"forgeting" poems
So many of us sit, think and still
wonder,
But have we ever gave ourselves the chance to ask?
Well no!
We just rejoice and find oursleves
floating on cloud nine because
"it is just another public holiday"
So many of us have cherished this day,
as a day of drinking, parting
and being in the family way.
Which "Us" am i refering to?
Well it is the youth of South Africa,
That can only sing "Freedom is coming tomorrow" very well
without knowing the significance
of that freedom
and what it took for this freedom
to come
well let me take you back to the
hands of time.
In June 16, 1976
the mongoloid youth of South Africa
marched down the streets of Soweto for this freedom we have today.
BLOOD SHADE,
SCREAMS,
EXPLOIDING SOUNDS
and the cries of faces without races
filled the streets of Soweto.
Parents feared for the lives of their children,
but who knew that adolescents
could be so brave?
They stood together in unity,
the same unity we lack today.
Fought for what was right and that came with their African roots,
which we nolonger honour today,
they fought against the usage af
Afrikaans as the main language of communication at schools.
And look where it left us today.
We have the Right to choice
and the Freedom of association.
And not forgeting that,
they left us with the courage to say "WE ARE PROUDLY SOUTH AFRICANS"
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
once there was some self respect,now, life is control by drug useing interlect.taking all selflove aspect.turning you into a reject, forgeting pain so quick is incorrect truly a drug user defect.
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC
*I am a hard
person to love but
when I love,
I love really hard.*
**When I love hard
Though its hard to confess
But I end up being close to where you are
Every night is so cold
Cause I want to be close to where you are**
*I smile,
I try,
but the truth is...I want to die*
**We play mind games
We play ping pong
Forgeting that we are one,
We love ourselves but still do the opposite**
*You don't want me,
you don't need me,
you don't remember me,
and that kills me....*
**Now that it seems that we are two edge lines.
The pain has only sharpen me
Of course no pain no gain!!!**
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
*Breath
Relax
Don't forget to breath
Hold on
Breath
Don't forget to relax
Going within
Don't forget to breath
Drowning in your own minds manifestations
STOP
Hold on
Relax
Breath
And recreate
Never forgeting to breath in life
And breath out your frustrations*
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
Dear Mona lisa,
So Comely Just like The Queen of Sheba
Standing Wonderously As if you are The leaning Tower of Pisa
Putting me under like anesthesia
Forgeting where I am As if I have amnesia
You are Everywhere I want to be like visa
Painted With glitter Shining bright Like Fame
Some may see you as a picture living in a frame
But I......I just Pondering at The thought of just knowing your name
As I Admire from afar
Praying to get to know how truely beautiful you are
It amazes me how thru you I can see him.
You remind me of an artistic painting in a museum,
Seen Marvelously but left untouched
Yet I yearn to have your heart to clutch
Desiring One day that you and I can love one another so much
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
He stares all day out into space,
looking for she whom does not show.
A frightened look adorns his face,
Is something missing, he should know?
He is not sure, why or who
these strangers are who do converse.
He doesn't know quite what to do,
why is he here? Why have a nurse?
They look at him with loving eyes.
Smiling glances flow across.
What do they seek and what's more, Why?
He does not know, he's at a loss.
These souls have so much love to share,
why are they pointing it his way?
He only wants his Mother around
and she should be here any day.
He feels sorry for such woes.
So lets them smile and talk away.
Secretly he does wish they would go,
he wants to go outside and play.
They say to him “Well bye then Dad.”
It sends such shudders down his spine.
He thinks that they must all be mad.
Call me Dad, I'm only nine.
They wave their hands as off they go
and he waves back, too be polite.
Though memories will never show
and he will not live through the night.
At his grave side his family mourn,
so sorry that he went this way.
It's hard forgeting children born,
and showing them no love display.
But as they pray they should look above
and as the sun lights, sullen day.
They might see looking down with love
the personage for whom they pray.
Disease all gone, with clear mind,
the one that earlier thought them mad.
