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Nakomitunaka ooh, nakomitunaka ooh I ask myself often a plethora of questions too Many times, I said to myself: oh no, no, no Brother Muhammad Ali talked about that also Black people came from somewhere special Like everybody else under the celestial Umbrella. Africa is the Mother of Humanity Africa is the Mother of all ethnicities Living in the hoods, villages, cities, states and countries Forget about the darkness, lightness and the shades The best cocoa and the coffee beings came from Africa Just like Humanity was born somewhere in Africa Do you understand the meaning of that? Blacks make Whites, but the contrary Is almost quasi impossible. That's a very fat Way to answer a myriad of pertinent questions However, history is littered with lies and deceptions Historians don't tell the truth for stupid reasons Many groups want to create superiority and seasons We all know that's wishy-washy and impossible With the Wonderful God everything is possible However. We all follow similar itineraries Same beginning, ending and even cemeteries Maybe in different locations and countries, but death Is death. And we are all of out of vital signs and breath Nzambe nakomitunaka ooh.I no longer wonder The World is African. Prove me wrong or in error Hollywood cannot duplicate such an antique history Think and imagine the real and truthful story Mother Africa is watching, listening and won't say a word Africa is Peace. Africa is Love. Africa is Humanity Mother Africa is very patient, and Jesus is the Lord Jesus came from Africa. Jesus is peace. Jesus is unity. P.S. This poem is dedicated to HUMANITY and all my brothers and sisters. Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 9:18 PM UTC
60Etncelles60
Nakomitunaka Ooh, Or The World Is African
Nakomitunaka ooh, nakomitunaka ooh I ask myself often a plethora of questions too Many times, I said to myself: oh no, no, no Brother Muhammad Ali talked about that also Black people came from somewhere special Like everybody else under the celestial Umbrella. Africa is the Mother of Humanity Africa is the Mother of all ethnicities Living in the hoods, villages, cities, states and countries Forget about the darkness, lightness and the shades The best cocoa and the coffee beings came from Africa Just like Humanity was born somewhere in Africa Do you understand the meaning of that? Blacks make Whites, but the contrary Is almost quasi impossible. That's a very fat Way to answer a myriad of pertinent questions However, history is littered with lies and deceptions Historians don't tell the truth for stupid reasons Many groups want to create superiority and seasons We all know that's wishy-washy and impossible With the Wonderful God everything is possible However. We all follow similar itineraries Same beginning, ending and even cemeteries Maybe in different locations and countries, but death Is death. And we are all of out of vital signs and breath Nzambe nakomitunaka ooh.I no longer wonder The World is African. Prove me wrong or in error Hollywood cannot duplicate such an antique history Think and imagine the real and truthful story Mother Africa is watching, listening and won't say a word Africa is Peace. Africa is Love. Africa is Humanity Mother Africa is very patient, and Jesus is the Lord Jesus came from Africa. Jesus is peace. Jesus is unity. P.S. This poem is dedicated to HUMANITY and all my brothers and sisters. Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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I want to love you, but the world has written us in red. Our banners clash, our names are curses, yet when I see you, the storm inside me stills. I love you, not in secret, but in silence. Each breath I take feels borrowed, each thought of you a sin I gladly repeat. But I can’t love you. Not when every heartbeat sounds like treason, not when your sword bears your kingdom’s crest and mine drips with your father’s blood. I wish you’d know that, that every time our blades met, I wasn’t trying to win, I was trying to stay near you a moment longer. I wish you’d love me, not as a soldier, not as an enemy, but as the fool who knelt before you long before the battle ever began. I wish there was no war, no crowns, no gods, no orders to obey, only you and me and the soft peace I never found. I wish you weren’t my enemy. Because when your blade pierces through my chest, I don’t fight back. I don’t move. I only whisper, I wish I could be with you. And as the light fades, you don’t see my smile through the blood. But it’s there, faint and real, because dying by your hand was the closest I’d ever come to holding you. –S. Yusuf
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
s-yusuf
The Only War I never wanted to Win
I want to love you, but the world has written us in red. Our banners clash, our names are curses, yet when I see you, the storm inside me stills. I love you, not in secret, but in silence. Each breath I take feels borrowed, each thought of you a sin I gladly repeat. But I can’t love you. Not when every heartbeat sounds like treason, not when your sword bears your kingdom’s crest and mine drips with your father’s blood. I wish you’d know that, that every time our blades met, I wasn’t trying to win, I was trying to stay near you a moment longer. I wish you’d love me, not as a soldier, not as an enemy, but as the fool who knelt before you long before the battle ever began. I wish there was no war, no crowns, no gods, no orders to obey, only you and me and the soft peace I never found. I wish you weren’t my enemy. Because when your blade pierces through my chest, I don’t fight back. I don’t move. I only whisper, I wish I could be with you. And as the light fades, you don’t see my smile through the blood. But it’s there, faint and real, because dying by your hand was the closest I’d ever come to holding you. –S. Yusuf
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Many say Curiosity killed the cat, When in reality our world is built off it. Curiosity is the reason we crossed the ocean. It is the reason we look to the stars. It is the why we seek to adventure, To better ourselves as we do. Curiosity is why we strive for answers. It is why we understand gravity. It is the why we read, The why we draw, The why we look for more. Curiosity pushes the boundaries of our world, While simultaneously writing the rules. The rules that are then tested by another. Without Curiosity, Our world would be stuck. The Earth would still be flat. The Sun would still revolve around us, And the Stars would still be white dots in the sky. Without Curiosity, It would still be thought That wolves howled to the moon Because it is their lost love.
