The DedPoet Collection - Hello Poetry

Sep 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Inspector Fox felt emotionally blackmailed
his eyes blurred the first time in his life
the man cried pitifully to have the suspicion dispelled
there was motive for him to have killed his wife.

I picked her up almost from the street
you can call it love at first sight
whose fragrance in heart I always carried
showed me the way her love’s light.

If you ask if she was always faithful to me
she was and not a moment she left my side
laid herself bare and so happy were we
years passed like an endless joy ride.

Never ever, never once, I have to say
she set her eyes on any other man
happy as she was in my love all the way
as I was in my loveliest woman.

She loved not me but only my money
so would the tongues roll in mischief
how they envied that I was so lucky
our devotion to each other was beyond belief.

Behind me she slept with other men
I had to bear with many such gossip
two love doves we were crazily insane
our love was true and fathomless deep.

It hurt me Mr. Fox and I couldn’t take it anymore
those ******* spreading canards about her
so I started to love her more than before
and now must have killed her some jilted lover.

The inspector noted each word in his book
thanked him and got up to go
to give the note a good look
at home in his table lamp’s glow.

He read it once and then again and again
each line in isolation and with the rest
till he pieced together only the first lines
arrived at the confession cleverly crafted!

Sep 2014

Deborah Brooks Langford

Silent Nights

One shade of the moon

Had impaired the nameless heart

On ones cheek

Ever so sweetly paired

Tells of days of goodness spent

With ink and pen to write

Ones woes

To sit so lovingly in the know

Wandering lonely in a crowd

The coldness coming over me

Twenty years past my eyes grown weary

Watching not quite so dim’

As these silent nights walk in beauty....

Enemy faints as things remain the same’

Silent night’s strikes the lame

Surrounded in mounds of oceans of grace

O my soul I stand amazed!

Selecting my own society

Till I shut the door from fools

Till I could not see

The fool I had become to be!

Debbie Brooks 2014

"You are the brave who do not break

In the grip of the mob when the blow comes straight’

To the shattered bone; when the sockets shriek;

When your arms lie twisted under your back

Good men holding their courage slack

In their frightened pockets see how weak

The work that is done: and feel the weight

Of your blood on the ground for their spirits sake:

And build their anger, stone on stone:

Each silently, but not alone!"

By: Raymond R. Patterson

#life #silent #fool

Sep 2014

K Balachandran

The enchantress with faces more than he can think of

He created a night for him
with the dark metaphors
his poetry tossed on to the air;
from its ember buried under ashes
oozed little by little,
two drops of scared light.

Alone, in the cocoon of the memory
of her words, he distilled and drained
the magic potion of poetic expression.

In it was ingested, the intensity
of sudden lightening
that burns down everything
in to ashes

like the tides that occur high and low
what if ,at will, single source secretes
both poison and nectar?

with your eyes mutely speaking of desire
you are deft in signalling both---
the ascent of love, that creates in me
the instant capillary rise of passion
and
love's descend, as if the monsoon has dissipated
and just a sprinkling announcing rejection!

who are you, reveal your true face
poetic trance at the moment of my inspiration
or dark poetry, gushing out on it's own
from a secret spring, deeply hidden?

#poetry #spring #creativity #source

Sep 2014

betterdays

raise a glass...

the crow calls
his mournful dirge
once twice thrice

early this morning
when the sky is still
grey twilight
and his song of sadness
seeps in past the window frame,
to alight in my heart

today, you
would have been
fifty five...
and there was to be
a massive party
fifty five a glorious age
you said you were going
to retire.... see the world
but i could not see that
you who loved her job so....

but all of that,
immaterial now.
it is just past six months
since you died...
lung cancer...
metatasized to the brain
****** filthy cigarettes

i will raise a glass to you
my friend.....
probably more than one
some in joy and some in tears....

and the crow calls
again and again.....

Sep 2014

Kevin Eli

The Blood of Jerusalem

Playgrounds that double as bomb shelters.
Words of hate painted on a missile.
Freedom and peace doesn't exist when your neighbor wants to **** you...

Happiness and sadness, survival feels like madness.
The bus stop burns as you go to work and pass it.
Schools turned into a pool of blood, piled **** and rubble.
Whoever calls this the Holy Land is full of ******* and troubled.

The tears and the pain make us numb.
Begging for that bullet in the head, so it would be over and done.
There is nowhere to run, even though we are scared
Can this ever end? If we all only cared.

Freedom or fear.
FIGHT.

Fight for your life,
Hope that the children fight for all human rights.
A future without war, without bodies or burned shores.
Asking to give their lives, for a world without horror, guns and mortars.
A land without borders, prisons, our hate and our horrors.

For Love,
Eternal and forever, each day can be born.
Pray for Jerusalem,
So we can all go home.

Palestinian or Israeli, Christian, Jewish or Muslim; we all have the same right to be loved and pursue happiness.

Sep 2014

The Noose

Take Wing

Aloft on the wings of mirth
A balmy atmosphere of ease
Pervades these foreign scenes
Where breathing is easy.

Sep 2014

SG Holter

Demolition

You visit me at work.
I kiss you hello without
My workwear staining your

Outfit. You put on hardhat
And steel tipped boots
And follow through

Corridors of neatly demolished
Offices prepared for
Rebuilding.

This is my life during the
Everydays. These rough walls
Are my home away from our

Homes. Now you have a face
To the name of my Work.
I think of us. How

Demolition hurts. How
The clean up is hard, ***** labour.
We have a few ghosts left from

Previous days. Here, take gloves
And a shovel. I'll help you carry.
Then I'll help you rebuild.

For Helene. Whom I love.

Sep 2014

mike dm

Drawn

I couldn't
Bring myself
To draw the curtains

Opaque ****** drape
Slake the slouch and slumber
Outlining the seat of my being

Four dark solemn walls
Stand guard
Over the zeros painted in my head

I no longer draw the curtains
They draw me

Sep 2014

betterdays

the story of me (joe cole challenge)

a creative entity,
kept far too busy,
unraveling the enigma,
unwrapping the riddle,
of the mystery novel,
that is living life....
euphorically, emphatically,
whilst furiously rowing,
in ever dwindling circles,
a slow-leaking dinghy,
on life's
idiosyncrasea....

that kind sir
just about sums up
the story of me....

now if you had
asked for the story of us.....
that would be the key to a far different kettle of fish.
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meant to mention this earlier but i forgot....
poem inspired by
Winston Churchill quote:
"It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a key"

Sep 2014

Hawk Flight

Call Me Master

BEWARE THIS IS GAY **** MATERIAL!*

Push you down onto your knees
Your hands tied tightly behind you
My manhood waiting for your lips.
Grab your short hair push you forward
Trying not to moan.

******* my hand in your hair
Pushing you back and forth.
You whimper softly taking me fully

Can't take this torture anymore
Needing to bury my love and desire
deep within you.

hands still tied
I flip you over
Your perfect small round *** in the air
waiting for me.

you are mine no one elses*
I smack your *** and kiss it better
Before I claim it as mine.

Burying my love within you
thrusting
moaning
whimpering
Clawing
growling
screaming

Release my love
deep inside.

spin you around
your still in need

take you in my mouth
you quiver beneath me
stuggling against your retrains.
****** your hips pushing deeper
Loving you with my mouth
Realese your love.

Both panting hard
Both still wanting more

what will this day have instore?

Sep 2014

Traveler

TRANSPARENT (DIAPHANOUS)

This is that part of me
I’m not afraid to expose
A glimpse of my nakedness
A composition I compose

Freely I share regrettable mistakes
Lapse in judgment, errors in good taste
Just as you identify then quickly deny
These are such feelings you’d rather hide...

Creativity comes in darkness
As well as in light
Fear not the lack of morals
As the Poets take to flight...

RE-Po to Nov 29 2016

Sep 2014

Joe Cole

Rose Buds

I liken our young teenage writers here to rose buds
Then visualize those rose buds in full bloom