With caring heart and thoughts so kind,
the spirit of there “Dear Old Dad”.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
*a poetic collaboration
with Elizabeth Squires,
(thank you for the privilege)*
high in the infinite skies,
above the clouds.
where no, naked eye can see
particles in the ozone layer,
bounce around.
in a manner, most carefree.
these minute, wee, little things,
e'er bobbing and moving,
so happily.
we on the ground,
would delight,
in their existence of joy.
but we're tied to the prosaic, daily grind working,
in our nine to five,
coalface coal mines.
with axe and pick,
we chip and hack away...
whilst our minds delight,
in front-lobal play.
of waxed wing-ed flight,
of acrobatic, aerobatic display.
whilst working,
in the cramped and dubious
spaces we inhabit....
we dream, of spaces, blue, boundless and arcing-wide, forgeting, forgoing, forgiving the mindless, daily grind...
we leap,
with fragile hope,
into fledgling flight....
up to the ozone,
up toward the light...
there, in the freedom,
of this spacious playground,
we're at no command,
of employer's tools,
of work.
on our faces, we'll wear
those effervescent, unfettered smirks
hopping in rambunctious
fun
in the ozone's air,
upon the weary brow of labor release, is found.
in it's mirthful atmosphere,
which eliminates, our obligations, to our bosses.
we then farewell,
with liberating tosses.
and so we soar
in insouciant grace, unfettered,reckless,feckless
freedom, sliced and pared, away across our wings
and faces,
joy ungaurded,
is this moment's prey
unbidden, unbound.
no longer hearing,
the sound of the grinding axe.... at play
we soar eagle high...
we soar to the sun's eye
but we are not made
for such undulterated bliss our wings of feather
and wax....
become, around us mist
and to the ground
we do spiral....
into our adult occupations,
where there is little time.
for us to be engrossed,
in exuberant glee.
we're shackled
and yoked to,
our heavy work day shrouds.
but our dreams of play,
with those ozone particles,
seem too impractical.
happy little vegemites
we'd be,
if our days were free.
take heart, our days off,
are nigh and on the lounge
we'll sigh,
a well earned sigh.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Bar dreams came dripping in
Beer bottles a headrest
Towers of bottles tops for weary eyes
Moonlight will capture my tries
Morning light will fill my demise
Wake me up when my mind stops raining
Flooding the gate of pain
Hurtful shadows taking my sane
Peaceful remedies go down the drain
Love always forgeting my name
Goodbye says the sun
The sky fell asleep all over agian
So did the smile from her eyes
All I see is frostbitten grass
Talk to the light while dusk tries to pass
Make your way to the end of all wars
Dont look down
Dont you fall to the floor
Someone has to remember my name
The stars remember nothing
When clouds drift ahead
While misty liqueur came making me drunk
I awake and I'm lost in my mind
I have taken the last of my time
I end up escaping the murderous fiends
I'm always hating these midnight bar dreams
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
I shoulda known going out of my league
I thought this would be nice, if only it's easy
but it sure aint' at all and I'm really in the fall
flat on the cement, body parts evident, splattered all over the place
even some in my own face, body meat spray, just like Israel on a day
of a suicide bomb
spent lunch time in a sob
why I am such a dumb one?
Why do I fall for such pond ****
ok, maybe he's a diamond
to someone I can't find um
but my darling he's out with someone else right now
and I'm on the shelf
four vodkas to my name
and it's such a shame
can't keep torturing myself.
should have not fallen at all
but I did, and it's true, this love
ain't gonna do, cuz as soon as I was out of sight
he ran with all his might
into another's arms
and that's really ok
because come what may
only I'm not ready for this
not playing this dating game,
not waiting for a kiss
and that's all there is
just me, vulnerable and amiss
and I thought, he's not like me
he's playing the field
and of course I was right
and now I'm out of my league
lonely
in the night
but that's gotta be the way it is.
