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 Jan 2013 J P
PoetWhoKnowIt
These blocks are thick

I cannot see through

Tip o' the tongue

Far from the eye



Oh! But then begins
flourishing thoughts
like a...
             like a...
                          like a...
 Jan 2013 J P
Samuel
Still Beaches
 Jan 2013 J P
Samuel
I find the places we have been
    miss us while we're away

for rivers to know laughter and then
          only the rush of water

            no parameters, no
         sense of urgency,
                
       nothing compares.
 Jan 2013 J P
Raj Arumugam
This poem based on a joke on eggs (!) is dedicated to Timothy, a fellow-poet here at HP….I  was reminded of that joke about eggs  by Timothy’s comment on my recent poem: “Corax versus Tisias”.  
Timothy:  “This is great, Raj, another humourous poem with a good meaning, if you are an Egg or a Crow, lol! Keep them coming!!!!~<3<3:):)☺♂♀♥♠♣♦◘☻◙•○.O♫” …
Well, here’s another humorous poem, Timothy – and dedicated to you…



Dad, the Kid, and the Girl Next Door

(1)
“Dad,”* says 6-year-old Tim
back from the neighbour’s
“Sandra next door and I’ve decided
to get married”


Dad laughs…What do these kids know? he thinks…
I’ll humour him, just kid along
with this precocious child of mine



(2)
“But you’re too young, Tim,”
says Dad

“That’s OK,” says Tim
“Sandra doesn’t mind I’m a year
younger than she”



“Oh,” says Dad
“but marriage is such
a huge responsibility”


“Yeah,” says Tim quick and sharp
“Haven’t you seen my school reports?
Teacher always says I’m hugely responsible;
it’s the same on Sandra’s card”



Dad’s smile weakens
“Well, what will the two of you
do for money?”


“Oh, we’ve worked that one out
We get $20 a week in pocket money
between us and we reckon we’ll take
on extra jobs:
I can mow our lawn;
and she’ll wash dishes at her home
Beside we’ll save a lot of money
since we don’t at all eat out
and lodging is free -
a week here and the next at Sandra’s”



(3)
Now Dad has lost his smile
These kids have thought of everything,
he thinks.  I’ve got to do better –
come up with an objection that’ll  strike fear



“Have you thought, Tim,” says wise old Dad
“about babies? Married people make babies –
what you going to do about that?”


“Simple,” says Tim the kid, cool and unperturbed
“We’ve googled all that:
Every time Sandra lays an egg
I’ll crush it under foot!”


Dad sighs with relief…
This poem, based on a joke on eggs (!),  is dedicated to Timothy, a fellow-poet here at HP….I  was reminded of that joke about eggs  by Timothy’s comment on my recent poem: “Corax versus Tisias”.  Timothy:  “This is great, Raj, another humourous poem with a good meaning, if you are an Egg or a Crow, lol! Keep them coming!!!!~<3<3:):)☺♂♀♥♠♣♦◘☻◙•○.O♫” … Well, here’s another humorous poem, Timothy – and dedicated to you…
 Jan 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
What's worth more, your life or mine?

Is one a purpose undefined?

Do I have less to think and say

on any single given day?

If you're above then who's below?

You've made the claim but do you know?

'Cause how is judgement really passed?

Propelled by truth or moved too fast?

And if you try to pull the reigns

Can you uphold what it sustains?

Or will the mark you tried to make

suspend the lives you put at stake?
 Jan 2013 J P
Poemasabi
Beneath
 Jan 2013 J P
Poemasabi
Beneath the snow
the frigid wind,
the dirt,
lie little
ticking
time-bombs,
waiting for the warmth of spring
to set them off,
to explode through soil
in a carpet of luscious green…
they don't know
their reach for the sun
will be regulated
by
my lawn mower
 Jan 2013 J P
SayIt
As a Christian they say you should never fear death if you know where you're going.



I truly believe that I have a place in Heaven, yet I'm still afraid to die.



If you will be patient with me I'll explain to you why.



See when I was 6 dad, you went to work...



the next time I saw you was at this address 6...4...0 North California St.



You never came home!!!



Aunty you went away for a few months, i knew you were sick but I figured you would be up on your feet in no time...



But in April of 2000 I met you at that same **** address as my dad  6...4...0 North California St.



You never came home!!!



Grandma you moved in with us and that was an experience i'll forever treasure.



I was with you everyday for a couple of years, you became like my second mom.



One day the ambulance picked you up and took you to Lodi memorial hospital...



That was were you stayed until the night you were transferred to that building on a corner,



the building that was becoming my second home 6...4...0 North California St.



You Never came home!!!



And brother the Doctor the said you were better, as a matter of fact we were told you would be released



within 2 days, but you died, you died the day after the good news...



You never came home!!!



It seems like as soon as I get comfortable, as soon as I get close to someone they are taken away...



**** YOU 640 NORTH CALIFORNIA!!!



You are getting close to everyone that I have ever truly loved!!!



Daddy you taught me how to love and except everyone for who they were



Aunty showed true love and taught me how to care for people even the ones who didn't deserve it.



Grandma you, you taught me how to relax... to just be calm and pray about things.



Brother you introduced me to a love for music and theater, you weren't only my brother...

but my source of happiness

although I didn't always admit it.



Every time one left, I connected with the next



Than when they didn't come home I connected with someone else...



Eventually no one came back home!!!!!



Now in my phone contacts I have a number saved, the number that connects to that now familiar address



6...4...0 North California St.



I have this contact in case one day you cant come home, Mom.



We've always been close...



One day I'll  have to say you didn't come home, A scary thought that crosses my mind more times a day that I



can handle...



Dear son,



      One day, I'm  sorry to tell you this but you'll be the one to say...



You never came home!!!



That hurts my heart to know that you'll hurt as bad as I have



This is why I'm scared to die,



I'm not scared because I'm not sure whether my soul will sink or fly



I'm afraid that one day my not coming home will be the reason that you cry
 Jan 2013 J P
Ember Bryce
I wish my mom thought we were more important that the T.V.
I wish my stepdad thought we were more important
than his nightly bing drinking

I wish my stepsisters wouldn't be depressed to come home
or afraid to stay after dinner
instead of fleeing, alone
to their designated shelter

I wish my stepdad was less angry all the time
I wish my mom didn't have to thirst her sorrows with
boxed Franzia Red Wine

I wish she would stop complaining,
and see all the little things worth enjoying

I wish they knew their lives were slowly wasting away
faster than the drinks they put down
and the sarcasm they put out

I wish they knew there was a world outside
because I'd like to experience it with them
and leave some good memories inside

I wish they knew that missing their life
was more important than missing their show
I wish they knew missing their children's lives were too

I wish they could sit down with us
and learn what brilliant family they have
But we are too boring
We are no ****** mystery, crime
sport, beer, or wine

I wish they would be honest with themselves and each other
and admit out loud that
they are unhappy

I with they knew the energy they expelled
the atmosphere they create
makes it a home of one almost hated

They are good guardians, they protect us, feed us, love us
and I know they care
Still lingers this sad, constricting, and distant feeling in the air

I can come and go as I please
but I wish they saw their daughters
had the running away disease

Whether inside themselves, to their room, or a friends,
They should not want to escape their homes in the end

Their children have such inspiring minds
They are beautiful souls,
ambitious, intelligent, kind

I wish they could see
but it's blocked by the T.V.
and all the Netflix movies

I wish they could tell I am an outsider looking In
and I don't even know where to begin

Mainly I wish they would open their eyes
and realize, their lives and their family
are passing them by

We love them so much
we miss them
we know they love us
but I wonder if they miss us

Or if they even know who We are..
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