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Mygreatestescape Sep 2018
In the morning when
I have spent myself,
I am serene like
a hurricane,
--(I will call myself
Katrina)
a giant conspiracy
of lovers,
I took a step
without any feet,
the preacher
speaks of god,
of a childhood innocence
that was lost before
it begun,
the stillness of
the soul,
living in the
abyss of
my loneliness,
I cannot believe in
a god that lets
the world rot,
that lets flies die on windowsills,
but yet I believe in
a beloved that
makes me sweep
the ground,
stoop till my back aches,
who looks at me
without any eyes,
and brings tears
to mine,
everything that I ever
loved grows like
flowers
when I see this beloved,
if I know of love
--like a child,
I only know through
my beloved,


and yet,

yet  

    yet


god is a tattered
coat that my grandmother
wears,

to have you listen
to me -- that is my beloved,

spilling my tears onto
ginseng leaves,
dust gathers
like grime,
a second layer of skin,
watching Aphrodite rise
from homes riddled
by lust,

this whole nation cursed,
and yet here is mecca (Medina)
here is Bethlehem
where apples grow freely,
and Eden lies north,
where money rains onto
nudists,

here lives the prowling
sphinx,
here Thebes rises
from the gold dust of
the Sahara ,
her salivating tongue
licks up our dissent,
and our leaders
drags Artemis by
her hair,
the sinners of
earthly lust,
Lucifer wears
armani suits
and defiles cherubs,

they have lit our
children on fire,
and have called
it a sacrifice,
we watched kindness
fall into the deep marrows
of the Styx,

living in a nation
of free will,
undressed free
will and
ravished her against her
will,

my beloved
who wears my anger
like furs,
and milks the world
like a daunting king.
suis-je en train de mourir? - Am I dying?
Big Virge Aug 2014
(Pt. III)

After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
  
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)  

Well …… They've made ....
A ... " REALLY " ... Good Start … !!!!!
  
They've Shot ... A Brazilian ... ?!?
  
Straight through ... His Heart ... !!!
  
Of course ….  " Those Words " ...
are ... NOT ... Quite Right … !!! ? !!!
  
He was ... SHOT ...
... FIVE TIMES ….. !!?!!
At ... Point Blank Range … !!!!!
  
They got ... " REAL CLOSE " … !!!
Putting ... Guns in his face … !!!!!!
  
They CLAIMED ...
  
"He had a bomb !" …
  
But Alas ...
  
They got it ... WRONG ... !?!
  
They made a ... " Slight Mistake " … !!!
  
Well ... " Apologies " ...
Won't ... Mean a lot ...
when friends are at ...
  
….. HIS WAKE ..... !!!!! …..
  
There is a ...
  
" PROBLEM " ... here ... !!!
  
They've given the ... ALL CLEAR ...
For Policemen ... to ...
  
... “SHOOT TO ****” … !?!
  
SO ….
" Who now  " … Has To Fear ... !?!
  
Is it ... " WHITES " ... ???
  
It would seem ... NOT ... ?!?

“It’s Muslims and,
The other lot !”
  
The ... " OTHER LOT " ... !?!
means ... those Like ... " Me " ...
  
Young Black Men ...
on ... London Streets ...
  
So much for us ...
Being ... FREE ... ?!!!?
  
" Freedom " ... NOW ...
is .... " Obsolete " ....
  
Those with ... " Colour " ...
WILL ... Now See ...
  
Much more of ......
Those ... " NICE POLICE " ... !!!!!
  
Those who work ...
for these ... MP's
  
Who ......
Claim to ... " REGRET " ...
Such ... " TRAGEDIES " ...
  
But still ..." WON’T CHANGE " …
Their ... " Policies " ... ?!!!? ...
  
This is now ...
A ... " Horrid Time " ... !!!!!
cos' ... words like ... " These " ...
May be ... " Defined " ... ??? …
As ….. ” INCITEMENT ” …..
When it's just ... " Rhyme " ...
  
This ... " it seems " ...
is ... " Their Design " ...
  
Pay ... " CLOSE ATTENTION " …
to the ... " Following Lines " ...

“We wil imprison, or, deport !
Anyone attacking, the values of The West !"
  
