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hitherto the crows enveloping the sky
and whereupon my zest for life decayed
were a trio of three- she, him and I

in the meadow grew hollyhock and rye
he catered to the grain, i to the flower
the roots began to shift and the rustling wind sigh

though beautiful, she was the apple of my eye
the flower paled in worth, my attention drew elsewhere
her voice was soft and musical; enamourment nigh

quiet was the night and little time did i bide
for death only lay dormant and life dreamt uncertain
so I offered her a walk, a moonlight stride

‘twas lovely until she dipped down, collapsed and cried
i, mortified, could not quell her despair
had he heard?; not a minute passed and ‘lone he arrived

her despair was my own and solace i could not find;
the hollyhock has long since died; i wish for no more
hitherto the crows enveloping the sky
were a trio of three- she, him and i
Courting and honeymoon are **** phases,
When over these stages,
Reality sets in,
Don't give in.
The unpaid bills, messy house,
Bickering with your spouse.
Men! Don't look at your problems,
They will stick on you like chewing gums,
Find solutions!
Be on course,
With understanding and love your marriage hold at all cost,
Or with pity and remorse,
Take a divorce.
Yushi Jan 24
Aggrieved at that grievous throb
Betrayed by the rosy rose
Pricked by its deceitful thorns
Hit by the pang of remorse
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.

Those bloodshot eyes, the sulking façade
Those falling pearls of repressed feelings
Let lose is the pain once gathered
Standing on the lousy tip of life’s reeling’s
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.

This delirium of spleen
This rage I feel  towards all
All those merry, all those joyous
Jealous, for their luck is tall
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria

Deserving of desolate gloom
Meaning to feel the iniquity
The guilt of all my wrong doings
Is worth no good man’s pity.
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.
Well, I know its long, but read it anyways.
Shlomo Oct 2018
Emerging economies.

What they’re emerging from I don’t know.

My guess, the depths of ****.

From the frying pan, right into the fire, or worse; a well.

A deep hole stronger than gravity, the force.

To be forever under the thumb of remorse.

A modern era of endless acts, policies and bla bla bla.

Shut up with all your platitudes.

I see what’s really going on. Aha!

You speak of sustainable development.

Nice to know that you’ve led by example.

Carried the mantle for all these years.

Centuries of ruthlessness, now veiled in sheep’s clothing.

But you won’t shut up. Because you don’t speak.

You never have. You just do.

Each day that goes by, you carry on anew.

Behind all the talk of hope, equality and more progress,

it seems the wolves are lurking.

Cooking up the next tool to subdue countless.

This time, not behind closed doors. But in plain sight.

It’s scary to imagine such spite.

Each year that goes by it becomes clearer that you never cared.

You sold guns, drugs and all kinds of war.

And each time, you kept coming back for more.

You’ve built up antibodies that ensure your survival.

But sometimes I wonder if you’re alive at all.

But what do I know?

Maybe you’re more alive than ever.

Doing what you do best but always more clever.

That not even the most stable of geniuses can evade your pressure.

A strong enough foundation that each break makes you stronger,

So strong that not even the Gremlin can take you under.  

Against this dreary background, foregrounded is nothing short of magical.

Beyond hope, prayers or a thoughtless radical.

Or maybe this is all just fake outrage.

An attempt to evade the boredom of this endless monotony and baggage.

Or maybe, the term is out of date.

Like every other, that makes me increasingly more irate.

In which case, this poem is at least ten years late.

Or maybe there are too many maybes’.

And I’m perfectly suited for this time of vague uneasiness and indifference.

In which case, my imagination probably needs more sociology and less a lesson in rhymes.
Piano backed narration @
Jewel Jan 5
All we had all had to die 
l never could truly understand why 
I wonder if you know how much brighter the stars shine from your almond eyes 
Whenever I see you walk by I see that cool July  
Your beautiful smile makes me redo when it was mine  

For in my eyes,  
I keep reversing time 
In bed I lie going back to our July every summer night 
You and I wrapped in each other tight 
you and I gazing at the sunny blue sky 
Later came with our first kiss under warm Jamaica Summer rain 

Quick drops hitting fast and faster 
Your lips so warm and tender 
Baby, I pull and pull you closer 
By reliving our love over and over 

Drowning deep in the island breeze 
I remember but quickly forget to breathe 
Isn't it funny how special memories can creep in their sleep 
Tiny embers that can suddenly make a flame 
Always taking you by surprise just like the Jamaica Summer rain 

In my eyes,  
I keep reversing time 
In my heart, there an emptiness still resides  
I can hear it cry every summer night The more I long to see the stars in your almond eyes 
Is the more I'm again with them underneath that sky 
Feeling you again with that island breeze 
Continues but remains only in my sweetest dreams 

You’ll never know this kinda pain 
Of wondering if it touches her the same whenever she's covered in warm Jamaica Summer rain
I welcome feedback guys!
Charlene Dec 2018
there’s something else
I will look in your gentle eyes, as usual,
trying to get you to hold me,
trying to steal a kiss before I say it,
it’s too late for me
I have seen him cut the table with an ax just to prove a point
I have witnessed him hit his own mother
I have curled and trembled when he lost it
I have heard him proudly told me,
how he ruined someone’s life years ago
I have heard him told me he wanted to cheat
I have heard him told me I would die when I was sick
I have heard him told me simply killing me is too easy and boring
I have been hit so ******* the arm I couldn’t lift it
I have been grabbed by the neck and choked for half a minute
I have been pushed and fallen into a pile of broken glasses
I have been accused of things that weren’t my fault frequently
I have been denied identity explicitly and yet used extensively,
physically, financially, intellectually
I have been deprived of the right to go back to my own home
I have shivered at the threatening messages
I have asked for too much help
I have brought threat to those who know me
I have hurt the people that stood by me
I have hurt myself for no real good reason
I have omitted things that don’t start with an I have
I have been manipulated, contaminated
I have betrayed myself
I have sold my soul for ****** sanity

I actually remember all of it
bewildered, disgusted,
I actually remembered.
I felt like I was alive and normal
with you,
I am fascinated, helpless, breathless,
and utterly happy,
I want you to notice,
I wished you could love me
but my love,
what if it’s too late for me

yet each time, the very thought of you
makes me wanna stay
I wish I could tell you again, I love you, and again, and again, and again and again and again and again and again,
and again
you don’t have to say anything
They say if you can’t be with the one you love
Then you should love the one you’re with
But the problem is I haven’t loved myself at all
Ever since the moment I lost you

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