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Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
LeesLostWritings
The Curiosity That Moves Us
Many say Curiosity killed the cat, When in reality our world is built off it. Curiosity is the reason we crossed the ocean. It is the reason we look to the stars. It is the why we seek to adventure, To better ourselves as we do. Curiosity is why we strive for answers. It is why we understand gravity. It is the why we read, The why we draw, The why we look for more. Curiosity pushes the boundaries of our world, While simultaneously writing the rules. The rules that are then tested by another. Without Curiosity, Our world would be stuck. The Earth would still be flat. The Sun would still revolve around us, And the Stars would still be white dots in the sky. Without Curiosity, It would still be thought That wolves howled to the moon Because it is their lost love.
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Pobres de nuestros países Pobres de todas partes Pobres de Haití Personas pobres, desorientadas y locas Ya no diré "pobre Haití" Haití es un país lleno de riqueza Haití, un país lleno de recursos Para otros Haití es un paraíso y rico en recursos Para otros Haití es un país lleno de hipocresía De gente desposeída, miserable y sufriente Haití es un lugar lleno de odio y traidores ¡Haití, Haití! ¡Qué vergüenza! Donde sus líderes son tontos, malvados y locos. La juventud haitiana tiene muy mala suerte. Porque los falsos líderes son codiciosos, repugnantes e insensatos. Qué vergüenza para un pueblo que a menudo ha sufrido tanto. Los cementerios están por todas partes, al igual que las iglesias y los calvarios. Hay tanta miseria allí porque los ladrones, los estafadores. Hipócritas, secuaces, bandidos, locos y sinvergüenzas están por todas partes. Este es el país donde demasiadas personas inocentes mueren por balas, por hierro Por odio, por hipocresía, por venganza, por ignorancia y por pobreza ¿A qué santo debemos invocar por esta gente desesperanzada Por nuestros hermanos y hermanas sin futuro que mueren de desesperación? ¿A qué Dios sordo y ebrio debemos rezar para salvar a los seguidores de Cristo Que se lamentan, lloran, gritan y ladran como perros? ¿Qué palabra deberíamos usar para fortalecer y revitalizar a estas personas debilitadas? ¿Y al Estado que, lamentablemente, existe para castigar a las víctimas empobrecidas? Pobres aquí donde estamos Pobres de nuestros países Pobres de todas partes Pobres de Haití Pobres de estos Estados Unidos. P. D.: Traducción de «Pauvre Peuple De Chez Nous, De Nos Pays». Copyright © Abril de 2025, Hébert Logerie. Todos los derechos reservados. Hébert Logerie es autor de varios poemarios.
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
60Etncelles60
Pobres De Nuestros Países
Pobres de nuestros países Pobres de todas partes Pobres de Haití Personas pobres, desorientadas y locas Ya no diré "pobre Haití" Haití es un país lleno de riqueza Haití, un país lleno de recursos Para otros Haití es un paraíso y rico en recursos Para otros Haití es un país lleno de hipocresía De gente desposeída, miserable y sufriente Haití es un lugar lleno de odio y traidores ¡Haití, Haití! ¡Qué vergüenza! Donde sus líderes son tontos, malvados y locos. La juventud haitiana tiene muy mala suerte. Porque los falsos líderes son codiciosos, repugnantes e insensatos. Qué vergüenza para un pueblo que a menudo ha sufrido tanto. Los cementerios están por todas partes, al igual que las iglesias y los calvarios. Hay tanta miseria allí porque los ladrones, los estafadores. Hipócritas, secuaces, bandidos, locos y sinvergüenzas están por todas partes. Este es el país donde demasiadas personas inocentes mueren por balas, por hierro Por odio, por hipocresía, por venganza, por ignorancia y por pobreza ¿A qué santo debemos invocar por esta gente desesperanzada Por nuestros hermanos y hermanas sin futuro que mueren de desesperación? ¿A qué Dios sordo y ebrio debemos rezar para salvar a los seguidores de Cristo Que se lamentan, lloran, gritan y ladran como perros? ¿Qué palabra deberíamos usar para fortalecer y revitalizar a estas personas debilitadas? ¿Y al Estado que, lamentablemente, existe para castigar a las víctimas empobrecidas? Pobres aquí donde estamos Pobres de nuestros países Pobres de todas partes Pobres de Haití Pobres de estos Estados Unidos. P. D.: Traducción de «Pauvre Peuple De Chez Nous, De Nos Pays». Copyright © Abril de 2025, Hébert Logerie. Todos los derechos reservados. Hébert Logerie es autor de varios poemarios.
