James Jarrett: Favorites

Sep 2015 James Jarrett

RH 78

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!

Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.

#death #human #trafficking #atrocity #migration #shocking #humandetermination

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

The Light in His Darkness

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

Bipolar Hypocrite

The Light in His Darkness

He was an angel
With dark broken wings.
His pain was venomous
And love torturous.

His dark side
Never showed.
He never wanted it to-
It would hurt me too much.

He sent off a mysterious vibe.
No one ever saw his black wings,
Hidden by his leather jacket.
But someone eventually did
Taking it off and revealing him.

Scars and bruises marked his body-
He’d been hurt and broken.
I never realized I wanted to hold him,
Love him,
And mend his jagged pieces.

He had a dark side-
He lived dangerously,
He wanted exhilaration,
More excitement to last a lifetime.
He was the bad boy.

I was an angel
With white wings.
I sent out happiness
And brought smiles to faces.

I had a bright side
That always showed.
I wanted everyone to laugh,
Most of all, deep inside
I wanted him to smile

I wrote, read and imagined
Love lives day and night
I dreamed to fall hard
For someone one day.

I lived a quiet life,
No risks,
Safe and sound,
Hidden from the world.

My chances came from my words.
I was disguised by
Everyone else’s uniqueness.
I was the good girl.

We met. He was dangerous
I was cautious-
I wanted nothing from him
He wanted nothing from me.

Yet he made me blush,
He made every word we exchanged
Worth it.
Good or not.
He made my stomach go crazy,
I felt so special.
The intensity in his eyes
When we spoke
Made me feel incredible.

We were star crossed lovers,
But he was willing to do anything
To keep me.
He planted a smile permanently
On my face.

I soon learned to like him.
A crush became love
And love led me to crave-
Crave him.

I wanted to fix his wings
Make him fly again.
Fly back to heaven where he belonged.
He was out of this world-
Just perfect.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

He was black, I was white,
I was day, he was night,
He was dark, I was light.
We contrasted,
We were abstract-
Amazing.

I wanted his touch,
His kiss,
Begged for his words,
Every. Single. Day

He drove me crazy,
Insane every morning.
I could only think of him,
He affected me
So Much.

I was addicted to his words,
I needed him-
I needed my angel-
My precious Dark Angel.

He was the danger I needed,
To spark my life.
He was happiness,
I loved him so much it hurt.
He was perfect.
He was all *Mine

This goes out to my precious angel that I love. I hope you all have found one too.

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

Daddies Going To Kill Himself

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

Christos Andreas Kourtis

Daddies Going To **** Himself

Daddies going to **** himself
he told me last night
told me he was dying
and god does he do a lot of dying

I know my dad is a compulsive writer
the fool works himself to death
but look at the hunger in his eyes
I think he will live forever

He gave me the banners
that burn of poetry pure
and I cried as he cried
as he walked out the door

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

So Much For Being A Writer

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

Ghazal

So Much For Being A Writer

I cannot help but lament at
The futility of being a word-weaver,
As I try and search for the
Perfect topic that could steer
My blundering, fumbling conversation
With you to something more than ordinary
Alas, hours pass and I fail miserably, so,
Dejected, I lucidly write about it on Hello Poetry.

Smooth, eh?

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

the first time i wrote poetry

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

l i z a

the first time i wrote poetry

The first time I wrote poetry
I presented it to my father
He laughed and said to me
"must you be in love?
only those in love write this--"
A 10yr old girl cried that night,
Humiliated.

But it was true. Now that I look at it.
That of being in love.
Because I fell in love with written words
Hopefully someone reads this
And falls in love as well.

#love #first #poetry #words #time #fall #in

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

bleeding red bell peppers

Aug 2015 James Jarrett

E B

bleeding red bell peppers

the moon competes with the sun
just like I competed with her long black hair
her piercing eyes that looked like the ocean
and the sky when I would wake up early

I watched the way you looked at her when you thought no one was watching
but I kept an eye out
every time I felt the hairs on my neck stand up

I questioned you about her
you said it was nothing
you told me she was your best
and you’ve known her forever
that nothing would happen
because you knew better

you said you liked her as much as I liked peppers
I used to hate peppers

but I guess things change

I now eat peppers

I’m still getting used to them

and you’re still calling me at 4 AM
asking if I like the taste
and I’m wondering if you really learned to love her

#cheating