That's … " Lord Falconer " ...
Our … Lord Chancellor ... …
  
He'll bring ... DISTRESS … !!!
to me .... " I guess " .... ?
  
for things ... I say ...
Against ... " THE WEST " …
  
Like ... " Freedom of Speech " ...
will soon be .... " DEAD " .....
  
Now ... I Don't own ...
A ... " Bullet-Proof Vest " ... !!!
  
But ...
Who needs one ... !?!
when they're ...
Aiming at ... HEADS ... !!?!!
  
Instead of ... " Arms " ...
or ... BETTER STILL ... " Legs " ... !!!
  
These people are ...
Humanitys' ... “ DREGS ” … !!!!!
  
Their ... " TERROR LAWS " …..
are like ... ” FISHNETS ” .… !?!
with .....  " NO FISH " ..… !!!!?!!!!
  
But ….. ” HUMAN DEAD ” ….. !!!
  
What they say ...
Makes me … UPSET … !!!
  
” Muslim ” … THIS … !!!
and  … ” Muslim ” … THAT … !!!
  
I’m ... NO MUSLIM ... !!!
That's a ... FACT ... !!!
  
Of course it's ... WRONG ... !!!
to ... " Suicide Bomb " .... !!! …
  
But ... " Two Wrongs " ...
Don't make things ... Right ... !!!
  
We're in ... DARK TIMES …
Without ... " Much Light " … !!!
  
When ... ALL WE DO ...
is ... " Incite Fights " ... ?!?
  
Just because of .....
  
” STEREOTYPES ” … !?!
  
This is why ....
Innocents ... will die ...
  
Tears will ... " Flow " ...
while many ... CRY … !!!
  
Tears of ..... " SADNESS " …..
from this ... " MADNESS " ....
  
MADNESS ... On ...
Your TV Screens ...
  
MADNESS ... On ...
Our City Streets ...
  
Madness ... that ...
Will slowly ... " Creep " ...
  
YES …..
Close to ... You ... !!!
  
And ...
Close to .... Me .... !!!!
  
Don't ... DISMISS ...
cos' you've been ... " Missed " ...
  
At ... ANY TIME ...
You ... Could get ... HIT … !
  
by a ... Policeman ...
who holds a ... GUN ... !!!
and has the ... " OK " ...
to ... Make You ... RUN ... !!!!!
  
Just like ... “ REDNECKS ” ...
Run from ..... “ SUN ” ….. !!!!!
  
Or ... I Do ... from ...
  
..... ” RACISM ” ..... !!!!!!
  
That's something .....
I’ve Always ... ” SHUNNED ” … !!!!!
  
because I like ...
This Word ... HUMAN ... !!!!!
  
If you ... Shoot Me ...
with a .... " Gun " ....
  
When I Bleed ....
It's ... BLOOD ... that runs ... !!!
  
KILLING …… is ……
  
NO ……. SOLUTION …….. !!!!!!
  
They've just ... KILLED ...
Somebody's ... SON ... !!!!!
  
That's what comes from ...
Using .... GUNS .... !!!!!
  
NEEDLESS DEATHS …..
  
Rise like ... " The Sun " ...
While Peace Now ... " Sinks " ....
  
Into ... " OCEANS " ...
  
This ain't making ....
Life ... " Much Fun " ...
  
Actually .....
I'm getting .... ” VEX ” ..... !!!
  
cos' ... I’m thinking ...
  
Maaaaannnnnnnnnnn ……..
  
WHO’S NEXT ….. ? !!!!!!!!!! ?
People, as much as it seems,
disconnected from, the 7/7 attacks.
One should recognise,
  
The ****** of Jean Charles De Menezes ...
  
Yeah ... Remember Him !!!
  
R.I.P.
  
It's CLEAR.
  
whether you believe, 7/7 was a Muslim,
Islamist attack, or not ?
  
What  has transpired since,
has shown that Terrorist actions,
are not something that, Muslims
have total ownership of ...............
  
Hate, leads to terror, and
******, is an act of ... TERRORISM.
jcl Mar 31
The train slowed as it pulled into la Gare de l’Est, the cars bumping and wheels grinding as it came to a stop. It was late. I’d have to move fast to catch the last metro home. I didn’t have the energy, I was tired, cold and hungry, which made me grumpy.

I slung my satchel around my chest, grabbed my carry-on, and made my way to the exit. As I neared the door, I could feel the cold January air flooding into the car. I tightened my coat around me as I stepped down the stairs onto the quay, carry-on in my right hand.

Looking for the nearest exit, I turned left without looking and ran full on into woman. Our bodies collided, time slowed, as we compressed into each other. Her hair flowed into my face like an ocean wave. I could smell her hair, her scent, her femininity. She squealed in surprised, her voice full of youth and nubility.  

The world rushed back into real time and I saw her. My eyes opened wide in awe and disbelief that a woman could be so beautiful. I remember her eyes, supernaturally blue, sapphire blue, as if they glowed from a power within; her skin, white, milky, alabaster, as if she were a statue come to life; her hair, black, glossy, like the feathers of a witch’s raven.

Our eyes locked. Her angry gaze cut through me. I felt exposed and in danger. I looked down and apologized. “Excusez-moi mademoiselle,” I said, putting my right hand to my heart and bowing slightly as if addressing a queen.

I looked back up. Our eyes meet. She had assessed me in the blink of her eyes. She regained her composure, her body relaxed, she touched my arm, and said, “excusez-moi, I was not looking where I was going,” which I sensed was untrue.

I stepped aside. She passed, turned her head, looked me dead in the eyes, gave me a slight smile, and disappeared into the stream of the exiting crowd.

I was perplexed and confused. I’d never had that sort of exchange with a woman before. I didn’t know what to make of it. Was it good, bad, or somewhere in between?

The crowd had thinned. I started walking toward the metro station, looking for #4 Port d’ Orleans, increasing my pace before I missed the last metro home. I followed the signs, and descended the stairs to the quay. There were a few people and groups, up and down the quay, quietly waiting. I leaned on a large concrete pillar, too tired to pay attention to my surroundings, waiting for the train, smelling the air filled with exhaust from electric motors. I could hear the hum of the approaching train. In an instant it was in front of me, slowing down, coming to a stop, the doors hissing open.

I waited a bit, for the groups to board the train. Tired and on auto-pilot, I leaned down, picked up my carry-on, boarded, and sat down on a folding seat by the door, putting my carry-on between my legs.

The train slowly accelerated, humming, rocking, back and forth melodically. I looked up out of curiosity to see who else was on the last train, and I saw her, sitting on the first bench catty-corner, facing towards me. Surprised and caught off guard, that I would ever see her again, I  immediately looked down, not wanting to be caught staring, looking at her from the corner of my eyes.

I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. Preternaturally beautiful, as if she wasn’t one of us, somehow not human. She was reading a Kindle, iPods in her ears. Her dress was Parisienne, black on black, the only color, the blue in her eyes, and the blood red of her lips.

She oozed sensuality, sophistication, and confidence. How could that be for a woman so young, a woman in her early 20s?

She read quiescently, only her thumb moving, ever so slightly, as she page forward through her Kindle. Her eyes never looked up, not even to see who new entered the car, when stopped at new stations.

I would look up, occasionally, to glimpse at her. She was fascinating to me, not only because of her beauty, but from her vibe. I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t figure it out. Why was I so drawn to her, like a moth to flame?

The train pulled into to Ile-de-la-Cite, rapidly slowing down, passengers counter balancing so as not to fall over. The doors hissed open. In the corner of my eyes, I saw her stand up and start walking up the aisle towards the doors, towards me. I raised my head slowly, our eyes met, locked, time stopped. She smiled, subtly, but enough for me to see. Her eyes, gentle, tender, inviting. I smiled, a slight smile back, my eyes saying everything she wanted to hear.

She turned and exited the train. I stared at her, my mouth open in amazement. The klaxon sounded, the door started closing. Panic surged up within me, as I feared I would never see her again. I bolted up from my seat, headed towards the door, abandoning all behind me. The doors slammed shut with thud, I pulled down on the handle, they were locked.