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Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti People who are poor, disoriented, and crazy I will no longer say ‘poor Haiti’ Haiti is a country full of wealth Haiti, a country full of resources For others Haiti is a paradise and rich in resources For others Haiti is a country full of hypocrisy Of destitute, miserable and suffering peoples Haiti is a place full of hatred and backstabbers Haiti, Haiti! What a disgrace! Where its leaders are dumb, evil, and crazy Haitian youth and young people are very unlucky Because the false and fake leaders are greedy, ugly and senseless What a shame for a people who have often suffered so much The Cemeteries are everywhere, so are the Churches and the Calvaries There is so much misery there because the thieves, the crooks Hypocrites, henchmen, bandits, madmen, and scoundrels are everywhere This is the country where too many innocent people die by bullets, by iron By hatred, by hypocrisy, by revenge, by ignorance and by poverty Which saint should we invoke for these hopeless people For our brothers and sisters without a future who are dying of despair? What deaf and drunken God should we pray to save the followers of Christ Who lament, who weep, who scream, and who bark like dogs? What word should we use to strengthen and energize these weakened people And the state which unfortunately exists to punish the impoverished victims? Poor people here where we are Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti Poor people of these United States. P.S. Translation of ‘ Pauvre Peuple De Chez Nous, De Nos Pays’. Copyright © April 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
60Etncelles60
Poor People Of Our Countries
Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti People who are poor, disoriented, and crazy I will no longer say ‘poor Haiti’ Haiti is a country full of wealth Haiti, a country full of resources For others Haiti is a paradise and rich in resources For others Haiti is a country full of hypocrisy Of destitute, miserable and suffering peoples Haiti is a place full of hatred and backstabbers Haiti, Haiti! What a disgrace! Where its leaders are dumb, evil, and crazy Haitian youth and young people are very unlucky Because the false and fake leaders are greedy, ugly and senseless What a shame for a people who have often suffered so much The Cemeteries are everywhere, so are the Churches and the Calvaries There is so much misery there because the thieves, the crooks Hypocrites, henchmen, bandits, madmen, and scoundrels are everywhere This is the country where too many innocent people die by bullets, by iron By hatred, by hypocrisy, by revenge, by ignorance and by poverty Which saint should we invoke for these hopeless people For our brothers and sisters without a future who are dying of despair? What deaf and drunken God should we pray to save the followers of Christ Who lament, who weep, who scream, and who bark like dogs? What word should we use to strengthen and energize these weakened people And the state which unfortunately exists to punish the impoverished victims? Poor people here where we are Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti Poor people of these United States. P.S. Translation of ‘ Pauvre Peuple De Chez Nous, De Nos Pays’. Copyright © April 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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There's something bout this place, America, rolling plains and jagged peaks, Skies of stars drifting in my gaze. Europe has history, But we have soul, No where's better for me, Than America's portion of the seas. Whether or not we're falling apart, This landscape is beyond mere art, After all, we all came here to make dreams, Not for the perfect life, But one we'll remember when it ends.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC
AbbottJHardison
I Present, America.
There's something bout this place, America, rolling plains and jagged peaks, Skies of stars drifting in my gaze. Europe has history, But we have soul, No where's better for me, Than America's portion of the seas. Whether or not we're falling apart, This landscape is beyond mere art, After all, we all came here to make dreams, Not for the perfect life, But one we'll remember when it ends.
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There was an Old Person of Crete, Who walked on his hands, not his feet; When they asked why it was, he responded, "Because," That taciturn Person of Crete. There was an Old Person of Finland, Whose cabin was upland and inland; He lived in a region where the fish spoke Norwegian, That flapperous Person of Finland. There was an Old Man of Geneva, Who had an encounter with Shiva; They patty-cake played in a hornet-loud glade, Shiva and the Man of Geneva. There was a Young Lady of Paris, Whom ****** couldn't embarrass; She wandered the city with ***** and ***** Exposed to the city of Paris. There was an Old Husband of Arles, Whose wife had a passion for quarrels; All day and all night she'd invite him to fight, That exhausted Old Husband of Arles. There was an Old Man of Kyoto, Who mastered supremely the koto; His tea was the greenest, his dragon the meanest, His playing the best in Kyoto. There was an Old Man of Algiers, Who listened with elephant ears To streams and to trees and to birds and to bees That delighted the Man of Algiers. There was a Young Lady of Arles, Who married a ****** named Charles; When they asked, "Does it fit?" she replied, "Not a bit!" That unsatisfied Lady of Arles. There was an Old Man with a beard, Whose ****** expressions were weird; He'd grimace when glad and he'd twinkle when sad, That curious Old Man with a beard. There was an Old Man Of Japan, Whose limericks would never Ever Scan, that instupendious Old Man of Japan.
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Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
MetaVerse
Learian Limericks
There was an Old Person of Crete, Who walked on his hands, not his feet; When they asked why it was, he responded, "Because," That taciturn Person of Crete. There was an Old Person of Finland, Whose cabin was upland and inland; He lived in a region where the fish spoke Norwegian, That flapperous Person of Finland. There was an Old Man of Geneva, Who had an encounter with Shiva; They patty-cake played in a hornet-loud glade, Shiva and the Man of Geneva. There was a Young Lady of Paris, Whom ****** couldn't embarrass; She wandered the city with ***** and ***** Exposed to the city of Paris. There was an Old Husband of Arles, Whose wife had a passion for quarrels; All day and all night she'd invite him to fight, That exhausted Old Husband of Arles. There was an Old Man of Kyoto, Who mastered supremely the koto; His tea was the greenest, his dragon the meanest, His playing the best in Kyoto. There was an Old Man of Algiers, Who listened with elephant ears To streams and to trees and to birds and to bees That delighted the Man of Algiers. There was a Young Lady of Arles, Who married a ****** named Charles; When they asked, "Does it fit?" she replied, "Not a bit!" That unsatisfied Lady of Arles. There was an Old Man with a beard, Whose ****** expressions were weird; He'd grimace when glad and he'd twinkle when sad, That curious Old Man with a beard. There was an Old Man Of Japan, Whose limericks would never Ever Scan, that instupendious Old Man of Japan.
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I signed up for Duolingo again, So when I grow old, And I am weary of this mortal country, I may take my aching bones, To old Italy. Where I will have coffee, And read paper news, That way the old game can't bother me.
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
AbbottJHardison
Ciao!
I signed up for Duolingo again, So when I grow old, And I am weary of this mortal country, I may take my aching bones, To old Italy. Where I will have coffee, And read paper news, That way the old game can't bother me.
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If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 10:07 PM UTC
aidar-omar
Song of Asia
If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!
