GET A ROOM!

Room to say, or conversation space
Filled with empty lies and careless whispers
Sax plays on with hairless jail-birds
Room to finish speaking, share this awkward tension with me.

Room to balk at fake suspense, then?
Room to crave an honest conversation
Room to leave, no hesitation?
Room to bleed upon this counter top
My head is spinning, make it stop.

Take me to my room, my bed, and aloe vera.
Got seven similar burns, let's say a brand
Shot eleven pillars of sand out from my hands.
The cops are calling, want to hear my demands
I just want space, some time, some room.

Room
Terry Collett Jul 14

On the playing field
Underhill
was second to none
but off it
he was a big turd
who bullied boys
smaller or less skilful
than he was at football.

We were in the school
changing room
waiting for the PE teacher
to pick his team
for the match.

Underhill came over
to where I was standing.

I've seen babies
dribble better
than you Coles
he said.

And I've smelt
their nappies
reminding me of you
I replied.

He squared up to me
his 6ft over my head.

You want to watch
your mouth frog.

You're blocking out
my daylight.

Other kids
made a small circle
around us
and chanted
fight fight fight.

I've seen toddlers
kick a ball
better than you
he said.

I shouldn't stand still
too long or a farmer
might mistake you
for dung and spread you
over his land
for fertilizer
I replied.

Fight fight fight
the kids chanted
about us.

I got on my toes
ready to weave
and punch.

He stood toe to toe
with me looking
down at me.

WHAT IS GOING ON  
the PE prat bellowed out
from the changing room
doorway.

The kids dispersed
and I mingled with them
Underhill tried to mingle
unsuccessfully.

Well what is
going on?

Nothing Sir
Underhill said
just showing others
my passing skill.

The PE prat
looked around at us
his beady eyes
searching out victims.

Right line up
I need a solid team
to play against
Barnside Seniors.

We lined up
against the wall.

I wouldn't be chosen
(thank God)
but Underhill was
almost straight away.

I was hoping
the team lost
it would make
my day.

SCHOOL BOYS AND NEAR FIGHT 1962
alan Jul 12

I walk slowly back into the tattered lobby and press the button in the wall, the elevator door opens and I walk in, my hands numb and dead inside my over-sized pockets.
I watch the elevator number change as I rise, higher, and higher.
13
The door opens and I walk in, swaying to the rhythm of the common word, chaos.
This is my brain, and it must be repaired, where is my tool box?
"Crilley, come here please. If things happened the same as detailed,
then I must tell you that you, once again, have failed."
I look up and smooth back my hair with a deep breath,
"I know that I failed, sir
I wasn't aware this would occur."
He looks me sharply in the eye, the window to my soul, my mind, my heart. He cannot see anything because they are pale as the moon,
and foggy as a warm summer night in the middle of the saltwater oceans.
"You must help them, they are your friends, you know,
and this childish foolishness, you need to outgrow."
He squared me up and waited for my answer.
"I meant to help, you see,
it's just something that doesn't come naturally with me."
He shakes his head and rips out my heart,
"this is what happens when you are not smart."
He points to the windows of my brain on either side of the room
"go over there,
hurry up and finish the repair."
I walk away, glancing back for only a second. I smash the glass with my bare hand and my eyes begin to form a single tear,
"this common thought should not be here."

Arcassin B Jul 6

By Arcassin Burnham


Hi I'm Arcassin And I was wondering how a black male
in america made it this far,
Dear Zeus Please tell me what I've done wrong,
And there ain't mountain high enough for journey's to start,
there's not enough room in this soul to smile.
I know what I've done and I'm not proud.

New mission.
with honorable mentions.
keeping one love.
no substitutions.
I know my role man.
to be a citizen.
but I'm so woke man.
the truth will hide in sin , sin.
we can't pretend like nothing's going on,
you wanna waste away , you wanna live your life,
I swear material things mean more to you than the
people that have your back in this life,
so calm down man.
you fought long enough.
I hope you understand.
It's just as simple as trust.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.

Hi I'm Arcassin And I was wondering how a black male
in america made it this far,
Dear Zeus Please tell me what I've done wrong,
And there ain't mountain high enough for journey's to start,
there's not enough room in this soul to smile.
I know what I've done and I'm not proud.

Don't need luck.
changes is a must.
screw your issues.
Not in the mood to fuss.
we all have weaknesses.
and we're all not so strong.
we all gotta fight.
to capsulize the wrong, wrong.
we can't pretend like nothing's going on,
you wanna waste away , you wanna live your life,
I swear material things mean more to you than the
people that have your back in this life,
I can't control.
whatever it is you do.
the guilt we try to hold.
will only bury you.
Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/room-smile-cant-be-silenced-ep-coming.html
Lure Pot Jul 4

I have seen in the Halloween
She was wearing Snow White
It makes her look like teen
She's just full of delight
It was Ray beauty queen.

Her smiles were shining
Like the sea moonlight
Her mood was charming
With the Snow White
It's for the Halloween.

Truly I have seen Willow
White black blue red yellow
Snow White was her fellow
And opened up her window
Looking for the Halloween.

Renee's at her room
Looks like broom
And she's at noon
Likes silver moon
Enjoy the Halloween Night.

Diána Bósa Jun 28

"Come clean before coming undone" - said the mirror, then melted in the room.
It flowed down from the wall, billowed the room,
and moved across the hallway.
Broken skin like a mildewy smell, disgraced by this voiced-out message,
the iron hill became too twisted and our moments in time,
like debris in the pure water on their way to float to nowhere.

martjn ysidro Jun 27

maybe i've written some words for you.
-things like stars and hearts and baby unicorns.
maybe i'm a ghost that haunts and boos and cries.
-things like love and horror and promises sworn.
maybe there's a thousand poems written about the night and the moon.
-things like some words written for you in my room.

K Constantine Jun 24

A fork and empty plate,
relics of last night's dinner.
Paint, brushes and thinner,
art never finished at this rate.

A jumbled deck of cards,
a game we had, it was amusing.
A single, lonely sheet of music,
how I wish I was a bard.

The only comb I own,
more a decoration than for combing hair.
Two coins, a single pair,
lucre, life's stepping stone.

A ring, not on my finger,
memories in scratches etched
Things to get off of my chest,
a single photograph of her.
That is all the junk on my desk.

Ceyhun Mâhî Jun 21

At night the mind's at rest,
While away from the rest.

A short couplet.
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