30 Mart 2013 Cumartesi

Cry Of The River


There in the trigger Of Africa's gun, Lies a giant river Rich in culture and wealth. There's a loud cry From that river For an answer Why she ceased to flow There's a loud cry From that river Why she is Now filled with tears. There's a cry From the fishes, That has nothing Nothing else to eat. There's a cry From the river Drenched in her own Fishes blood. There's a loud cry From the river That has no where to flow And her pride lost long ago. There's a cry From mother fish That just lost Another fry. There's a cry From the river That has been abused And caged. There's a cry From Nigeria For a reason How she became this. There's a cry From the people Whose pride Are battered and shatterd. There's a cry From the river Asking how The rain never falls again. There's a cry From an old mother Who has just Lost her last child. There's a cry From this poet For a reason Only heaven knows.

21 Mart 2013 Perşembe

Knew ways to know one another


When we die it is over, but the soul's life of life goes on for an infinite existence, still most of us return to be born right here on earth or in some worlds in some other universes that are very similar. Most will continue their destructive abusive patterns. For what, for more way for the races to abuse one another, yes to know one another and love one another. New ways to abuse each other, yes and knew ways to care for one another, as well as to appreciate one another.

10 Mart 2013 Pazar

From Galaxy To Galaxy


FROM GALAXY TO GALAXY

From Galaxy to Galaxy
We will never go-
However we dream of distant stars
They'll never be our home.

28 Şubat 2013 Perşembe

Red ten


Crimson, pillar box, fire station
Breathe deep, keep counting, Seven
Terracotta, flame
Five, exhale, Four
Sunset, sunrise, buttermilk
Two
Marigold
One...
Burnt Umber
Keep breathing...

16 Şubat 2013 Cumartesi

An Ode to Belle


This is Belle's story
An ode to Cab Sav
Tick, tock, tick, tock...ad infinitum
O woe is me
Crash, bang, wallop
Where are the drugs?
Six empty bottles
Black hole...

5 Şubat 2013 Salı

Sunday Dinner


The heart
The soul
The beat
The moan
The depth
The groan
Shout
Scream
Cry
Wean
A word
A cry
A hug
Serene

26 Ocak 2013 Cumartesi

Carol


I'm not a nasty man,
I'd never hit a girl!
I'd never snitch on anyone,
nor dirty wash unfurl!

But Carol seems to change all that,
I often pull her hair,
I shout at her quite loud at times,
but Carol doesn't care.

I kick her out of bed at night,
And slap her bottom good,
Whenever she doesn't do what's right,
and I know she really should.

I tell myself the day will come,
When she'll jump at my command,
And I won't have to punish her,
and make her kiss my hand.

But in the meantime try I will,
Her bruises will all mend,
'Cause after all, it is often said,
'A dog is a man's best friend! '