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Big Virge Sep 2014
My Poetry Flows In ... " So Many Ways " ... !!!
Which Goes To Show That My Wordplay's GREAT ... !!!!!
  
"Your arrogance, will seal your fate !"
  
"What was that I heard you say ?
Why, because I gave self-praise ?
Well, you I guess, are not God Blessed,
because you're jealous, I suspect ?
In many ways, your mouth must have,
a sour taste, and jealousy,
like being, two-faced, is clearly this,
your first mistake, and will ensure,
your fall from grace !
Your actions in, so many ways !
prove you clearly have no shame !
Luckily for you, I won't say names !
But, trust in this, I've booked you a place,
in the Hall of Shame !
  
Why Do MOST Poets Act This Way ... ?!?
And Try SO HARD To Stake A Claim To Be ... " THE ONE " ... !!!!!
  
I'm NO Tom Cruise But Am ... " TOP GUN " ...
And Hold POWER Like ... VADERS' Son ... !!!!!!!!!!!!
  
See Words of Mine ...  
Touch ... " Time and Space " ...
And Are Compiled In ... MANY Ways ... !!!!!!
  
So MANY Now ...
That I'm ... AMAZED ... !!!!!
  
I'll Take Applause But Praise The Lord ... !!!
Cos' By Gods' Grace I Write His Words In MANY Ways ...  !!!!!
  
At Times Like This I Thank ... " My Mum " ... !!!
For Loving Me Her ... " ONLY SON " ... !!!
In SO MANY WAYS For ... So MANY DAYS ... !!!!!!!
  
" I Miss you mum !!! "
  
In More Ways Than I Can Mention ...
  
But Now It's Time For Me To Rhyme ...
And Make My Way By Making Space ...
For Those Like Me Who DO Relate ...
TRUTH Instead of WASTING SPACE ... !!!!!
  
For Heavens' Sake They Take The Cake ... !!!
Claiming ....
  
" Mate, I do create ! "
  
Sometimes I Really Want To Say ...
  
" Listen mate, just Shut Your Face !!!"  
  
But What's The Point Go Back A Ways .......
  
These People Are As I've Said Before ...
Those Who CLEARLY Are ... " Two-Faced " ... !!!!!
  
They Simply Use Their ... " Second Guise " ... !!!
To Spread More of Their .... " PUTRID LIES " .... !!!!
  
They Are The Ones Who Yes ... " Contrive " ...
To Use Our Funds To ..... " CAPITALISE " ..... !!!!!
  
While Me I Plot To See Them ROT ...  
And Watch Them Slide To Their DEMISE ... !!!!!!!
  
In SO MANY WAYS ...
I Try I ... TRY ... !!!!!
  
But Sometimes Wonder Is It Wise ... ?
To Think of Ways That May Result ...  
In VIOLENCE ... or Worse GUNFIGHTS ... !!!!!
  
Well Nowadays In MANY Ways ... !!!
  
Promotion of Guns Is Now In Sight ...
of ... " Youthful Eyes " ... !!!
  
As If It's RIGHT To ... " SHOOT TO **** " ... !!!
It's NO SURPRISE Young Blood Gets Spilled ... !!!
  
Policemen Use Them ... YES That's Right ... !!!  
  
Gangsters Use Them For Their Crimes ... !!!  
  
Rappers Use Them So They ... " SAY " ...  
But Then Are Told That ...
  
" What they say, causes problems !?! "
  
Corporate Men Have NO DEFENCE ... !!!  
  
But Emcees PLEASE Use Common Sense ...  
Make Them Pay You Pounds and Pence ...
  
Or ... Dollars And Cents ...
For CLEVER Use of .... " Pad and Pen " .... !!!!  
  
NOT Lives of CRIME And VIOLENCE ... !!!!!
  
Talk About Our Governments ... !!!!!
FEED Your Brain Then ... " Edutain' " ....
  
Dismiss FIFTY Check .... " KRS " ....  
Free Styling's Great In ... " Many Ways " ... !!!
  
So ... DON'T Use It To Give Off HATE ...  
To Those Who Have Skin Tone Like YOURS ... !!!
  
Cos' ... YOU'RE To Blame ...  
When Someone Else Treats You The SAME ... !!!
  
Do You Really Think That's Hip Hops' Aim ... ?!?
  
Don't Get Me Wrong ...
I'd Rather See THAT Than Bullets In Brains ... !!!
  
But Promotion of DEATH Is just INSANE ... !!!!!!
  
Competing ...  
Goes With Life Like PAIN ... !!!
  