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Dear diary; I have thought a lot about leaving this all behind and buying a one-way ticket to anywhere where no one knows my name. I want to forget who I am and lose myself in another's culture. I want to stay until I tire and do it all again somewhere else.
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
mitch-prax
Diary Exerpts #28
Dear diary; I have thought a lot about leaving this all behind and buying a one-way ticket to anywhere where no one knows my name. I want to forget who I am and lose myself in another's culture. I want to stay until I tire and do it all again somewhere else.
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My soul felt you immediately and my heart quickly responded All I want is to open my eyes and see you next to me To feel your warm embrace I realize now no distance is too far and closeness is not about proximity Our connection knows no boundaries I will wait for you through seasons and love you across countries Even if you were planets away You are still my sun
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
JanJac003
Distant lover
My soul felt you immediately and my heart quickly responded All I want is to open my eyes and see you next to me To feel your warm embrace I realize now no distance is too far and closeness is not about proximity Our connection knows no boundaries I will wait for you through seasons and love you across countries Even if you were planets away You are still my sun
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What happened to the rainbow people. Corruption planted itself in government and grew higher than the Real yellowwood Striking and burning necessities is our new flag Strangers with the right to be here are Ashes Strangers with plans are supported for their abundance of drugs Hospitals are important; said the tavern Burn it down; said the proud people The elders should be respected; said our parents **** and record; said the killers Let's go viral. Police will always help you is taught by schools Only help after 3 hours replied Police academies School is an endangered topic Youth falling victims at the hands of the very people who are supposed to care for them Children hurting teachers Teachers hurting kids Welcome to a journey of wonderful education that is years behind on information You learn to **** or cheer the killers Depending on moods We show our competitors that we weak We can’t stand together when we need We frown at fleeing springboks We smile as we step on our Protea So much has changed The rap game is to shame others The new songs can't be related songs Only hyped up words of courage in *** an *** is an *** Country getting touched by a man spinning in front of cops as kids get beaten and murdered right under their nose Criminals are charged after a year Murders have learned about bail Justice is an old topic Fathers being cheered for young girls Mothers hunting for fresh boys Cheer on, cheer on. Who you are is not accepted unless you funny Your gender is a disgrace unless is trending You have no voice unless America says it first Geniuses lie amongst us Bullied to not think Every day someone is shot. Gun and Camera A country filled with videographers and darkness. Eskom How to record in darkness is what we do best. Our Motto Everything is funny until it happens to us. Our reality
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
MerciaJorge
Dear South Africa
What happened to the rainbow people. Corruption planted itself in government and grew higher than the Real yellowwood Striking and burning necessities is our new flag Strangers with the right to be here are Ashes Strangers with plans are supported for their abundance of drugs Hospitals are important; said the tavern Burn it down; said the proud people The elders should be respected; said our parents **** and record; said the killers Let's go viral. Police will always help you is taught by schools Only help after 3 hours replied Police academies School is an endangered topic Youth falling victims at the hands of the very people who are supposed to care for them Children hurting teachers Teachers hurting kids Welcome to a journey of wonderful education that is years behind on information You learn to **** or cheer the killers Depending on moods We show our competitors that we weak We can’t stand together when we need We frown at fleeing springboks We smile as we step on our Protea So much has changed The rap game is to shame others The new songs can't be related songs Only hyped up words of courage in *** an *** is an *** Country getting touched by a man spinning in front of cops as kids get beaten and murdered right under their nose Criminals are charged after a year Murders have learned about bail Justice is an old topic Fathers being cheered for young girls Mothers hunting for fresh boys Cheer on, cheer on. Who you are is not accepted unless you funny Your gender is a disgrace unless is trending You have no voice unless America says it first Geniuses lie amongst us Bullied to not think Every day someone is shot. Gun and Camera A country filled with videographers and darkness. Eskom How to record in darkness is what we do best. Our Motto Everything is funny until it happens to us. Our reality
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I am British, But I don’t feel English. I’ve lived in France for manny years, But I don’t feel French. I have traveled to different places, I can’t seem to find my home. The truth is, I do know where it is. It’s all around me, Everywhere I go. The world is my house. We are all from the same place, We are all worth the same. Why does my nationality confines me? Why does it define me? To explore the rooms in my house, I have to ask for permission to enter. I can’t stay in my kitchen, As I have be cooking for to long. I can’t return to my garden, As I have already been there twice. I am waiting to see my living room, But I am still being refused. I am stuck in my bedroom, But I want to change rooms. Stop telling me to go back home. This is my country, This is your country, This is our country. We should all have the right, Equally to explore our house, Without being refused. By Coco 07
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
Coco07
My house
I am British, But I don’t feel English. I’ve lived in France for manny years, But I don’t feel French. I have traveled to different places, I can’t seem to find my home. The truth is, I do know where it is. It’s all around me, Everywhere I go. The world is my house. We are all from the same place, We are all worth the same. Why does my nationality confines me? Why does it define me? To explore the rooms in my house, I have to ask for permission to enter. I can’t stay in my kitchen, As I have be cooking for to long. I can’t return to my garden, As I have already been there twice. I am waiting to see my living room, But I am still being refused. I am stuck in my bedroom, But I want to change rooms. Stop telling me to go back home. This is my country, This is your country, This is our country. We should all have the right, Equally to explore our house, Without being refused. By Coco 07
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There are worlds Within you. Uncharted continents To explore. What An untamed adventure It is To be yours.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
haileyrmc
Continental
There are worlds Within you. Uncharted continents To explore. What An untamed adventure It is To be yours.
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Enthusiast is a bit of an understatement, My friend Claire could tell you that; As we hiked from the West coast to the East coast of Scotland At night she read "normal things" - while I read maps. Of course I needed to be sure of the route, But after 25 miles of walking that wasnt all- I'd spend at least 3 hours staring and staring The roads, the woods, the rivers, hostels, churches, pubs and schools.... In fact night after night I spent, So long engrossed, That after five nights, I had one of the strangest dreams ever experienced. I was "in" an OS map - Walking a yellow road, past big red triangles, Counting contours, And heading straight for the strangest of all - Just across the red road, the enormous half filled pint glass - the public house of course! Surreal dream that was, But also great fun, I was in an OS map... One without people - I was the only one I did ease up on the map reading after, Thought I might start hallucinating otherwise, Claire already thought I was slightly mad, If I told her we needed to shelter from the rain in the giant pint glass - well, as I said, she already knew I was mad! But my obsession is not limited to OS maps, Oh no, its the entire World Atlas; Continents, Countries, Oceans and territories, Nothing escapes my attention in the World Atlas. I have so so many maps, Because people keep changing things, From the names of Countries and places To minor details...bridges...silly little things. I have a map that says USSR, The Soviet Union so large, Now I have another with Russia, Belarus, Estonia, Ukraine, and others that re-emerged. Even isolated places like Greenland People cant make up their mind, Is it Nuuk or Godthaab? They are both still there to confuse the mind. I had a map with Zaire, Once the biggest country in Africa, Its now the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Needed to amend my map of Africa. Ok, all maps up to date; Just when I can rest my map brain... Sudan is then split in two!! Get out the map Emma - quick - draw a line!! I dont know what I think would happen If my maps were not up to date; But I just cant take the risk,. I have to change them before its too late. Most recent of course was Swaziland, How? Why? When?! Its ok, i've read about it now, And I understand...let me get my pen. But Swaziland is so tiny Now I need to write eSwatini (!) My map is now such a mess Time for a new one? No not yet - Swaziland has not yet changed like the rest! I have to wait for cartographers To catch up and make all the changes, Or otherwise i'll only trust my own map The one with scribbles all over the pages. Its not just on a Country scale Such changes do confuse us, For even in South Africa alone - New names replaces the oldies. Port Elizabeth, Now Nelson Mandela Bay; I think its wonderful, But its not what my map says! Umtata became Mthata; Another very welcome change, But that one letter is on my mind... Quick - cross out the "u"...in case we go insane! Nothing is more messed up in my guide books, Which consist almost exclusively of maps Than the city of Durban.... Street names have changed...but "not quite yet" I picked up a local map, And not shown in the one I carried - Its still in process of "changing", So two names there are for almost every road! Pretoria became Tshwane, Again I agree with the name change, But by now the maps in my book Make so little sense - it could be mistaken for Adelaide! I wont go into Rhodesia, There have been so many changes across Africa, But if they were before I was born, It somehow doesnt seem so much to matter... I only get frustrated with Things that I know, Before 1980 - I had no maps to know. I'd be talking about the Transkei, the Ciskei, The Orange Free State and all, More recent but left in the past - I have none of those on my walls. I focus more on Africa, as most will know i'm a bit obsessed, Being from a British Island on the African Plate, ...with Ascension drifting away with America...albeit very slow. The Mid Atlantic Ridge runs between them, From Iceland to the South Pole, Dividing the Continental plates, St Helena and Ascension came out of a hole... My mind drifts a little to Asia, Although I dont know it as well, But...is it Burma or Myanmar now? And is Palestine shrinking still? Islands cause much fascination, Being an Islander myself, But mine is just the tip of a volcano, The map doesnt show anything else. As far as Islands go - the Atlantic is easy, Try staring at the Pacific, Such a vast and empty ocean, Hides many secrets...more than the Atlantic. You may think St Helena isolated, But only till your eyes enter the Pacific, It might be a huge mostly empty ocean, But the vast Island chains are prolific. There are fracture zone after fracture zone, Creating Island chains and coral atolls; From the Coral sea of Australia, To the Galapagos of South America. There's Polynesia, there's Melanesia, Micronesia too; And within these - hundreds of Islands... And yes - I've tried to count them too.. We look for other British Islands, Pitcairn - the most isolated of all; And what a sorry story to tell.. About 60 people and half of them in jail... Sometimes im desperately trying to find an Island To replace my British non-British Island; Those who think im mad loving South Africa- Wont even begin to understand. But this poem is not about emotion, So i'll mention that no more, Its more about Geography - too many Islands to explore. Staring at the Pacific Can occupy at least three sleepless nights, Remembering the names of the islands - Is a much more difficult plight. Most heart breaking about this Ocean, Is the Islands being lost; Populations having to leave, As sea levels rise and coral islands are lost... I think I have found my location, or a few i'd give a try, On a large map they simply appear as "bumps" Surrounded by bigger Islands, and the ocean wide Sleepless nights have drawn me to Tokelau; A tiny territory of New Zealand; Three beautiful coral atolls... But oh so far from New Zealand. Less than one thousand people, Yet with their own language, The closest Island is Samoa, That boat journey for me would be a privilege... The Island has 100% clean energy, With so few people to sustain, It's setting an example for the World, Tokelau looks like "paradise" on my map....if I had to give it a new name... Indigenous people full of colour, Flowers round their necks and some clothes a recent thing, They even have their own musical culture, Its only mass worry is rising tides - and the flat atolls eventually submerging.... There is another island I look at, With its tribal peoples far more "untouched", It really is like a land time forgot, Although it does have an airport.. It is the Island of "Mog-Mog"... Yes...I didnt make that up.. It really does exist, Although I admit it took me years to discover on my map... I wont mention where it is, I dont want to give it away; My maps are full of secrets, And that is how some should stay. You can visit from Tahiti, Which is more like France than its surrounds; But Mog-Mog is a totally different world, Dont be fooled by Tahiti - Mog-Mog is part of the "untouched surrounds" I could talk about these Islands forever, As even I have not discovered them all, But I have to finish with the Indian Ocean, The Chagos Islands are British afterall... What happened to the Chagossians was a cruel sin of humankind, Not just ST Helena suffers at the hands of the British - Chagossians were forced to leave their Isle behind... To make way for an American Air base, Ascension - how familiar does that sound?! The story of the Chagossian tragedy Must touch every Islander to be found... The Chagossians also inspire us however, For fifty years on they are still fighting, Fighting to return to their homeland, Now a heavily guarded secret is their homeland... My people however dont seem to care, And that does make me sad; This is another British Island Not in the Atlantic, or Caribbean - but that does not make it bad... The powers at be are so evil That even after the fifty year lease was up.. The British just signed yet another... As for the Islanders - they just want forgot... I support the Chagossian people, In their desperate fight to go home, Even after deportation- Their British Citizenship rights are next to none... I am not proud of my motherland either, And im not the only one; I dont consider myself even British, I dont "worship" my motherland like some... I see what is really happening, In St Helena and other "Crown Territories", Just take a moment to look at them all.... and let me know if you find any that are totally "free"... ....oppression comes in many forms.... ........................Nomkhumbulwa...
