mouth
Before she scrambles to pick it up, a blush grazing her cheek.
The sun hits her face like a halo as she looks out south
sunflower-colored eyelashes white with the dancing dust.
Table for Two -Part 3Table for Two, Part 3Table for Two -Part 322 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"In the Name of Love" edition
"Stop! In the name of Love,
Before you make me deaf..!"
It seems, that no matter where we go,
To sit alone and listen to sweet words,
Some simple, common, cheap life walks in,
And all we say goes unheard.
Perhaps Love is just an entry in their dictionary;
It hardly seems to rise after they marry.
Well! It cannot be found in the mouth,
If it is not deep in the heart,
What a shame that France and Britain gave this land up.
They might have taught that Love is an art.
We will have to wait or go else where.
Common, cheap, simple souls never seem to care.
To liveI look around everywhere and seeTo live1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see those who produce
I see the noble worker
Their lives to produce and live
They bring light and wonders
They produce for themselves
They produce for no other man
And they continue to do so
But I see those who loot
They say that it is selfish to do this
Selfish to produce for yourself
So they take from those who produce
So the producers are belittled
They are called evil
Greedy, evil and disgusting
And are bullied by the looters
Looters say they do so for a cause
That it is noble and will help
That it will be noble to take
And so those producers are robed
Then I see him, a glorious hero
A man with a mind of power
A mind of intelligence and reason
The mind of a individual
He looks to the looters to say
Why is it so evil what they do
The looters in response and anger
because they keep it to themselves
The man looking at their souls and minds
he looked and stood there silent
He stood and thought, he saw and thought
He thought and finally opened his mout
Change: Our IllusionIron clad followersChange: Our Illusion1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chemical licked sorrows
Freedom is sure death
Only inauspicious tomorrows
True Passion within Hate
Malice curled within expression
Once power is the taste
Will it truly cause obsession
Corrupted and Septic souls
Old and New tyranny
Duplicate with blood and lies
Well isn’t that irony?
BadBad:Bad2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Discrepancies with nightmares awake me from corners,
belligerent, atrocious, demanding.
They bargain my sanity down in ventricle's abyss,
begging, asking, desperate.
Small collarbone wings, mangled by first frost,
benign, amity, disabled.
They never could sway the night's requests,
benevolent, apathetic, deadly.
Yeah, About That...You've got freedom of speech -Yeah, About That...2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as long as we agree with what you say.
And you've got freedom of religion -
as long as you worship our way.
And then there's universal suffrage -
now, that one's really cute.
You think your vote actually counts?
I got a better question for you:
Just how much
were your campaign contribution amounts?
Ah! Freedom of expression -
just as long as your expression is politically-correct.
And freedom of thought -
as long as your thoughts are what we'd expect.
Freedom of the press -
9-11 taught us that we can no longer let that one slide.
Freedom of non-conformity -
Hah! Not on your life!
Economic freedom -
such a beautiful lie.
Living the Western Dream:
Pie in the Sky when you die.
Freedom of travel -
right after you get your cojones groped.
Freedom of intellectual and artistic discovery -
good luck with that after you're anti-depressant or Ritalin-doped.
Freedom to embark on spiritual journeys
to find a better way -
No need to go to all that
La Malaise Postmoderne deuxiemeLa Malaise Postmoderne 2iemeLa Malaise Postmoderne deuxieme3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This Bedouin has set up his tent
To rest from the life of wandering
But I watch the meandering crowds
Like cicadas buzzing loud
So I scarcely hear me think
The disorder seems so widespread
They think of their selves too much
Not only separate from their society
Accursed with the madness of disunity
They slowly, so slowly, lose touch
Home seems the inevitable choice
Far from the distracting and meaningless voices
Where I can hear her sweet words,
That go about, outdoors, unheard
Three Cheers for Mutiny!Mutiny,Three Cheers for Mutiny!1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running down the halls.
Are you looming near?
We see right through your calls!
Do we have something to fear?
Who else is like your little dolls?
Puppets on a string here!
Does the rebellion appall?
You will hear our voices cheer!
CII RaedchenWie vom Zahnrad im GetriebeCII Raedchen1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wird Funktion von dir erwartet.
Bricht ein Zahn, dann setzt es Hiebe,
Gehörst zum Schrott: du bist entartet.
Genug stehen zum Ersatz bereit
Was aus dir wird? ist piepegal!
"Eigenverantwortung" wer auf der Strecke bleibt
Und alles von vorn ein weiteres mal.
Nur die aus Platin, ganz ganz oben
Dreh'n sich in Sicherheit ein Leben lang.
Posten und Pöstchen werden verschoben
Mit Beziehungen geht alles seinen Gang.
Funktionier, denn du weißt es genau-
Was sonst aus dir wird interessiert keine Sau.
out there, a pantoum.out thereout there, a pantoum.4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're out there we should meet them.
"But they might have a different idea of who I am."
I'm sure they won't mind.
"Why do you want to see them?"
Maybe they have a different idea of who I am.
"They probably aren't what they seem."
Why don't you want to see them?
"I don't want to know what they are."
They most likely aren't what they seem.
"What if they are?"
I want to know what they are.
"They won't be kind."
But what if they are?
"They're out there, you could meet them."
I won't be kind
"I'm sure they won't mind."
Like a Pile of SticksAt the nearest leftLike a Pile of Sticks4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
behind the right winged
and centre squared men
will I see my death.
Their lark tongues will bring
surface to past sin.
from spacial knowing
breaks me limb from limb.
They only behead
birds after they sing
a single hymn.
They call it progress.
I call it playing
forgive then forget.
To the Children After the Boom.In the years before I was born,To the Children After the Boom.4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
life made more sense.
Now our fathers begin to mourn
and drink their days away in scorn.
After their children's lives commence
they'll gamble all that they once had
and only think in present tense.
They'll drive us mad
at what expense?
The Return of InhibitionInhibitions warm embrace covers me,The Return of Inhibition1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Protects me from the coldness of the open world outside.
Allows a veil to cover my head
Hiding my features,
Hiding my fears
For only i need to know them.
Myself and my God.