An unpredictable man has hardware
Flouting its strong resolve for us to see
A missile projecting with awful scare
The world pleads his insane obsession's flee
Diplomacy's will urges a quelling
Our quaking planet seems truly unsafe
Danger's loud note he's lately spelling
We're hearing the meaning of rasping chafe
Containing his ambitions no easy task
A deaf ear chosen by commo warhead
Why is the question we must now ask
The provocation feels like a dire dread
International sanctions screw him down
May they limit the threat's barbed crown

We've been warned of bad people
ever since we were little.
We've all learned that we shouldn't trust
a creepy man who offers candy if you'll only get into his truck.

But nobody's ever warned us of

The boys with dangerously glittering eyes,
who will pepper you with affection only to
put a bullet in your heart.

Nobody's ever warned us of

The girls wearing mean smirks like armour,
who will laugh at you when you walk by and
make you feel so insecure.

Nobody's ever warned us of

The wounds that were bound to open in our chests,
which won't disappear in an instant
if at all.

Nobody's ever warned us of


- there are some things people will never tell you -
Katie 4d

Can anyone hear me screaming?
I'm yelling at the top of my lungs.
I'm fighting with everything I got.
I'm clawing myself out of this grave.
Please hear my cries.
You're going to lose me.
I don't know how much more strength I have left.
Somebody help me.
I feel tired & weak.
At times the coffin looks so comfortable.
The quietness is appealing.
I want to get out alive.
Though I feel myself fading.
What is reality?
Who I am?
I feel so lost.
I want to be numb again in my other reality where it's safe.
Being present in this realm feels like my mind & body is on fire.
Can anyone see my pain?
Stop telling me it's imaginary.
I've tried that route.
Try walking a mile in my shoes.
You would feel lost in a jungle with danger all around you. Vicious animals ready to attack you at all times.
I feel invisible.
Nobody seems to hear me screaming.

Ari 5d

The seductive siren
Swimming in the angry seas of my life
Singing softly of the sweet peace
My tormented soul prays for.

I did not know I was in danger
Of drowning until I was close enough
To see the demons dancing
In the darkened depths of her eyes.

She caught me.


Ma Cherie Sep 10

it's hard to predict
the course of coming
wide or narrow
I ponder the future path
as waters
will always find a way
my father said,
if she's angry in her wrath,

see the ones
that had never
breached their banks
that swell up huge
surging dirty
fast within,
just a few brief minutes
it comes
in such
high waters again,

all is flooded quickly

everything in sight,
then just...
all is just
gone without a fight,

yes including,
my dear old parents
sweet abode

in the terrible flood
of that bitch Irene

an if anyone had been there
that day at their home
they likely would have died
it's like nothing I have ever
really seen,

an today, as
the worst storm
in the history
of what we know
is bearing down
on our lovely crying planet?

so I ask- what do you think
you can do
when the fire comes raging,
will you put it out or fan it?

I think,
to myself
I am seeing
many new animals
especially the birds,
rare ones,
insects and plants,
an some look just quite absurd
it is exciting but scary
but seriously different weather
i say why are you not wary?
if you don't believe
in climate change
or global warming

well God please help us all.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Ksjpari Aug 13

The only thing which restrain
Our progress and does train
Us to locate the farthest wain
And show us how we are wane.
Exams by force does restrain
Our growth changes into inane.
We found nobody to explain
Why teachers called exams profane.
Examination is the only restrain.
We studied some poems in quatrain
Or formulas of gases like butane;
And some more inert gases methane.
We saw fields growing sugarcane.
Examination is the only restrain.
But always needed one to explain
Why is exam dissolved in design?
If you too feel the same constrain
Join me and poems to liberty regain.
Examination is the only restrain.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Jae Thorns Aug 10

you let them in,
no matter how they wronged you,
you let them in,
how kind of you.

you let me in,
and let me see the beauty of you,
you're beautiful outside,
gorgeous on the inside,

you let me in,
gave me food,
protected me,
and prevent me of danger.

you're a shelter,
you're a protector,
a hero of many,
loved by everyone.

they can't destroy you,
i'll defend you,
even as the last one,
i will do it.

you are special,
a very important person,
my friend.
my shelter.

they will never harm you,
and this time,
i will be your shelter,
and will protect you from now on.

How to break an addiction. Decide to live.
What can I learn from my pain. Danger.
And friends are merely friendly, live on independent
of your injury. You will not be missed in church on Sunday.

Grass. Weed, broccoli, burrito, stink, pot, skunk.
I'm talking blue grama, upland bent, smooth brome,
riverside panic, wild rye, fowl meadow, spike muhly,
sweet vernal, salt marsh, bristly foxtail, little bluestem.

Reefer is unhealthy, opens lesions in the brain,
wormholes into hell, yet should be legal. I'll vote that way.
It may ease the pathos into non-existence
well as meditation, bird watching, last will and testament.

Each joint hurts, rib joints, spine joints, skull plate joints.
The head and hip and heart will hurt, all three.
Insomniac I like the way bones crack and clack like
wooden wind chimes, an untuned piano, a tree rack of wornout

Never forget, the mind is the body paying attention
to what it does. Without that connection, each finger bent
or toe smashed is just added to the collection
of anonymous body parts of holocaust victims

in their mass graves. Better when every life saved
or lost is a front page story, an illusion of shared
sacrifice or joy, but that expresses only the surface
of our emotions. I'm mostly relieved to have survived.

"The world is WIDE and I travel it!
The world has a secret and I SEEK it!”,
Said I, as I sailed off one day
To follow tales of distant shores,
With untrammeled frontiers,
Virgin and pure!

Yielding to the demand of my disquieted soul,
“Voyage!” she cried, and I set upon my goal:
To stretch forth the extremities of my
Ambition -- to penetrate
The veil of all unknowing;
To heed to the heady lure
Of discovery,
Carried by the west wind, blowing!
The path I run will cost me years, and
I must try to go the distance.
But this is a longing for life undiluted,
Quaffed deep and savored
As a Barolo vintage,
Noble and intense.

Maps of her forbidding hinterlands were
Vouchsafed by Mariner Kings of ancient days.
I consulted the coded charts for clues, and
Configured the gilded astrolabe.
Obsession ruled my motives as I
Poured over sea-faring strategies.
The sagacious scrolls became a cypher,
Whispering exotic rumors
Of pleasures and possessions,
Steeped in rich antiquities.

My fertile mind was seized
By these boundless visions,
As the time came for our enterprise.
I shouted to my stalwart company,
“The road forward will not be forgiving,
But the rewards gained will outrageous fortune comprise!”

Our quest divided the latitudes as a
Scimitar separates flesh from bone.
My ship slashed the longitudes as we
Sought passage far from home.
My desire encircled her sensuous shape,
For she is a mistress, supple and warm.
This journey provided the means of escape, for
From the Tome of Glory these pages were torn!

Hence, joyously exulting, I made clear my claim,
“Wisdom is a treasure divine!
Adventure is the blood inflamed!”

My mad dream was unleashed and
I will always remember the day.
I was free to sail my heart’s tidal-course,
Venturing forth, far and away!
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