But UNITY ...
Helps People GAIN ... !!!
By Helping Them Keep Blood IN VEINS ... !!!!!
  
" Take That IN " ... !!!
  
HEED What I'm Saying ... !!!
  
That's PROOF AGAIN ...
of How My Words ...  
Feed DIFFERENT Strains ...  
  
By Using Them In ...
So MANY WAYS ... !!!
  
My Views Are COMPLEX ...  
Like My Brain ... !!!!!!!  
  
And Like My Prose ...
Flows Through My Veins ... !!!  
  
It's MAGIC But NO David Blaine ... !!!
It's Simply THIS A Gift That's ... " GODLY " ...
  
Prose I Write Is Far From ... " Shoddy " ... !!!!!!!  
  
I've Got BIG EARS .... !!!  
So ... Where Is Noddy ... !?!
  
That's It Folks ...  
No More quotes And No More Jokes ... !!!
  
" Mum I MISS YOU LOADS and LOADS ... !!!
EVERY DAY And Love You STILL In TRULY YES .................
  
...... " So Many Ways !!! " ......
The title drove the length, and variety of subjects covered !
Sijal Jan 2020
If I knew the ways...
To let you know how I feel, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To get past this pain, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To tell him that its not him, but his BEST FRIEND, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To turn back time and confess it before her, then MAYBE I would.
If I knew the ways...
To make you stop missing her and look at me; once; then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To discipline my heart and learn self control, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To stop this twinge when you call her name, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To filter my thoughts and not think of you, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To not only APPRECIATE but ACCEPT and RECIPROCATE his love, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To fear the rage of the girl you like, in coming to know my feelings for you, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To make you mine in ANY WAY then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To stop this hand to pick the pen and write poems about you, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To not send words to him that were written for you, then I would.
If I knew the ways...
To correct
MYSELF,
MY SITUATION,
MY HEART,
MY BRAIN,
...
YOU,
ME,
HIM,
HER
Oh, I would!
Oh, I would.

Only if I knew...
THE WAYS.
It's difficult trying to let go of someone you love and trying to move on with someone you don't. But you know, what you want can never be yours and what can be yours is something you don't earnestly want. It's complicated but it's my story.
Tell me in ways of desperation
She's saying my name a **** from the raider nation
Under the sun rays of sin city waste land
We could've been made but u had me pacing
Im taking all fades like the time Im facing
Tell me in ways of desperation
She's playing them *****'s Trump in hand never changing
She's looking away but I had her craving
Pmoney my game and I'm never waiting
Could've made you my main but I'm always taken
Tell me in ways of desperation
Tell me in ways of desperation
Hated the fame but the money raked in.
They called u insane throughout your training
They put you in chains until your breaking
Now your stuck in those reins steered by satan
Tell me in ways of desperation
Could've been my brain that's always tainted
The look of shame on his face was painted
Dead I remain cause Im always hated
Was it the pain you retained that keeped u naked
Tell me in ways of desperation
Moments are stainded missery created
Your leaving me to blame and my life was slowly shaded
Were you feeling the same as we became separated
These clouds will rain as our love was faded
Tell me in ways of desperation
Tell me in ways of desperation
peter oram Dec 2011
AMBIGRAM VIII

Recto:

Yesterday was Christmas, and the days
already start to grow a little longer.
In our hand, the new year‘s fledgling, stronger
though more fragile too in many ways

than this bedraggled, aging crow, its song a
a sad, repeated phrase among the blackened
trees along a river. So sit back and
raise your glasses to it, do the conga,

auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And black and
white explode, a throng of rainbows—gaze!
You‘ll see it, wakened in  the morning haze,
ascending as the tethering s?tring is slackened:

Verso:

Yesterday was Christmas, and
the days already start to grow
a little longer. In our hand,

the new year‘s fledgling, stronger  though
more fragile too in many ways
than this bedraggled, aging crow,

its song a sad, repeated phrase
among the blackened trees along a
river. So sit back and raise

your glasses to it, do the conga,
auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And
And black and white explode, a throng of

rainbows—gaze! You‘ll see it, wakened
in the morning haze, ascend-
ing as the tethering string is slackened.






















































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AMBIGRAM
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Recto:

Yesterday was Christmas, and the days
already start to grow a little longer.
In our hand, the new year‘s fledgling, stronger
though more fragile too in many ways

than this bedraggled, aging crow, its song a
a sad, repeated phrase among the blackened
trees along a river. So sit back and
raise your glasses to it, do the conga,

auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And black and
white explode, a throng of rainbows—gaze!
You‘ll see it, wakened in  the morning haze,
ascending as the tethering s?tring is slackened:

Verso:

Yesterday was Christmas, and
the days already start to grow
a little longer. In our hand,

the new year‘s fledgling, stronger  though
more fragile too in many ways
than this bedraggled, aging crow,

its song a sad, repeated phrase
among the blackened trees along a
river. So sit back and raise

your glasses to it, do the conga,
auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And
And black and white explode, a throng of

rainbows—gaze! You‘ll see it, wakened
in the morning haze, ascend-
ing as the tethering string is slackened.






















































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A­MBIGRAM

Recto:

Yesterday was Christmas, and the days
already start to grow a little longer.
In our hand, the new year‘s fledgling, stronger
though more fragile too in many ways

than this bedraggled, aging crow, its song a
a sad, repeated phrase among the blackened
trees along a river. So sit back and
raise your glasses to it, do the conga,

auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And black and
white explode, a throng of rainbows—gaze!
You‘ll see it, wakened in  the morning haze,
ascending as the tethering s?tring is slackened:

Verso:

Yesterday was Christmas, and
the days already start to grow
a little longer. In our hand,

the new year‘s fledgling, stronger  though
more fragile too in many ways
than this bedraggled, aging crow,

its song a sad, repeated phrase
among the blackened trees along a
river. So sit back and raise

your glasses to it, do the conga,
auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And
And black and white explode, a throng of

rainbows—gaze! You‘ll see it, wakened
in the morning haze, ascend-
ing as the tethering string is slackened.






















































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AMBIG­RAM

Recto:

Yesterday was Christmas, and the days
already start to grow a little longer.
In our hand, the new year‘s fledgling, stronger
though more fragile too in many ways

than this bedraggled, aging crow, its song a
a sad, repeated phrase among the blackened
trees along a river. So sit back and
raise your glasses to it, do the conga,

auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And black and
white explode, a throng of rainbows—gaze!
You‘ll see it, wakened in  the morning haze,
ascending as the tethering s?tring is slackened:

Verso:

Yesterday was Christmas, and
the days already start to grow
a little longer. In our hand,

the new year‘s fledgling, stronger  though
more fragile too in many ways
than this bedraggled, aging crow,

its song a sad, repeated phrase
among the blackened trees along a
river. So sit back and raise

your glasses to it, do the conga,
auld lang syne, then hit the sack. And
And black and white explode, a throng of

rainbows—gaze! You‘ll see it, wakened
in the morning haze, ascend-
ing as the tethering string is slackened.
Amitav Radiance May 2014
There were ways and there are ways
Ways chosen by you, and when ways choose you
Different from the usual ways
Or the most crowded ways, which everyone takes
The pathways to leading to a way
Erratically, frantically, rushing towards the common way
You are just another one amongst the crowd
Crowded ways, where you do not get a foothold
Barely managing to be pushed along the way of beaten path
An addiction, to find the seemingly easier way
For, our minds have become concrete, like the pathway
Concrete thoughts of about the way of the world
Trampled dreams and losing the way, leading nowhere
A distant goal, which is more like a hallucination
We sway this way and that way, influenced by the common ways
Becoming wayward, and dropping off midway
Clichéd as it may seem- ‘to take the road less traveled’
It’s now time to carve a new way, which is your way
Trust your instincts, and walk away on the pathway, to reach your destination




© Amitav (Radiance)
Find your way in this crowd, to carve a niche to reach your goal.
Life is unavoidably ecstatic,
at every scale, degree, level, dimension,
an oscillation,
season to season
day to night to day to night
cycle by cycle
wax by wane
feeling
by feeling
to feeling

always moving
both ways
all ways
always

crest, trough,
cresting-
falling,
lifting-crashing
riding, riding out
and in
and through
and by
and by,
bursting..

I could explode,
I might explode,
I did explode,
I do explode
though I'm contained,
boundary by boundary,
transcending,
including,
moving

always moving
both ways
all ways
always

rainbows weaving spectral waving,
rivers raging, bodies growing,
organismic, oceanic, orgiastic
in-ing, out-ing,
coming-going,
holding, letting go,
flowing, flowing, flows
surrendered, building,
pursing, pleasing,
pangs, paining,
ripping, breaking,
sorrows to joys to shade to shine,
as chasms to substantiation,
as abyssal to full,
as burn to burning,
to smoke etheric,
to ashes, to ground,
all passions
as passions
passion

pumping, filling, releasing
on-ing, off-ing,
alive-dying-birthing-living,
living as moving
always moving,
transforming
breath by breath
by breathing, being
this to that,
a changeling,
changing
always moving

always moving
both ways
all ways
always
Benji James Aug 2018
Went through so much together
Until you hurt me so much
Had to leave you
Before there was nothing left of us
Day by day, things got worse
Friendzoned from mistakes I made
Not saying I didn't deserve it, still hurts
Can't say, you aren't always on my mind
Everything that could have been
Now a distant memory
Didn't want me in all the ways I wanted you
After everything I said
After all the assumptions that ****** with my head
Even after all of that, Even after hitting rock bottom
Still, want you, Still, need you
I was better when I was with you