The train started to move, I looked at her. She was looking back. Our eyes locked, as the trained sped off into the darkness of the night.
ryn Nov 2014
Je suis exatlé de voir dans ce ciel de nuit,
Auquel je dois cette plaisante fortune.
En compagnie d’étoiles clignotantes,
Subjugué par ce spectacle, j’admire ma Lune.

Lave-moi dans ton eau argentée, translucide.
Sois près de moi lors de mes blanches nuits.
Veille sur moi tel un garde sans faille.
Enveloppe-moi de murmures, un calme répit.

Ô comme tu guides les flots ardents de mon âme!
Baisse les yeux, les eaux abordent ma plage…
Érode le fardeau qui étouffe mes écueils brûlants,
Des sables noyés, oppressé, tendres otages.

Peu de nuits à présent… Épris alors que tu t’en vas.
Des brins épais et sombres de cheveux en cascades,
Dissimulent ton visage d’une manière séduisante.
Il n’en reste qu’un croissant, qui s’efface dans le noir.

Les nuits s’écoulent… Maintenant la lune se délite
M’en laissant qu’une moitié; la nuit le veut ainsi.
Reste encore, plus longtemps; ne pars pas si tôt,
Je ne me sens pas prêt à être anéanti.

Je lève la tête sans dire un mot, alors que les nuits passent.
J’ai vu mon amour lunaire se dissoudre dans l’espace.
My coeur, aussi, déchiré bout par bout…
Enfin, elle était partie; partie, sans laisser de trace.

Depuis, chaque nuit abonde de vide et de souffrance.
Je supplie les étoiles d’apaiser le vide en moi…
Mais ils se contenteraient de briller, indifférents…
Même suite à tous mes appels, mes émois.

Desormais je suis incertain sur le nombre de passages.
Les nuits n’amenèrent que l’assaut des étoiles moqueuses.
Cependant je joue des promesses celestes,
Pour le retour de ma folle quête amoureuse.

Je sais que c’est frivole de penser que je suis le seul…
C’est vrai, ils languissent; ma souffrance est la leur.
Mais c’est moi qui désire le plus ton fameux regard,
Car nos coeurs ont chanté dans toutes les couleurs.

Ma détresse à son zénith, emplis, presque brisé,
Lorsque soudain j’entends une belle chanson, lointaine.
Une chanson pareille à celle que l’on prononçât,
Encore garnie d’argent translucide, je soupire avec peine…,
“Te voilà....”
"Moongazer" in French!
Translation courtesy of the fabulous Mia Barrat!!!
Breon Oct 2018
Another night staring skyward where
          Every creaking shift fills the world
                    And the ink-black sky's toothless maw,
Shocks and aftershocks of sound
          Where a moment's discomfort swells
                    To a frenzied crescendo, incessant,
Pressing against skin from within
          Until a saint's patience would break
                    Like lips parting for a stifled sigh.
Midnight falters and fades to dawn,
          Surrenders to the unconquered sun
                    Who, grinning wide as the horizon,
Watches the twisting, turning world
          Tear away from night's dreamless womb
                    Sleepless, stumbling away in a daze.
mariamme  Aug 2018
cartas de amor
mariamme Aug 2018
la distancia física
entre tu y yo
se mide por igual
en millas y el amor que tengo
chapoteando en las páginas
de cartas de amor, perfumadas
enviado a su puerta
indeleble, escrito
para tu corazón
y lleno de anhelo.

familiaridad imaginativa
el reconocimiento de dos naves
atravesando el mar de la vida
tan diferente en origen
continuamos juntos
intercambiando señales, compartiendo el mar
y un día embarcaremos
de la mano tal vez
deja que los barcos continúen
disfruta nuestra isla por un tiempo

¿la realidad nos atrapará?
no, no debería pensar así, por
te has convertido en mi realidad
despertando en el amanecer gris
y los brazos de mi compañero
capitán de su propio barco
riqueza colectiva del mar
entre nuestras manos apretadas

casado con la vida, y el uno al otro
por los enlaces de sal y luz solar
sin ataduras,
ya que no hay necesidades
el mar provee para ti y yo
vida floreciendo en las respiraciones
entre nuestros cuerpos en silencio.
for jhorman
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