cuz that's who I is
right now
just still a kind of pudding
of a loving human being
easily squashed and
the pain is too much
so that's how it goes
just me and the ***** and forgeting
everything that goes
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
The sweet sensation,
of another's touch,
so intense,
heart beats faster,
stumbling through words
The heat from the other's touch,
soft,
warm,
she's so calm,
so in control
She doesn't think anything of it,
just another hand,
rubbing against hers,
nothing new,
nothing special,
quickly forgeting it ever happened
On the other side,
time freezes with thought,
cannot believe this could happen,
happen to him,
thinking about that moment,
for days on end.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
Does your completed wurk look as if it were tiped while wearing a baceball gluv? That liddle red, squigley, line that often appeers
beneeth a wurd, shows up for a reeson. A signal that something "just ain't right." Weather a speling or punkshuashun issue,pay attenshun to it.
A mispeled wurd can distract the readers attenshun froom the subject of the peece, and creates a very uneezy reed.
Keep a dicshunery near you're desk.
Go bak and refresh when to us too 'C's, too M's", (dubble consanants)etc.
Know you're "valves" a-e-i-o-u.
Know where to place an apocolipse when writing a contractshun(can't, don't)..................
Use the correct wurdes!!
Know the diffrance between "Their", and "There."
A dicshunary can also prevent having to exit a wurk, and risk losing it by forgeting to save it.
Pay attentshun, PLEEZE!
copyright: richard riddle-10-07-15
Thanks,
richard riddle
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
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In the midst of a cosmic allure~ness and misty mountains
floating through vastness of space and time oceans waves were licking your fragrant feet tickling you in a charming mind-boggling sensation starting from your travelling lines across acupressure spots massaging your head and navel through meridians running up along your
tree veins not forgeting to **** too grounded wide cute toes
climbing vigorously up to knuckles
affirming your upper musculature as a living statue
of wit and limitlessness of a great spirit i love you!
We waver in wonder why there's such an exuberance:
There is pure oxygen! Let us inhale. Breeze deep. Emerald lake is a gem tear falling from my left eye and at the bottom of your right one I inquire with curiosity ~ oh, wow ~ deep blue aquamarines drowning in wisdom. . . writing
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
i see you,
and this is no
accident.
where are you going,
disappearing into those crayola-tinted skies,
but no,
i am at the edge of the horizon,
without you.
and that is how it should be,
or perhaps,
the only choice.
love was not our destiny,
forgeting how to exist,
with you,
was the most pain.
the only truth.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
You see the rain fall down,
On the dull window pane,
Forgeting all you know,
To see the music notes,
All alone,
In the darkness,
Not afraid of the dark,
But whats in it,
Leaving everyone,
And everything,
Hurting the ones you love,
Healing the ones you hate,
Not caring when your last breath will be
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 7:21 PM UTC
I keep waking up. In the middle of the night, with your name on my lips, the feeling of your lips on my skin. I keep dreaming of you just to wake up alone, longing for the night just as much as I longed for you. I keep thinking about how I'll tell you about my day when I finally see you, hoping to see how your eyes lighten up when you talk about your day, worshipping your smile and everything you do.
I keep thinking one day you'll finally come back.
I keep forgeting you left without saying goodbye.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
After a day of questioning what had went on that night,
Here I stand,
Looking down a long winding road,
The road known as denial,
Remembering the slurred words,
As I threw another shot back,
Remembering the pain as it went down my throat,
Cutting at reality like a dull blade,
Slicing its way into my mind,
Killing what was left of my control,
The night I'm glad I forgot,
But they'll make me remember,
When they know i'm fine with forgeting,
Because somethings, are better left forgotten,
Than to trudge around, in the murky water that was called past,
This is the present and I live for the future,
No looking back on the mistakes I've made,
They do not define me as a person,
So lets forget the night on the beach,
act as if it never happened
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
being alone is hard...
have no one to love
have no one to talk
living without you is like a shock
lonely on the road i walk
lonely cross the sea i sail
lonely in my life trail
no one to hear my tale
about us and what a perfect tale
was... :'(
lonely are the nights
lonely are the days
lonely i am, in so many ways
lonely are the years
so lonely i am, and it bring tears :'''(
but...
am sick and tired :@
of living with all my fears
of losing you after all these years
forgeting all sweetness of this life
living with a heart stabbed by a knife
you know what !
i will be lonely with my hate
and happy with my fate
and happy when you out of my sight
that way i will be elite
WITHOUT YOU!!!
