The Street I Lived, Poetry by Chey Laine

 Genre: Life, Society, Dark, True Story, People

In the brilliance of the night
screaming believers rage the streets of plenty
looking for holes in hope
needles and thread they carry in the plenty
band aids won’t help here ~ friends
there’s more than enough of the ill and the lost to live on
and here with the wheelers and dealers
the screaming believers and do gooders’ and not so good at doing much
Is someones little taste of paradise
thats all gone to shit

Down here with the lost and ill chills
There’s a taste for lost souls
Where the angels fly close to the ground
many a feather seen found
being worn in one of the lost crowns
For they are all Kings and Queens here

From times of once before and could have been and dreams
Yes dreams ~ There are dreamers here
those that will forever be lost in a dream
Mostly its nightmares and fallen frowns
that now blanket over once upon a time smiles

Here the smudged out blackbird eyes wear misery
thats been stubbed out like a coal butt
burnt down to its filter
to suck up the grease and shit off the street

Such is the movements of notes here
Conducted by the skinned boned pimps
that smile with croc teeth
hungry for fresh meat

Here is my street
here is where I was found
in the lost and found
here is where I lived my youth
taken by the smile of croc teeth
here is the place where I dreamed of escape
and lived nightmares
here is the place I will sometimes return
to remind me
life is priceless
dreams
can
come true
to get out
mine came with a price

Loss of life
the sentence
to carry for the term of my life

By @beezknez aka beezlaine on Twitter
Kind Regards Chey Laine off Twitter :))
 

 

 

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An Election, Poetry by Diana Benskin

Genre: Society, Political

America is in mourning
Today her tears are falling
Those votes that were casted
Seem to’ve been wasted
on the President elect
Whom many now reject

This Presidential Win on which injustice ,fear and divisiveness was erected
This is the premise on which he was elected
The diplomacy portrayed is faux
A breeding ground for discrepancies and misogyny to grow

Now is the time to stand firm and let your voices be heard
your vote is your word
That chose the Popular and rightful president
Not some unhinged and intolerable government

The crusaders cries in the street
will become louder when the numbers meet
Let the crusaders pass
For a snake has just slithered through us in the grass.

In the words of George Nathan
all the above will happen
when no votes are cast by you the good citizen

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 WHEN THE MOON SLEPT, Poetry by Akinkunmi Adewumi

Genre: Life, Society

 WHEN THE MOON SLEPT by Akinkunmi Adewumi

The moon slept,
But we were awaken to Hunger,
We groan and groan,
We wrestle and wrestle,
Our left hands on our aching stomachs
Writhing in agony inflicted by Hunger.

At the first cock crow,
That Sleep already stole our night,
One of us after the other,
We slept like horses,
Wherever sleep caught us,
On our lame arm chair,
Our wrinkled skinned mat,
Until the sun rescued us from the
captivity of the night.

We woke to another episode of hunger,
Another conflict,
Another climax-
Where is mama?
Her clothes are gone,
She is not in the kitchen,
Not in the neighbourhood,
Her photographs gone,
Her sore memory dawn
On our vision…

Bolanle, now 13,
Spits litres of saliva every minute,
Her stomach as round as a tortoise’s back,
Bunmi,
chameleons motels every night,
She wears men like clothes,
Papa can drink
Lucifer’s urine…
Papa can impregnate the moon,
If she were in a wrapper.

SHORT BIO OF THE WRITER

Ogunleke Adekunle Emmanuel also goes by the pseudonym Akinkunmi Adewumi. He is a writer and a poet. He was a runner up of Prof. Gbemisola Adeoti’s poetry prize, Dr. Isiaka Aliagan literary prize. He runs and publishes his works in http://www.penpays.wordpress.com. He believes words can change the world the same words were used to create the world…

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Tomorrow, Poetry by Kim Wheeler

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

Tomorrow by Kim Wheeler

What happens when tomorrow never comes
Do we cry for loss of purpose?
Or do our tears tell the truth
That without another tomorrow
We shall be alone, once more
Without love, hope or salvation
And our path towards the light
Fades into damnation
As we fear the night
And we fear ourselves
And the weakness we behold
As we are alone
Growing tired getting old
Our memories make our future
What will we be?
What shall we hear and what are we to be or see
Perhaps emptiness again
What happens if tomorrow never comes
Guess we will just have to await our fate
And don’t question the question
Just accept we are what and where and when
We are
Alone again a part of the great unknown
Or apart from the great unknown
I will tell you when I know
Maybe tomorrow.

 

 

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IF?…………………………with apologies to Rudyard Kipling, Poetry by Lesley

Genre: Life, Society

 

IF?…………………………with apologies to Rudyard Kipling

 

If you can find your phone

When all about are fumbling in their bags,

If you can self scan shop,

And not find anything scarier, and carry on regardless

When there’s an unexpected item in the bagging area……

If you can choose the queue that has no ringing bell

And pack your stuff and find your purse

Although you feel like hell,

If you can stir a pot and clothe a tot and fill a vacuum flask,

And find a shoe and clear up poo – then you can multitask!

If you can smile when others take the piss

And not ask does my bum look big in this?

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds worth of emails sent,

Then yours is the earth and all that’s in it –

And what’s more you’ve had  a life well spent

 

Lesley

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The Coldest Winter, Poetry by M.S The Secret…

 

 

Genre: Life, Society

The Coldest Winter 
Here comes more snow and its holding at 3 degrees below 0.
No heat, no food, not even a drink.
It’s hard trying to survive living on these cold ass streets.
To strange to believe, I never dreamed this would be the life I would lead.
No one knows who I am.
Their eyes just see another needy, homeless man.
My dreams have long faded away.
Now I struggle to survive on these streets day after day.
I can’t even pray.
I don’t know what to say.
I guess GOD knows I live this way.
I often ask myself how I turned out this way.
Some would be quick to say it’s my lazy trifling ways.
Some would say it’s all of my drinking drugging days.
If I could I would ask GOD will I die this way or is it in His grace for me to change.
Once thought of as a rising shining star, but today I’m eating out of trash cans sleeping in abandon cars.
Remember when you pass my way and mutter under your breath and say don’t give him any money today.
He is homeless and he chose to be that way.
This could be you!
We are all one pay check away from the coldest winter.
by M.S The Secret…
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Gods Providence, Poetry by Lucille marais

Genre: Society, Rhyme

Gods Providence by Lucille marais

Thy providence upholdeth,
For not my will but thine,
not what we know
or know not,
We trust
in his infinite wisdom, devine.

For thy kingdom ruleth over it all,
The wicked cannot hide,
Thy governance and thy hand,
hath turneth every tide.

Fallen, far from fear,
where feet have trod to and fro,
In thy sovereign hand and power,
‘Tis the season, for all to know.

For thy spirit is moving swiftly,
Transforming every kind
Woe to us
Lest one,
Lest one,
is left behind.

Thy power hath taken precedence
No other kingdom come,
The sons of God arising
No work of thine,
left, undone.

Only righteousness for thy glory
Resilient army for thy work,
For outside of thy will and way,
I, shall see it not.

 

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