If I had a mom
I will, on this day, write her a poem
But she is been long gone
Suffice it to say, in the stock of moms
She is certainly the best of them all.

My first song
And my first love
My first breath
And my first step

When the world disappeared
She was the one that was there
When everyone was gone
She was the one that said "no need to be alone"

If the world were a gift store
A mother is the best thing in stock
The gift of a mother
Is like being given the whole of Hawaii in a gift wrapper.

Though my mom is gone
This is my most happy poem
So if you still have a mom
Do your most to show her love
The value of what you have is best known when it is gone.

My late mom and the moms in the world
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY with much love.

I am
Tired of poems about love
Sickened by love poems.
I have a muse for a different stuff
I don't want to write about the beauty of this world
I'd rather tell how wrong it has gone
And how hard it is to get the things for which we long
Decent life; love; joy; peace; and a home.
Love sounds like an almost beautiful song
Just messed up by a few wrong notes
Like a beautiful adventure
Marred by a few wrong turns.
Love is like love is not love anymore.

I am tired of poems about love
I want to unmask all the hurt behind every smile;
I want to put the "not" in every "I am fine";
I want to show the similarity between love and hate;
To tell the relationship between joy and pain;
To tell how much hate we harbour in our hearts;
Thus open a new page that lays plain humanity's problems.

I am tired of love poems
They sound like a song sang from a cranky voice
That awful sound of noise
I want to tell of the emptiness in every hug;
The shallowness of every heart;
The huge void in every home.
I am so very tired of poems about love
And almost disgusted by love poems.
What is in a poem about love
Or even a love poem
If the don't seek to right 'these' wrongs?

Now you see why, I hope,
Why I am tired of poems about love
And sickened by love poems.

When the earth quakes
Even the sea is not safe
Death lurks around every turn and caves

When the aged curses
Beware, even a tree on a bank withers
Even the most eloquent stutters

When a child cries
The heavens is summoned
And all the earth is cautioned

When humanity falters
And yet lack the humanity to admit same
Beware for we are just at the bend before our shame.

Make the mistakes then
Just don't make excuses for them
Just scurry and scout for the lesson therein.

app rap rap
I wonder if you will let me inside
I have come to flirt a bit
Let me caress your mind
And ****** your thoughts
Let me undress your soul
Let me foreplay your muse till it gets to cloud nine

Pour out the yearnings of your being
Things only the blind can see
Pour out the venomous poems within
Our hearts and souls are up for the cleansing
Put that pen on a paper, dare to dream
Dare to hope in spite the obvious end

A poem a day
Sounds like kneeling to pray
A poem a day
Sounds like a heart with a whole lot to say
A poem a day
Like the ever faithful sun and its rays
A poem a day
Chase gloom further away
A poem a day
Who knows, there may be a soul yearning to be saved

A poem a day
A poem a day
Just a poem a day