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
Deep in the rain
each droplet traces the creases in your face,
melting the smile that held for a year.
never good enough.
your hands became faded,
frozen with difference.
gray shadowed pigments.
never good enough.
empty eyes of blank paper
underlined in tired sadness,
you stared at me.
never good enough.
those lips of red wine liquor
now pale roses of wilted colour,
foreign taste of discomfort.
never good enough.
you walked away, head turned
forgeting us, each step erasing memories
you left me in the rain.
why wasn't i good enough?
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
i come home
to
a mexican standdoff
of
sorts
on the inside
of
the window
the
little blucat
with
firebrush tail
and
arched back
facing off against
the big
busterfer jones
tom
from 3 doors
down
black
and white
persian
moggy
more than
twice
the size
of gus blucat
pressed
up
against
the outside
of the glass
normally
the
best of buds
but
there is
a
new girl
in town
and
she sings
a siren song
so it is
bared claw
at 3 paces
as i
put down
my keys
there is a
muted
thump,
thump.
they have
rushed
each other
forgeting
the magic
of glass
and now
as i
finish
r.o.l.f.ing
i see
they
have
retired
to their corners
with that
was'nt me
that did that
dumb thing
look
as they
wash their
paws
with backs
speaking volumes
and eyes still
crossed.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
The battalion that once crashed the pillar of servitum lies in deep sea, sinking low. The generals have abandoned their call casting their nets to fish out a chain to history.
The binoculars has lost focus and so have the guns, they lay pointed at the commander with bullets intact. Who knows the pain the child gives when he bites the hand that feeds it, just like to dance to the tunes of the beat you made but duplicated.
The bells failed to make enough sound to alert about the time zone. The sweetness of the power has stripped many off their understanding, forgeting however much the bone is tasty soon crashed to pieces.
Why should one wait For a vine yard to turn bitter, the peace preacher who lives a life of torture to others, a said speech written by the crowd.
Hello Captain, am worried for your sinking ship your trainees sail better than you For your lack of visibility. Your self esteem bigger than your ego.
In the very beginning, the river so strong along fertile soils, rejuvenation goes with sprouting crops but the later the senility of the river, to worse the season to bear fruits.
Yes the old broom knows all corners of the house, now with the new times the swept area turns dirtier
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
Forgetting what it's like to live hand an hand
I used to touch things as they'd break apart so fascinated
But you gave me such a close look
I never wanted this
Watching our memories tumble and fall
Watching our love fall apart
Piece by piece
Looking back and suddenly seeing the rot along the edges and in the cracks.
What once was soft and fluid, is now brittle and torn.
My memory is shining new and sharp
And I'm realizing who you really are
And I'm forgeting my attraction to you
Mean and hateful
Angry and resentful
You are
Smashing my wings under your toes then kissing them better.
Again and again
you've completely played me
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Daylights were so much
than expensive goldbars
with your arms securing my chest
in the twenty-fifth of May
covered with comfy bedsheets
and you as my everyday scenery,
my healthy breakfast,
my vitamin A.
But nightfalls were so much
unaware than missed shooting stars
in clouded firmament
with your eyes refused to stay
growing cherry blossoms
as I hope that your feet
became regretful
for stepping to the nothingness
to the process of forgeting
until to the complete unknown
— marion.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Art! True treasure of all entity thou art
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes
Who brings the raging enemies to its knees
And create thyself delicious meal
In thee lies true knowledge of all inventions
Unto poets heart, showing thu great addiction
Unconquorable is thy deering-do offspring
Who wouldst not desire one or many of her offspring?
'Twas you that made mother and child dear
Many a man thou didst respect and fear
Even the great artistc being thou created
Not forgeting your endowing clemency.
Surely, thou art true treasure of all entity
But thy mystique existence needs some clarity!
#McNaevets -2033
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC