Alone - Hello Poetry

Jul 2020

Dark n Beautiful

Child watches yours manners,

speak only when you are spoken too
Never be sassy; never look into the eyes of evil:
Else the whip will be on your cocoa backs
Its 2020 the whips snaps louder than ever,

Have any of you ever read the
“The Merchant of Venice

A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket.
Let him borrow, and so borrow as
to repay by the very act of borrowing.

Big banks are more dangerous than standing armies,
and the practice of borrowing and spending money
to be paid back by the next generation is stealing from their future
The U.S. debt to China was $1.07 trillion in April 2020

Someone forget to paid the Pied Pipers,
Was it the poor man, or was it the rich man?
They troubles became our trouble,
Now we all are suffering in the land.

They debt or the worldly infectious disease
Now we all are suffering in the land.
Child watches your manners, speak when only spoken too

A poet can silence, a poet can be vanish from the world
And Robert Frost said anybody can start a poem,
but it takes a real poet to end one.
And that’s such a beautiful ending, gawking at clouds. Quote

Let us poets tell the real stories,
No let us convey the truth about the merchants!

Jul 2020

Madeysin

To go box

Your face fell between my thighs, cradled, rock-a-bye, never eat more than you can handle. Always use your forks and knives.

Jul 2020

Madeysin

Absent

You put your head on my leg, weighing it down. But weight doesn’t make you stay. Weight doesn’t anchor you to the bay. Weight can keep you afloat, lighter than the water. Heavier than the waves. It can keep you warm during a winters storm. Safe from frigid contrasts. You put your head on my leg, weighing it down.

I cut it off and crawled away

Jul 2020

Mel Little

Midnight Revelry

It's only with this ache between my thighs
I think,
"Maybe I've tried to **** away my
feelings
one too many times."
And every kiss feels like a last goodbye.
Sweat pools like old fights and old memories and old wounds and old scars and old heartbreaks;
I'm left wondering if this will heal
or break me.
You have more power than you know.
To unravel me in more ways than
quivering beneath you with my
hands in your hair and your name
on repeat tumbling from my mouth
like a prayer,
or a curse.
Is it a prayer or a curse?
******* away the pain, or allowing someone to come back in and break
every wall back down again...
Pull me back to you again and let me know if I am what you want
or if this is just insulation for
another cold winter alone.

#*** #relationship #feelings #confusion #thoughts #long #freeform

Jul 2020

Justin S Wampler

The face on the water

A leaf fell slowly,
Wafting in the autumn breeze.
I saw it mirrored
In the water's reflection.
I met my eyes again
Before it touched down,
And watched myself scatter
Into the ripples.

The water never calmed down,
The wind was pushing steadily
Into the sleepy boughs and limbs.

The trees all stretched
And sighed,
And shook themselves free
Of the summer growth.

They showed me how
Not to focus too much
On myself,
But to see the scattered refractions
Of everything else.

And I breathed in, raising my head.
With a hand on my cheek and
Feeling the stubble there,
I wondered how long
I'd been just staring
Into the eyes
Of the face on the water.

Jul 2020

Justin S Wampler

Bowl movements

Mouse in the toilet,
drowned in the night.
I ponder, how long
It managed to keep swimming?

I ponder how long
I could've kept swimming.

Maybe three...
Four hours?
The porcelain walls
Slick as ice.

I ponder the precarious
Balance between
Exhaustion,
And death.

Cramping legs and arms,
Needing a quick break,
Breathing water,
A black tunnel.

Was I an hour too late,
Or just a few minutes?
Had I not hit snooze,
Would the mouse still
Have been swimming?

Treading the balance?

Would it have feared me?

Would I have even saved it,

Or ****** on it?

Would it have saved me?

I need to ****.

Jul 2020

Dark n Beautiful

I cry in my shower

I kept seeing Derek Chauvin posture,
so casual, so photogenic

Nine Minutes Of agony, as he squeeze the light out of George Floyd
On May 25, 2020, George Floyd, a 46-year-old black man,
was killed in Minneapolis, Minnesota
during an arrest for allegedly using a counterfeit bill
.
I just cannot get the image of George Floyd
Out of my mind, while others might see the knees of death

I saw a history of abuse, I saw a revolution,
Apartheid, Doctor King, speeches’
I saw a poet pen, fumbles for words,
I saw emotions of my words turning to why?
A another movie in the making,
I saw an unknown man and his family
About to make history in the making;

I saw a rainbow, with the rain,
I saw blood in the streets of America,
I saw the scar on my ancestors backs fading
Somehow at this moment
I can see the Promised Land emerging as
I Stand in my showers or is it tears?

Jun 2020

Justin S Wampler

Famished

Pizza gimme I want it now
Hungry mungry like a cow
Wanna eat the crusts ooo
And the box and the plates too
Wanna chew some leather shoes
Slurp the laces like spaghetti
I swallowed up the socks already
Hungry mungry I'll eat the curtains
I'll eat the couch, of that I'm certain
I'll eat the paintings on the wall
I'll wolf them down, frame and all
I'll bite the hat right off your head
I'll eat your ears when you're dead
I'll eat your lips
Your nose
Your throat
I'll eat your fingers off the bone
I'll rip a hole inside your chest
I like to eat the heart the best
I will eat your eyeballs whole
Hungry mungry
I'll eat your soul

Jun 2020

Justin S Wampler

Erosion on the banks of the river of Time

Blossom
With the nuanced energy of remembrance
Shine
With the piercing light of yesterday's sun
Smile
Until the muscles ache with joyous pain,
And strive to never forget
All the memories that
We've created with each other

May time's erosion be kind to us all

Jun 2020

Justin S Wampler

Heights, and the inevitable look down

I started on a high enough rung
To be able to see everything
Caught in the momentum
Focused solely on climbing

One day a loved one fell
Above, her rungs ran dry
And I finally looked down
To meet a million other's eyes

That's when I realized
It wasn't just a climb
It is infinite skies
Of other people lives

So instead of reaching
For the next step above my head
Maybe I should be lending
Those below me a hand instead

Because at the end of the day
None of us make it to the top

Jun 2020

Madeysin

Binding

Something spiritual how a rain coat keeps you warmer than last years winter jacket.

Jun 2020

Madeysin

חגורה

Count the stripes on your back, to equal out what your step dad thinks you lack. To make sure you never bleed out from those masses of granulation tissue. Fine lines to define your worth, girl. To feel the flames lick down your back, to wish for death, to only wake up again.

Isiah 53: 3-7 is *******