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC
nomkhumbulwa
The Mind of a Sleep Deprived Map Enthusiast
Enthusiast is a bit of an understatement, My friend Claire could tell you that; As we hiked from the West coast to the East coast of Scotland At night she read "normal things" - while I read maps. Of course I needed to be sure of the route, But after 25 miles of walking that wasnt all- I'd spend at least 3 hours staring and staring The roads, the woods, the rivers, hostels, churches, pubs and schools.... In fact night after night I spent, So long engrossed, That after five nights, I had one of the strangest dreams ever experienced. I was "in" an OS map - Walking a yellow road, past big red triangles, Counting contours, And heading straight for the strangest of all - Just across the red road, the enormous half filled pint glass - the public house of course! Surreal dream that was, But also great fun, I was in an OS map... One without people - I was the only one I did ease up on the map reading after, Thought I might start hallucinating otherwise, Claire already thought I was slightly mad, If I told her we needed to shelter from the rain in the giant pint glass - well, as I said, she already knew I was mad! But my obsession is not limited to OS maps, Oh no, its the entire World Atlas; Continents, Countries, Oceans and territories, Nothing escapes my attention in the World Atlas. I have so so many maps, Because people keep changing things, From the names of Countries and places To minor details...bridges...silly little things. I have a map that says USSR, The Soviet Union so large, Now I have another with Russia, Belarus, Estonia, Ukraine, and others that re-emerged. Even isolated places like Greenland People cant make up their mind, Is it Nuuk or Godthaab? They are both still there to confuse the mind. I had a map with Zaire, Once the biggest country in Africa, Its now the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Needed to amend my map of Africa. Ok, all maps up to date; Just when I can rest my map brain... Sudan is then split in two!! Get out the map Emma - quick - draw a line!! I dont know what I think would happen If my maps were not up to date; But I just cant take the risk,. I have to change them before its too late. Most recent of course was Swaziland, How? Why? When?! Its ok, i've read about it now, And I understand...let me get my pen. But Swaziland is so tiny Now I need to write eSwatini (!) My map is now such a mess Time for a new one? No not yet - Swaziland has not yet changed like the rest! I have to wait for cartographers To catch up and make all the changes, Or otherwise i'll only trust my own map The one with scribbles all over the pages. Its not just on a Country scale Such changes do confuse us, For even in South Africa alone - New names replaces the oldies. Port Elizabeth, Now Nelson Mandela Bay; I think its wonderful, But its not what my map says! Umtata became Mthata; Another very welcome change, But that one letter is on my mind... Quick - cross out the "u"...in case we go insane! Nothing is more messed up in my guide books, Which consist almost exclusively of maps Than the city of Durban.... Street names have changed...but "not quite yet" I picked up a local map, And not shown in the one I carried - Its still in process of "changing", So two names there are for almost every road! Pretoria became Tshwane, Again I agree with the name change, But by now the maps in my book Make so little sense - it could be mistaken for Adelaide! I wont go into Rhodesia, There have been so many changes across Africa, But if they were before I was born, It somehow doesnt seem so much to matter... I only get frustrated with Things that I know, Before 1980 - I had no maps to know. I'd be talking about the Transkei, the Ciskei, The Orange Free State and all, More recent but left in the past - I have none of those on my walls. I focus more on Africa, as most will know i'm a bit obsessed, Being from a British Island on the African Plate, ...with Ascension drifting away with America...albeit very slow. The Mid Atlantic Ridge runs between them, From Iceland to the South Pole, Dividing the Continental plates, St Helena and Ascension came out of a hole... My mind drifts a little to Asia, Although I dont know it as well, But...is it Burma or Myanmar now? And is Palestine shrinking still? Islands cause much fascination, Being an Islander myself, But mine is just the tip of a volcano, The map doesnt show anything else. As far as Islands go - the Atlantic is easy, Try staring at the Pacific, Such a vast and empty ocean, Hides many secrets...more than the Atlantic. You may think St Helena isolated, But only till your eyes enter the Pacific, It might be a huge mostly empty ocean, But the vast Island chains are prolific. There are fracture zone after fracture zone, Creating Island chains and coral atolls; From the Coral sea of Australia, To the Galapagos of South America. There's Polynesia, there's Melanesia, Micronesia too; And within these - hundreds of Islands... And yes - I've tried to count them too.. We look for other British Islands, Pitcairn - the most isolated of all; And what a sorry story to tell.. About 60 people and half of them in jail... Sometimes im desperately trying to find an Island To replace my British non-British Island; Those who think im mad loving South Africa- Wont even begin to understand. But this poem is not about emotion, So i'll mention that no more, Its more about Geography - too many Islands to explore. Staring at the Pacific Can occupy at least three sleepless nights, Remembering the names of the islands - Is a much more difficult plight. Most heart breaking about this Ocean, Is the Islands being lost; Populations having to leave, As sea levels rise and coral islands are lost... I think I have found my location, or a few i'd give a try, On a large map they simply appear as "bumps" Surrounded by bigger Islands, and the ocean wide Sleepless nights have drawn me to Tokelau; A tiny territory of New Zealand; Three beautiful coral atolls... But oh so far from New Zealand. Less than one thousand people, Yet with their own language, The closest Island is Samoa, That boat journey for me would be a privilege... The Island has 100% clean energy, With so few people to sustain, It's setting an example for the World, Tokelau looks like "paradise" on my map....if I had to give it a new name... Indigenous people full of colour, Flowers round their necks and some clothes a recent thing, They even have their own musical culture, Its only mass worry is rising tides - and the flat atolls eventually submerging.... There is another island I look at, With its tribal peoples far more "untouched", It really is like a land time forgot, Although it does have an airport.. It is the Island of "Mog-Mog"... Yes...I didnt make that up.. It really does exist, Although I admit it took me years to discover on my map... I wont mention where it is, I dont want to give it away; My maps are full of secrets, And that is how some should stay. You can visit from Tahiti, Which is more like France than its surrounds; But Mog-Mog is a totally different world, Dont be fooled by Tahiti - Mog-Mog is part of the "untouched surrounds" I could talk about these Islands forever, As even I have not discovered them all, But I have to finish with the Indian Ocean, The Chagos Islands are British afterall... What happened to the Chagossians was a cruel sin of humankind, Not just ST Helena suffers at the hands of the British - Chagossians were forced to leave their Isle behind... To make way for an American Air base, Ascension - how familiar does that sound?! The story of the Chagossian tragedy Must touch every Islander to be found... The Chagossians also inspire us however, For fifty years on they are still fighting, Fighting to return to their homeland, Now a heavily guarded secret is their homeland... My people however dont seem to care, And that does make me sad; This is another British Island Not in the Atlantic, or Caribbean - but that does not make it bad... The powers at be are so evil That even after the fifty year lease was up.. The British just signed yet another... As for the Islanders - they just want forgot... I support the Chagossian people, In their desperate fight to go home, Even after deportation- Their British Citizenship rights are next to none... I am not proud of my motherland either, And im not the only one; I dont consider myself even British, I dont "worship" my motherland like some... I see what is really happening, In St Helena and other "Crown Territories", Just take a moment to look at them all.... and let me know if you find any that are totally "free"... ....oppression comes in many forms.... ........................Nomkhumbulwa...
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Black Death, loss, mourning in many Western countries White purity, rebirth in many parts of Eastern Asia Red honor, patriotism certain places Purple spirituality Other places Rainbow bright colors At the, wish of the diseased And yet, I'm sure there are more colors worn thought of representing these complex emotions impossible to capture No matter, how hard we try
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
CynicalStrawberry
The Color of Death
Black Death, loss, mourning in many Western countries White purity, rebirth in many parts of Eastern Asia Red honor, patriotism certain places Purple spirituality Other places Rainbow bright colors At the, wish of the diseased And yet, I'm sure there are more colors worn thought of representing these complex emotions impossible to capture No matter, how hard we try
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My parents... are immigrants Yet, why is it I, so strongly reject their once, homeland? ... Perhaps, the cause it rooted at my dad's cynical comments and critics ... Perhaps, it's my own visits stifling relatives horrible traffic definitely less, comfortable ... Maybe, it's the rejection of such a gripping religion when I myself, am an atheist ... Maybe it's the stereotypes Chaining me enclosing me irritating me ... ... ... Whatever the case, it's there I can be whoever I want to be what-blood-crap? Go far back enough, and we're all related The only links I have, are my visits and influence of my parents who once lived there ... It's not a bad place... at all... ... That's not the problem ... Is there one even? ... ... ... I, can be who I want to be
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
CynicalStrawberry
Identity (A questioning rant)
My parents... are immigrants Yet, why is it I, so strongly reject their once, homeland? ... Perhaps, the cause it rooted at my dad's cynical comments and critics ... Perhaps, it's my own visits stifling relatives horrible traffic definitely less, comfortable ... Maybe, it's the rejection of such a gripping religion when I myself, am an atheist ... Maybe it's the stereotypes Chaining me enclosing me irritating me ... ... ... Whatever the case, it's there I can be whoever I want to be what-blood-crap? Go far back enough, and we're all related The only links I have, are my visits and influence of my parents who once lived there ... It's not a bad place... at all... ... That's not the problem ... Is there one even? ... ... ... I, can be who I want to be
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Hey! Can you hear me from the hell my love, I and God want your shiny soul as breakfast, Needing it when the countries start to settle, To create a paradise that contains humans.
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
kivancselvi
Hint (Acrostics)
Hey! Can you hear me from the hell my love, I and God want your shiny soul as breakfast, Needing it when the countries start to settle, To create a paradise that contains humans.
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you... your scent, your smile the way you look dressed up. I miss parts of you............. that were never mine to begin with.