Even after all the ways
you broke my heart
I'm still in love with you
You're everything I see
You're everything I dreamed
Even after all the ways
You shattered my soul
I'm still in love with you
And I hope you understand
I still want to be your man
I still want you to be my world
I still want you to be my girl

And maybe this all falls on deaf ears
And maybe you'll never read this
Put it in a letter, just so you know
All that you mean to me
Maybe one day, you will see
I was sincere in these words I wrote
Maybe one day, you will see
You should have been with me
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you
There's no distance that could stop me
From making it to you
Even if you're sent to heaven
I'll follow you there
Hell couldn't hold me back
If I was what you wanted
I'd be there
With you is where I want to be

Even after all the ways
you broke my heart
I'm still in love with you
You're everything I see
You're everything I dreamed
Even after all the ways
You shattered my soul
I'm still in love with you
And I hope you understand
I still want to be your man
I still want you to be my world
I still want you to be my girl

And I'll never live down
The hurt that I caused
And I was stupid
For letting go
Of the one girl, I truly loved
And they said to have faith in
“Gods plans”
But, I questioned his plans
With the way we ended
All I'm left with now is what “ifs”
and a longing for your touch and kiss
And I hunger for your graceful gaze
And the way you light up my face
I miss us and the way we talked
I miss everything we were
But most of all I miss you

Even after all the ways
you broke my heart
I'm still in love with you
You're everything I see
You're everything I dreamed
Even after all the ways
You shattered my soul
I'm still in love with you
And I hope you understand
I still want to be your man
I still want you to be my world
I still want you to be my girl

©2018 Written By Benji James
Not sure if I uploaded this one yet...
I couldn’t be bothered checking...haha
Either way...Here it is! :)
Essen Dossev May 2020
How oft has the piping poet iterated
the many nuances of feeling,
the many ways to love, or hate?
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
But where in these enumerations
have we distinguished the longing
that boils up within us
at an absence, the missing,
whether momentary or eternal?
For there are many ways to miss someone.

There are, of course, the dreary ways
to miss someone, the ways
of grief, the yearning never to be fulfilled
for the departed and never to be seen again.
The moving on because you must
and still like ringing bells
the memories perpetually toll -
at first so loud as to obscure any sound
or thought, yet eventually
fading to a distant chime, ever still present,
lingering tintinnabulation;
if you stop and listen, you can make it out,
but day-to-day you’d hardly notice.

But there are many ways to miss someone,
like subtle shades of purple:
while some are dark, oozing, sickly,
violent, like bruises,
blood pooling just beneath the surface
threatening to burst;
or some are near-grey, cold, desaturated,
a sensationless day,
a gloomy cloud in our sky;
others would induce with their very sight
the soft scents of violets and lilac,
the songs of spring birds chirping;
and others still are rich and royal,
thick like honey, endowed,
velvet sheen, lustrous silk.

Yes, there are many ways to miss someone.

Like craving the crunch of an apple,
or the tingling acidity of citrus.
Like the thirst before the first gulp,
lemon water warmed beneath the sweltering sun.
Or like how dusk to dawn deprives us of that very sun,
and yet so soon will it return,
crying out a yellow hello into the night blue sky.

There are many ways to miss someone.

Like the budding excitement,
the cocooned caterpillar,
the anticipation of soon-coming,
daydreaming, enriching, sweet, joyful,
delayed gratification.

There are many ways to miss someone.

And when you finally bite into the fruit of your longing
the juices seep into all the cracks and crevices
of all the moments past of absence,
fill you, elate you, concentrated,
and you ask yourself
was an orange always so sweet
or the lemon so sour as this?
I need you in ways I can't control:
In addictive little ways that grow through the months.
Space between leaves me insatiable.

I need you in ways I don't understand:
In strange little ways that creep up on me.
Time apart leaves me confused.

I need you in ways I won't accept:
In conflicting little ways that play with my mind.
Complex circumstances leave me reluctant.

I need you in ways that force me to wish you never needed me.

— The End —