One would think some people’s blood never flows
Like that of those with big fame, ‘cause their lives
And death pass like stars that never had glows.
At war are as many heads as trees’ leave,
Yet they speak of general in advance
And general withdrawing or falling.
How they rest ain’t known, and they have no chance
Of world compassion, ‘cause they’ve been living
As with tar blood: birds won’t see it to cry
Fly away and the news bring to the world.
Unknown folk never live and never die,
“Be strong!” their families are never told,
Neither will they hide ‘cause haven’t crimes high:
Love and compassion them will show the sky.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
Stay at home not to catch the disease
- I want to walk and work
Go back home not to spread the disease
- I want to fill one fork
Do like a mule, you end up in jail
- At least the last offer
A daily ounce of corn there and no mail
- At least I less suffer
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 7:14 PM UTC
When at church man is on his knees
to adore the Most High,
he takes the right pride in the rite.
When a prince eyes men gathered like bees
Under his knees, paying respect, eyes towards the sky,
it’s satisfaction of the might.
When the world is put on its knees
by a micro-seen thing, miles smaller than a fly,
the wild creatures find it a knight!
Like a bike without wheels
men lose the move and sigh,
stay agape, and start to fight
the quasi-nil.
And they try,
all on their knees.
It defies, and it makes their lungs its meals!
It defies, personal success becomes a pie in the sky!
It defies, and it continues to bite!
It won’t hide in the hills.
Like their sins, in their hide it does lie
and the challenge calls them to unite.
In the threats there are good fate’s seals
that a good fighter won’t let pass by:
love, humanity and good sight.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
They dream on their heads to wear corona
Monopolized by men born to wear it.
The sky calls mortals back to good manner,
Or in a wink all their stuffed heads can fit
In corona, first by the low world worn,
Made by Satan, or brought on bingo wings.
The most powerful become the most fear-torn,
Wishing only in the world apart things
Fall apart, and at their homes peace be worn.
Yet, it’s worn as equal power between kings
And plebs. It reminds, in the best and worst,
The air they share as friends unites them most.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
Mother fish sees her eggs devoured
by alligator that gulps everything on the sand
save her own eggs and children.
Mother fish cries her eyes out
and seems not to be heard
neither by the heaven,
nor by the sea (their common abode),
that bore them, and now assists to her boredom
indifferently and silently,
which silence she condemns and curses.
She goes to the beach; she weeps
and seeks revenge in vain.
Now she sees a python that creeps
from the bush around the beach.
The creature she has never seen before,
as immense as the world,
eyes first the alligator
whose blood becomes as cold
as the ice under the sea.
They stare at each other
like someone intruder,
at a home where he is not wished as guest,
who faces the anger
of the owner who would not him host
but from there him usher out.
They look at each other
with sulks on their ugly faces
and fear as each one faces
this kind one for the first time.
However intimidations from each party
can’t touch the other party.
The cold war ends and becomes hot:
The Python and the alligator
get ready to come at each other
like warriors of different kings
ready to defend their kingdoms’ colors,
ready to defend the pride of their lords,
and ready to die for their honour
though they’d prefer to live
unnoticed and live longer.
Furious, the python throws her head up,
her dart flies like flash out and in
between the jaws of horrible sight,
and the beast tests she’s still unrivaled in
cruelty. She gets ready to attack.
As for the alligator, all her muscles she does check,
her arms dig into the sand,
And she flies to crunch the enemy.
She bites hard the neck of the python,
yet her teeth can’t tear the strong scales
of the mammoth reptile.
The python pretends to be provoked;
She wildly crawls and coils around the alligator
and holds tight her body from the tail to the head.
And alligator’s jaws, strong to weaker preys,
become useless.
Her mouth opens wide and starts to swallow the alligator
as the latter did when she chewed the eggs and children of the fish.
From distance the fish watches, admires
and enjoys the scene as the python
seems to be her avenger.
In the end the whole body of the fallen fighter
disappears into the trunk of the strange predator.
Then the fish wonders, “Am I avenged
or this strange creature merely needed food
as did the poor alligator
when she thought to rule over
our lives and made my children her food,
causing my eyes to shed floods of tears,
that she did not notice ‘cause mixed
with the waters?
And she ignored the mightier one existed.”
In conclusion the fish realizes
were herself or her children the first seen by the python,
they would face the same fate as the alligator she cursed
and that alligator’s killer may not be by the Maker blessed.
The most powerful predator
cannot be of the fauna liberator.
The greatest warriors
fight to shed the blood of their victims.
Only their aim they follow,
and they turn deaf their ears to the tears
of any fellow.
And as the fish thinks of this predator,
no ****** war winner will rule better
than a beaten dictator.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
For the sake of those they love they forget
Themselves they love. For themselves they will fight,
Crawling in bushes, promotion to get.
They fight as if life is only their right.*
The arteries of their hearts become thorns
Harder than the shrubs that their elbows break,
And their hard hands hold tight the devil’s horns.
They fly o’er hills their foes by necks to take,
And they’d not mind friends those have left behind
As though they mourn not like their kith and kin.
Two old men at a good distance them find
Thinking as if slaying is not a sin.
Have a look at their bodies spread at miles!
They fight like heroes and die like mortals.
Note:
*They fight as if others have no right to life.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Therein is birth
Then age calls death
As at the dawn
There light is born
To shine at noon
Then give in soon
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
His life the sons of Israel celebrated
And the sons of Gath cursed
The sons of David wished
Him to see the sun shine forever
And the sons of Goliath wished
His eyes to be blurred as quick as can be
And the tombstone was ready to open
For the sons of David to weep
And the sons of Goliath to rejoice
As both fathers’ feelings always contrasted
The legacy they will keep
And claim to be theirs
When Israel sang, ”Rest In Peace, Sharon”
And Gath sang, “To hell forever, Sharon”
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Young Kalachnokov made an odd discovery,
Odd because no beneficiary it had ever since.
He complained over
the dust of amount it brought
into his purse
as a bridegroom who would be served
whine in pint by the in-laws
at wedding party.
The sound achievement
brought him an ocean of reflections
when he saw how tense-eyed
became lads holding the AK-47,
When he saw that they crawled like snakes
(which move to bite),
Forcing their fellows’ lives away,
Forcing their fellows’ to become foes,
Forcing their fellows to flee abodes and gardens around,
The gardens he saw without care,
And bitterly old Kalachnokov regretted
he hadn’t made a lawnmower.
Note :
1. Mikhail Kalachnokov was twenty years old when he made the fire weapon.
2. AK47 : A : Automatic ; K : Kalachnokov ; 47 : The year 1947 the automatic weapon was made by the man who gave it his name « Kalachnokov »
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
On the Day of Christmas
All children look like the Christ
The Son of God
On the Day of Christmas
All blondes look like Mary
The Mother of the Christ
On the Day of Christmas
All righteous ladies look like Mary
The Mother of the Christ
On the Day of Christmas
Even streets walking girls look like Mary
The Mother of the Christ
On the Day of Christmas
All gentlemen look like Joseph
The Father of the Christ
On the Day of Christmas
“Happy” long-armed men look like Joseph
The Father of the Christ
On the Day of Christmas
Blessed families look like the Holy Family
And they make merry
Singing Merry Christmas
On the Day of Christmas
***** and ***** hunters gather as families
And their way they make merry
Singing Merry Christmas
On the Day of Christmas
Rose flowers and bad shrubs are gathered
And they make Christmas tree
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC