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beyond the shadow of superficial words
lay the soul of a doubted hesitation
a great barrier stands between skimmed thoughts
and the core of the mind
the world is a falsehood of plastic glances
and mirrored sentences

through dismal days and longer nights
and the shielded minds that come and go
i've come to accept with lonely pain
only mine i know
In 1974 I started sending poetry to a weekend section of the 'Washington Star-News' in Wash. D.C. called 'Write-On'...an outlet for teen-aged poets at the time. Over the course of several months, I had 14 poems published. I was able to find this one with some help online...hope I can manage to find the rest as I don't think I have copies. They always spelled my last name Ownes instead of Owens...I was writing some dark sh-t in my High School years! Lucky to come out unscathed I guess!
The tiniest it is the more
views globally it begets.
The longest, the less views
and fewer comments
Thank goodness
this is about tini poems
delight
not lovers inch plight.
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By; Karijinbba
08-2020
if less is more I get views.
When the joy and happiness
of others is above and beyond
our own;
when loving a beloved soul
more than we love ourselves
enough to set a loved one free;

it's not lack of self love,
being generous to a fault,
I doubt many have
the courage, heart, brains
to surrender treasures found,

just to benefit another.
  while feeling small
or stumped still yield.

It isn't foolishness
it's self sacrifice.
No rivals can fill that void
of not grabbing what fell on
and off a broken lap.
-~~
Defeat is born first in the
eyes passing judgement
not the one surrendering
all treasures found.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
08-25-2020
To love others
more than we love ourselves
we need a heart a brain
and courage.

not just self love.
poems
like a cloud
are seen
make a brief impression
then drift away to disappear
dreams
like a smile
can, for a moment
touch the heart
then leave in silence
to return one day
memories
like a silent film
await your view
where clouds and dreams
and poetry
dance upon your final breath
a gift given to me by a kind lady who left us today
Pictures in the memory chip
woke me up from a long sleep
as amnesia's burried pain
unresolved takes flight

I woke up to see my beast
and did weep for way too long
I saw my beauty within silenced
my inner cores sacred seed
stumped.
my tree of life chopped
I weeped harder then ever then
I loved myself dearly so
and lived
waiting for another chance
to bloom again
blessed with marriage's vows
and many precious kids
I sided with beauty to comfort my beast within to give it the love attentive it needed emergently so.

I survived a loving Mother
badly trashed
envied discriminated birthing
was torturous in the hands of evil jealous sadistic Medeas.

they were the snakes
in everyones paradise
angry I had succeeded
in all they've failed
surviving their many attempts

I survived chasing few boys
chasing me only
with their lethal horn
they lacked courage
heart and brains
to chase me
with heart and soul
I sought for a best husband
that had long passed me by
leaving me behind
to brew longer into
my mangled core
into his aged best
wine reserve

He quickly Married brewing
another woman's wine tougher
oh the pain he caused me!
the daggars deeper dugged.

I roamed the internet
singles sites ever looking
to fill in the void in my kids
A father figure I only sought
for my cherished beloved
young kids
and for a lifetime I did look
asleep in my pain failing again,
in all the wrong places I did look.

Unaware that two bad as* boys
had came pre-paid by my ex or his
consort ** to trash me, to use me
to video tape me just enough and
to continue with a look alike
***** player on sale
ALL
just to trash me more in his eyes.
just to abandon and curse me.
May the internet singles web
of vipers the bad boys
the shadow people entities
no longer thrive.
To the bottom of the sea drown
take the hungry wolves down
an eye for an eye
justice I seek

Later on, the stranger
pre paid **** asked me
to not look back not to crash
Written in a photo post card
depicting two handsome
well dressed men flying
their private luxury airplane.

Same image my lover
rdd had sent in 75
two decades back!.

I found only heartache, misery
and pain by greedy wolves
posing as safe gentlemen
seeking a wife to be.

I took a lot more dangerous risks
many protective Moms would fret

my happier songs unplayed
remained in Hollywood
tower high subsidy abode.

Our dream and my legal identity
in his safety deposit box hid
a lifetime too long
for our harvest to yield it's fruit

My poet lover found me
available unmarried broke
on the singles adds web
again and again in secret
with hope I rejoiced.

he seemed *******
on our old script
he'd cursed me with
yielding no fruits

I lacked resource purse to run
to chase after him kids and all.

He must have given his gold seeds
allowing her generic matrix
edged in greed and jealousy
to grow'm to tie him down.

How's this story poem mine
similar to pictures on the web
photos on an ancient script?

My story poem pictures paint
"a thousand words.*
~~~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights
when a picture paints a thousand words
the story takes flight across the world it touches someone's heart.
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