Victimization Poems

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Marionette

Marionette short poem

Marionettes made to do with hands on strings Serpants smiling squirming savage stings A hope for justice as the pendulum swings You’re in the arms of dark angels that sing Coarsing through your blood is acid The road now you

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Tears

Tears elegy

Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old

L’amant Interdite

L’amant Interdite long poem

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Identity

Identity long poem

What is your history? And what is your identity? Are you related to your identity because of your history? And what is identity when it changes every century? Nations and invaders enter into each others’ lands Some foreign leader make

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

A Commuted Sentence

A Commuted Sentence short poem

Gunshots in my breakfast sirens swirling the rim of my coffee cup with blue hypnotism dressed for work and away morning air statue still dust of weeks on the candy colored cars moon is full above the rug store a

Love Grows

Love Grows short poem

I saw a flower and it stopped me in my tracks I looked very closely and I found it was looking back So I was transfixed by the colour and where it was at I guess the flower thought the

The Blaze Of Love

The Blaze Of Love ode

Amidst the terrene of the sparkling stars Under the spell of the mesmerizing shadow of the moon The restless movement of the echoing aqua The illusory innocence of the woods The whole realm and the whole span is lost (in

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

Salutation

Salutation prose poem

Hail to you o majestic mountain Bedecked with the crown of snow-capped peaks You seem to dominate the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated in the sky . Blessed with heavenly grace and charm Surrounded by an aura from

Written On The Wind

Written On The Wind short poem

Written on the wind the words came one day, shivering, and tired, and confused. Lost was their meaning, wand’ring all the way. They fell on my lips deadly mused. I’ve buried them kindly in my mind’s willing ear, and I

The Night He Died

The Night He Died elegy

You can try to break him Seize him for surviving Bend him backward over and over Deny him the satisfaction to speak Play him around like a ball Place him on the back sit of your cruiser But still like

Everything Beautiful is You

Everything Beautiful is You short poem

The petals of flowers, and the flower itself, that brings sweet fragrance; Its like you, who brought a life-time happiness to my soul. The strings of the violin and the violin itself, that sings the rhythm of love; Its like

Weave It Your Fate

Weave It Your Fate ode

Free we are born Surrounded by Modern and torn Idle and sly Put together your thread Just soar ahead With a sustainable choice Raise it your voice Weave it your fate Never be late Establish now No matter how An

Ghost Town

Ghost Town long poem

Standing among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn

A cultural cup of tea

A cultural cup of tea short poem

Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug

The Pencil And The Steed

The Pencil And The Steed prose poem

The pencil chose the steed, Who traipsed in her glory across, Perfectly shaded monochromatic forests, Painted with scattered copses of grey moss. Along the white parchment, It glided along the curve of her crest, To the indentations of wither. The

Shadow Of My Life

Shadow Of My Life short poem

You are my life. … Who gives me hope.. .. At each step … And keeps me warm. …. At my heart. …. And makes me feel.. .. To be so special. … I really cannot explain. .. The place

Eyes Open

Eyes Open prose poem

We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on

Rebel In Plain Sight

Rebel In Plain Sight short poem

Let your wings flutter for a while, you may walk,run or crawl but not to give a cry Shimmering stars will flirt with the young night but you may resist to hide in plain sight. The constant clutter of your

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

What Is Happiness

What Is Happiness short poem

What is happiness if I don’t feel the plants feeding through my roots and the blooming smile on my lips being their blossom’s smile? What is happiness if I don’t feel the wings of my soul being the bird’s, flying

Trembling

Trembling short poem

Sparks are dimmed. No use collecting them. I will burn my home to get light. My god was sleeping. Let me use the night goggles. On the ridge walks a silhouette of limping buddha, his neck broken. I did not

The Un-haunted House

The Un haunted House short poem

The cook was in the kitchen The gardener trimming vines I went down to the cellar To fetch a case of wine I came back to the parlor And much to my surprise There stood Master Pennbrook Right before my

I Saw You Through The Window Pain

I Saw You Through The Window Pain short poem

I saw you through the window pain My heart was broken from the hammer you had fall No nothing really matters in my life at all There’s something quite not right about the way you call I know he was

Streak Of Silver

Streak Of Silver short poem

Another evening with hues of red merging into blue, blue morphing into grey, Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver I sit and watch this metamorphosis my eyes lusting for a streak of silver; a falling star –

Forgiven

Forgiven long poem

Can you hear me inside your mind crying out for comfort Can you hear me screaming, crying, beating my fists Can you hear me inside your mind desperate for a voice Can you hear me, Can you hear me !

Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

I walk down the bridge Whispering to my restless mind About your last night’s talk And those unfeeling hands of innocence The night eglantine smiles In its usual way At my timid inexpressive desire And the love filled eyes of

A Departing Dawn

A Departing Dawn prose poem

It is the crimson dawn. I know him since stars traveled away and never came back; his voice is silence, his walk glee of birds, his taste the sigh of earth, his fingers a chill. Every day I watch him

Mood

Mood short poem

Never know how the mood behaves For a moment it is in Ecstasy In moments it may turn out to be Agony One’s response to the situation has direct bearing on mood A sad news when taken in shock creates

My Elegy

My Elegy short poem

What are we, but dust in the wind, A single grain of sand, upon a beach. The merest speck of light, In the great sun’s dazzling rays. A mere moment, in eternity, A mere second, in a life time. For

Tese Meets Rosemary

Tese Meets Rosemary ode

It was indeed orchestrated by providence, for two hypnotized by love on social media. It was indeed the innovation of the times that united two once unbeknownst to each other. Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance. A French kiss

Peace

Peace short poem

Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and

Me…

Me... short poem

Soul like the angel, Eyes like the devil, A twizted brain burned like metal. She turns her head from left to right, She knows she has the beauty of night They shine like stars They tell a tale, They hide

A Scenic View

A Scenic View long poem

Let’s just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain stop for

Love Sonnet 91

Love Sonnet 91 sonnet poems

Our fondest memories sweeten my dreams Like buns, jellies and cakes a child adores, Like pastries, too, that know no other creams, The name remembered most and called is yours; I plan to make confection of a sort, Your smiles

Shopping List

Shopping List short poem

Marble pillars grace castle throne rooms Marbled veins like blood stopped abruptly Pillars with natural lines Not intaglio So elegant, so delicate Like a dahlia But so strong So steady Perhaps the gods created marble To look so effortless, but

Fresh Studies

Fresh Studies prose poem

Sometimes, what you find in a study can only be expressed in the way that you walk it out. Occasionally, one can attempt to explain in words what his recent studies have revealed. Many things that we have already learned

Blackened Crozier

Blackened Crozier short poem

Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulation the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracotta of superposition of speech, hiding self-interest. Blackened Crozier for wrinkled crotch, drops the ashes of love on unopened

Fly Trap

Fly Trap short poem

You are not me. It was not gentle, It was not sweet. It was fire in the glass. One yellow rose was opening up, In a very bright night. I was shivering, Under the leafless shade of hawthorn. One surrogate