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  Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
L B
Is it my priestly duty
to be denied?
love—time and all else, at all cost!
while he went home alone to watch a movie?

Another victim  
sacrificed
having squandered all my pieces in his game?
Trudging home
along the river
slow, in snow
I parse my losses

At the outskirts of a homeless camp
I pause below a viaduct
hauling passion by a leash
warming hands
avoiding hovel-eyes
Flames flicker on our faces
receiving absolution over embers
of a burning embrace

There trace
in glowing holocaust of skids
in human bleatings and crumblings
our smoke rises— pure   obscure
Appease with *****-blur
the icy, stinging God of winter stars...

G’nights inaudible as blessing

Am I derelict enough to be worthy?
Fallen far enough?
from the porches of prosperity?
to escape it all?
That wedding white
the newborn’s head
that numbing denial of decay?

Am I depraved enough to make it?
to the pages of your tragedy— minus poetry?

But the angel said
“The poetry’s more!”

Than leaving me—beyond you

...in the shambles of my words
Blessed are hopes keepers , the diligent and the seekers  
The light in the child's eye , the everyday miracles , the mothers intuition
A ray of sunlight aspiring for a patch of earth , inspiring
fractured hearts with the glow of the hearth , sadness replaced with abundant
mirth , a firm abutment at the bridge of despair and concern
Blessed be the touched , the tearful , the inspired and the cheerful
The declarations of Kings reborn , the gifts of charity awarded the suffering and the unsung
Copyright December 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
  Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
Vanessa Gatley
Since you've
Degraded me
I now know better
How to do with out
Be good for Santa
I want presents
Which is your love
for some have known where the man resides
it isn't in northern hemisphere's tides
yet he insists on telling a falsehood
to the gullible that he's so convinced
could be said his conning is well minced
a southland record does factually show
his address is in sub-urban street's row
definite the look of Oz neighbourhood
mister Kneale's abode revealed to all
we've the oil on his hideout's bricked wall
he did flee from the wife and kids back then
thereby not wishing to be located
all fatherly duties abrogated
so he could have the life of a single Ken
  Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
SabreLi
One more day
I'd give a life, an age, I'd pay
To see you again
In your prime, so much potential,
Such a shame you ran out of time
Without a real goodbye
Without the answers
I can't move on…
It's too hard
Why?

There's a heart within the stone,
Beneath the layers of rock, a soul
What people saw wasn't you
You just found it hard to break through
I understand
But now I'm left with empty hands
I thought you'd be here to guide me
Now I'm left without you beside me

The only one
Who understood me, stood by me
Through the thick and thin
When patience wore thin, you were there,
You cared, without you I'm scared
I hate to admit it
I feel so human
So vulnerable
Susceptible
Why?

Those tears were bound to erode
That face, that beautiful mask of gold
What people saw wasn't you
You found it so hard to break through
Your mask made good your escape
One of many in the masquerade
You thought she'd be there to hide you
But didn't you know she was behind you
The whole time

There's a heart within the stone,
Beneath the layers of rock, a soul
What people saw wasn't you
You just found it hard to break through
I understand
But now I'm left with empty hands
I thought you'd be here to guide me
Now I'm left without you beside me

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written about loss.
  Dec 2016 uzzi obinna
SabreLi
I thought you’d always be by my side
Never thought I’d see the day
I’d see my life was built on lies,
See the foundations fall away

And though you’ve left me so distraught
In pieces on the floor
I hope you’ve found what you had sought
And you won’t run no more

It’s so much easier to deal with all the anger I feel
I’m fine being callous and cold
But when you’re hurt & upset you can’t forgive or forget
Stuck in an emotional black hole

There roses are red, and violets blue,
Yellow buttercups and daffodils too
But how long will it take you to realise,
That the grass ain’t greener on the other side

I thought you’d always be by my side
Will justice never prevail?
Will I be forced to live out my life
Forever with this betrayal?

And though you’ve not exactly caught
The best hand of the game
I hope the joy it may have brought
Is worth the price you’ve paid

It’s so much easier to deal with all the anger I feel
I’m fine being callous and cold
But when you’re hurt & upset you can’t forgive or forget
Stuck in an emotional black hole

There roses are red, and violets blue,
Yellow buttercups and daffodils too
But how long will it take you to realise,
That the grass ain’t greener on the other side

Copyright © 2012-2017 KF
Written when a family member chosen something trivial over the family and about the way it made me feel.
spamming your email inbox
with messages that harass
none of them do you wish
to have on your receipt's pass

these sorts of communications
you haven't requested
though the pushy sender thinks
of them you'll be invested

do you ever recall asking
for bedeviling telegraph cables
to be jammed into your
receiving stables
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