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Ken Pepiton Aug 2023
So, you know,
just how far some thoughts go, sown

I use scents and potions, and write,
and maintain basic,
rudimentary sanitation, orderly mindstate;

but that is not so I can say so, no,

I do not know why it is, but on the streets,
I blend in,
I belong right.
--- in any city I appear the ***.

Not here, indeed, a breeze asks no entrance,

I hear my grandson,
next for puberty, in this life,
whistling, not tunefully, but casually,
hearing himself whistle bits of someday songs,

as he does his Saturday screen free time.
A bit of my Saturday, for general baseline - what I aimed at, to what I got.
Ikimi Festus Jun 2023
In the depths of my being, a hunger unfolds,
A yearning for solace that my heart beholds.
In the vast expanse of this earthly domain,
Only one name can quell the ache and the pain.

Jesus, only You can satisfy my soul,
With grace that mends and makes me whole.
In Your embrace, I find peace profound,
In Your presence, true joy is found.

Through life's winding paths and tempestuous tide,
It's Your love that carries me, my faithful guide.
No earthly treasure or fleeting desire,
Can ignite the flame that Your touch inspires.

You are the bread that nourishes my spirit,
The living water, my soul's endless merit.
In Your words, I find wisdom and truth,
In Your boundless grace, eternal youth.

When shadows surround and doubts assail,
Your light shines forth, and doubts shall pale.
You lift me up on wings of hope,
And in Your embrace, I learn to cope.

Jesus, only You can satisfy my soul,
With a love that heals and makes me whole.
In You, I find purpose and meaning anew,
For every step I take, I find strength in You.

So I surrender all, my heart, my will,
In Your presence, all my fears grow still.
You are the anchor in life's raging sea,
Forever and always, my soul finds peace in Thee.
newborn May 2022
rusty looking furniture
plastic cups sitting unbothered
on partially ***** floors
2:54 a.m bedtimes
tiny silky sheets over collapsed bodies
awakening to the smell of burnt toast and
warm wood
heavy air with the beach surrounding
vintage-looking photos on film cameras
holding hands, keeping promises, sweet smiles
snow angels imprinted in the grainy sand
worn out from the day’s sun
toasty like a bullet
crowded trailer park homes
down the coastline
couple of drinks, lots of giggles
twirling your girl
alcohol scents lingering everywhere you go
dusty trucks
little hugs
see you tomorrow as the sun rises on the beach
as your soul awakens to the moan of the earth
i’ll meet you on the sunniest boardwalk in town
hehe chemtrails over the country club who ;)

5/15/22
Persephone Feb 2022
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever be satisfied in my life time
But until then
I will keep writing
My Dearest Molly Anne,
I hope you are now satisfied
With the sinking bags under my eyes and
The empty gap between my thighs, I hope
You know I can no longer sleep
Without you to rock me through the slow-rolling lake,
And sing your song of a thousand sheep.
You've started throwing
Thick red waves into my sink and
Messed with my ability to think and
Darling, you pull me
Under miles and miles of freezing sea
And you take and you take,
Never satisfied.
I met Solomon today.

We met at Ecclesiastes.

And while having lunch with him,
I asked him to tell me how it feels to be dead.

And he said

"Death is a permanent sleep".

I know that already.

"It's all darkness," he further said,  

"Darkness, darkness all the way.
Silence, silence forevermore "

That sounds freaky.

"Yes, and even more in this case,

You'll not receive credit alert again".

"???"

"Yes, and even this your big phone-sef,
Some ******* will claim it,
and be pressing it anyhow.

No more emails too,
No Facebook nor WhatsApp messages.
No phone calls nor text messages.


And then, those pictures you took while eating
Ice-cream and fooling around at Shoprite and Coldstone,

You won't be able to post them again.

You will not know what comments you got,  
Nor what silly emojis were dropped on them.
No one will tell you how fat you look
Nor how much flesh you no longer have,
Your frown will be but nothing to see,
Your smile  too will have no meaning.

No birthday parties, and no more hangouts,
No teasing, no laughing, no funning about

No Christmas rice and chicken stew.
No clothes, no makeup, no shàkara.

You won't even hear when your friends laugh
Nor laugh at the cries of your so called foes.

No football match to watch or argue about
No Betnaija, no updates.


Your girlfriend too will find new love.
You'll no longer get her meechà-meechà
No love, no hugs, no kisses too.
No groaning, no moaning, no mènè-mènè

No sunlight nor moonlight play,
No Nepa light nor candle light

Darkness, darkness all the way
Silence, silence forevermore

You won't receive newsletters too,  
Nor read newspapers in your grave.

No need for hope from promises made
and no more pain from those letdowns

Like something that never existed,
You'll be gone forevermore.

Gone into the dark,
Dark, dark silence.

So live life more, as much as you can,
Eat well, sleep more, work out, dream.
Cause no trouble, curse no one.
Be your self and have more fun,
Take less work and live just right.
Let  good deeds be  your footprints"
JKirin Dec 2020
I want for few, as you know:
be here with you and the snow.
about being content with what's already there
My Dearest Molly Anne,
I hope you are now satisfied
With the sinking bags under my eyes and
The empty gap between my thighs, I hope
You know I can no longer sleep
Without you to rock me through the slow-rolling lake,
And sing your song of a thousand sheep.
You've started throwing
Thick red waves into my sink and
Messed with my ability to think and
Darling, you pull me
Under miles and miles of freezing sea
And you take and you take,
Never satisfied.
Mark Toney Oct 2020
Younger wanting to be older
Older wanting to be young
Child wishing to be bigger
Bigger wishing to be thinner

Teen wanting a clearer face
Clearer face wanting a better body
People lamenting bad hair days
Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . .

We diss what we have
Wish for what we lack
When what we have is gone
Oh, what we'd give to have it back!

Youthful desires for future yearning
Future bearing down like a train
Elders' memories of past unnerving
Hit by a train never the same



Mark Toney © 2020
10/6/2020 - Poetry form: Free Verse - Seems like we're never satisfied. If you're an adolescent you want to be an adult. If you're older you want to be younger. And on and on and on. Why can't we just be content and enjoy what we have at any given time? - Mark Toney © 2020
She just wanted
to live a life
that she would be
proud of
a life that she
was glad she lived for
one that she
would be sad to leave
but would leave satisfied
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