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
brendamukisa
Maybe selfish.
you... your scent, your smile the way you look dressed up. I miss parts of you............. that were never mine to begin with.
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He was late to the war- the canons and guns have already started and the dust is settling in nice and cozy in his lungs. He was falling apart- running across open fields with battle wounds surrounding every fallen solider he came across- there was so much blood. He was crying on the inside but god forbid he showed those emotions on the open fields he and his brothers ran through. He wasn't sure he would see his brothers and sisters all come out of this alive... he wasn't sure he would come out alive himself. She was late to the war she was covered in dirt and oil from the ***** planes she helped gear up every long twelve plus hour shift. She heard the engines start, she saw the wheels move and the ocean under the boat seemed more peaceful then the open space above. She saw her wounded brothers and sisters being dragged out of whats left of the planes landing feeling their pain as blood smeared across the top deck. She smelled the gas as the planes started moving towards the edge of the boat and she knew there wasn't time to think- only time to move. They fought and some survived and some didn't make it back home to their families. They fought tooth and nail, blood and skin- heart and soul. They were wives and husbands, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, lovers and fighters. They were more than a flag. They were more than a country with a big name.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
BriannaB4mf
Late to the War
He was late to the war- the canons and guns have already started and the dust is settling in nice and cozy in his lungs. He was falling apart- running across open fields with battle wounds surrounding every fallen solider he came across- there was so much blood. He was crying on the inside but god forbid he showed those emotions on the open fields he and his brothers ran through. He wasn't sure he would see his brothers and sisters all come out of this alive... he wasn't sure he would come out alive himself. She was late to the war she was covered in dirt and oil from the ***** planes she helped gear up every long twelve plus hour shift. She heard the engines start, she saw the wheels move and the ocean under the boat seemed more peaceful then the open space above. She saw her wounded brothers and sisters being dragged out of whats left of the planes landing feeling their pain as blood smeared across the top deck. She smelled the gas as the planes started moving towards the edge of the boat and she knew there wasn't time to think- only time to move. They fought and some survived and some didn't make it back home to their families. They fought tooth and nail, blood and skin- heart and soul. They were wives and husbands, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, lovers and fighters. They were more than a flag. They were more than a country with a big name.
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When my eyes are closed And my cheeks are wet. My lips will smile softly As I forfeit all my fears To the memories between my ears. The memories of which Are made from the trails I paved in foreign countries. Strong gales of sweet laughter Sewn into heart songs; my ever after. -ARI
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
ari-3
Bliss Inside My Mind
When my eyes are closed And my cheeks are wet. My lips will smile softly As I forfeit all my fears To the memories between my ears. The memories of which Are made from the trails I paved in foreign countries. Strong gales of sweet laughter Sewn into heart songs; my ever after. -ARI
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Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to  see age twenty four None of them even  know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war The world has always been this way With Emperors and Kings Fighting with toy soldiers And the glory that it brings Land, beliefs, religion The basis of the war fought by young toy soldiers Who all die by the score Time has taught us nothing But, it's changed the way we fight War is a full day job Now that it is fought at night The boards of little armies Are now shown up on the screen With all the little soldiers Lit in different shades of green They used to be all metal Painted up in nice bright shades With a General on horseback Leading all his smart brigades Then, the men were plastic glued to bits of wood Behaving as a unit Just like a soldier should Now, the war is different They're up there in different hues You can watch them fight in real time Just like on the nightly news The only thing remaining The thing that's stayed the same Is that nobody in power Know the Little Soldiers names Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to  see age twenty four None of them even  know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
roger-turner
Little Toy Soldiers
Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to  see age twenty four None of them even  know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war The world has always been this way With Emperors and Kings Fighting with toy soldiers And the glory that it brings Land, beliefs, religion The basis of the war fought by young toy soldiers Who all die by the score Time has taught us nothing But, it's changed the way we fight War is a full day job Now that it is fought at night The boards of little armies Are now shown up on the screen With all the little soldiers Lit in different shades of green They used to be all metal Painted up in nice bright shades With a General on horseback Leading all his smart brigades Then, the men were plastic glued to bits of wood Behaving as a unit Just like a soldier should Now, the war is different They're up there in different hues You can watch them fight in real time Just like on the nightly news The only thing remaining The thing that's stayed the same Is that nobody in power Know the Little Soldiers names Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to  see age twenty four None of them even  know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war
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I’ve moved countries. I’ve moved, and it’s the little differences that remind me of this. It’s not the massive skyscrapers and old town squares, the gray skies and cold weather (oh so different from the heat of skin on skin I’m used to) It’s not the fast paced life and sounds of a foreign tongue surrounding me It’s the little things, like the subtle quietness of my apartment, and the clack of heels on the floor above me, the waterfall of TV advertisments, It’s the sense of loneliness and the nostalgia of your touch It’s how I forgot the colour of your eyes, and the shape of your nose, your crooked smile and heartfelt laugh I don’t miss my country, I’m missing all the aspects of you that are still locked back there.
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
sophia-lerni
Poem #39
I’ve moved countries. I’ve moved, and it’s the little differences that remind me of this. It’s not the massive skyscrapers and old town squares, the gray skies and cold weather (oh so different from the heat of skin on skin I’m used to) It’s not the fast paced life and sounds of a foreign tongue surrounding me It’s the little things, like the subtle quietness of my apartment, and the clack of heels on the floor above me, the waterfall of TV advertisments, It’s the sense of loneliness and the nostalgia of your touch It’s how I forgot the colour of your eyes, and the shape of your nose, your crooked smile and heartfelt laugh I don’t miss my country, I’m missing all the aspects of you that are still locked back there.
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