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 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Fikayomi
Let's have a World of ordinary people
Where we don't judge by the skin color
Where we don't decide by a certain race.

People Who knows;
Together we can make the World a better place
And then,
Only then;
we'll be able to do extraordinary things together!

So hold my hands;
Black or white;
Young or old;
We're all human.
Look beyond the skin;
Look beyond the age
And let's achieve greatness together!

Yes,
We can make extraordinary things;
Even as ordinary people Who choose to love each other in an extraordinary way.
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Ntwari
Once Mine
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Ntwari
What were you to me?
It is only now when you are gone
That I begin to find out

Yearning for a glimpse of hope,
Out you come to save me
Under the frozen skies of winter

We ventured
Eager to find a hand to hold
Roaming through the snow, we found each other
Endlessly trapped in each other's embrace

Mesmerized, we continued to walk hand in hand
Inking the songs we made in our hearts forever
Never to be forgotten, I'll always hum the tunes we made
Every time I think of you
There might be a hidden message
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Emma
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 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Emma
Flicking through old photos
Since forever stashed under my bed
Mum points at one of me
Little, laughing
And my brothers
In colourful winter hats,
Climbing white trees,
A one of a kind cold day
The brown leaves sing
"Weren't you so cute?"
To think Christmas is wasted on me now
And I lie lamenting the happiness of someone long past
My throat hurts at the effort of not just bursting out
Crying
Like a baby as I lose control
In front of my own mother
That wasn't me on that fence
The little face swinging upside-down
That was someone pure
Locked inside me
That was light on a piece of card
I don't feel
Like a person
Anymore
I'm a mish-mash
Of random
Things
I am a split second
That's almost gone
I am traits, emotions, chemicals, hormones, electricity, fear, love, friendships
Fading into a maelstrom of humanness
Mounds of recycled carbon
Made-up meaning
Lost in fog
Where I begin and end fades
Into everything and nothing
I'm the dirt in the ground
The stars in the sky
Something words can't describe
This isn't really a poem. I feel weird and I just needed to write it down. Maybe someone else feels the same way. Well of course someone else does, there are over 7 billion people on Earth, but maybe you do
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Sirenes
It was kind of like
Walking in to a movie
Three generations were present
The father of the family
Age 78 or so sat by the table
He spoke his truth
To the pagan witch
And us, we just listened.

Your house spoke of love
It spoke of a tribe and a home
It said "ownership
Is for those who claim it"
For better or for worse
In awe I watched the result
Of your undying love
To your laid wife.

With all my power I drew
Calligraphies of your walls
Set a field of whatever it is
That souls set fields of.
I whispered words of comfort
In to it's foundation
And secrets of love and hope
In to this air.

I learned deeper compassion
And Tao Mastership
But you, you may have taught me
Something money can't buy:
Your unyielding devotion.
By your window sat two girls
Marveling at what has come to pass
In your lineage and how peaceful you made it.

We never knew it really existed.
But then I suppose that
That which we believe to be true
Will come to manifest in it's own time.
Your unyielding faith has come to prevail.
There's a smile and a warmth
As I hold this esoteric present in my palms.

All you need to do, is believe it.
Spiritual christmas presents <3
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Max Vale
There was once a ghost,
Who was once a human ,happy and free.
Now he's dead and can do no more,
He wanders the streets alone.

His old house is left in ruins,
His old street is dead.
The ghost is confused,
Doesn't anyone care?

The old ghost its weary,
As he steps into the big city.
He sees streets full of cars,
And lively restaurants and  jolly bars.

The old ghost is happy,
That the people have moved on,
And have developed this loving city,
He let out a big yawn.

The old ghost satisfied returned to his grave,
And let his soul be with his body again.
The old ghost finally let go,
And got ready to go to heaven and say hello.
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Sometimes I've had enough of childish kids acting
Like they're grown men & women in society,
We don't gotta live like this....
It's hard enough that everyday someone dies and you
Feel like you should have said something to them,
You don't gotta live like this.....
Kids around the world with cancer and illnesses wondering
Where did this come from,
They don't gotta live like this.....
Young girls out on the streets selling themselves and the boys just
Rob and ****,
And they don't gotta live like this.......

What could the future possibly hold,
For all of us?
I've seen it all before,
it's dangerous....
better make your presence known,
For him in the sky....
building castles with the most high,
can't wait to fly.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/12/live-like-this.html
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Sisilia
We stood together in the dark
My arms around your neck
Your's at my waist,
Whispering sweet nothings to me
Now my heart was beating twice the average speed,
but it wasn't because of our breaths mingling together
or because your full pink lips were only inches from mine
NO,

It was because my heart knew the truth before my mind comprehended it
That behind the collar hide a different man
a man who plays with me only in the dark
but in the light of day preaches the word of god and points out the sins that i'm guilty of.
Never touching me the way you do in the dark,
in fear of others' judgement;
afraid that i will ruin your  ' i am a man of god' act

I should have known from the first time we embraced,
the way i hugged you with all my might never wanting to let you go
only to have felt your one arm ******* excuse of a hug in return.

'What are your goals in life'?- i asked you
You replied- 'To show you how much you mean to me and more'
Here you filled me with a sense of hope I've only ever dreamed of feeling
How naive of me to think that you've never said those exact words  to another women.
A women for example whom patiently awaits your arrival at home.
For behind that collar hides a man who still plays the game deceiving so many then kicks them to the curb.
Well you did teach me one thing and for this i am thankful

Love is a game, you either play the game or get played,
Or you can simply take a seat on the bench.

I've kept that bench warm far to long and yet i still got played even when i wasn't  playing.
But I've had enough of being the bench warmer and i'm ready to play the game.
Looks can be so deceiving. And i made the mistake of falling once, never will i fall again. (Did some minor changes)
 Dec 2016 Gaffer
Kurt Philip Behm
As in all beginnings
  no matter how small,
  —lies implicit the end

As night to follow, days
   promise is kept,
   —and the circle is closed

(Annapolis Maryland: February, 2003)
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