"godwin" poems
A small, blonde haired child peers into a mirror
his reflection shows a short beard--
dark brown hair with streaks of gray.
He just finished eating ice cream
in a room where his Aunt suffered
until death.
The toppings were sprinkles
and the lies his parents told him about the day she died.
In the reflection,
the little child noticed a picture of a woman
he’s never met.
But throbbing, sleepless headaches
And $5 red wine breath from the reflection
say otherwise.
He draws cuts on his wrists to remember her in the future.
His superhero and wrestling action figures
are strewn about in ****** positions
he doesn’t know about. Yet.
When the power goes out--
TV stays on.
The little boy watches silver orbs drill into someone’s head
while hugging his power rangers blanket.
In his head
he recites David Lynch’s Alphabet.
The scent of hotcakes lingers in the air.
Before dissipating,
Uncle mumbles
about the deaths of the child's siblings
that haven't happened.
Little child was given money
by grandparents,
For church,
but it smells like ****
In the background,
the reflection has portraits of Ginsberg and William Godwin.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN? _ Membis Godwin
When shall we meet again?
When the Sun would shine at night _
The Moon in day light?
When Everest would decay
Into the Red Sea while well dry?
Or when to Heaven the Devil would relocate
God to Hell. When man would make_
His Maker
Not out of dust but of hammer
When Fishes would live on land
In the depthless water would live a Leopard
When my Step-mother would in every season
Be ripe enough to reason
And America as senseless as a Lunatic-
Referred with having a Giant ****
Till then would I swim the flowing Stream of hope
Hoping to feel thy breath on my melting skin side.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
This pumice really rubs me the wrong way.
Matadors moisturize with oil of ole.
Heidegger has moves like Jagger.
Any critic - Jaeger; Typhoid Mary - plaguer.
Who's the top chef that goes derpa derp derp?
Wyatt Earp.
I'll drain the swamp like Dagobah's.
A Clovis Person. Legolas.
The nipple's best on chicken breast.
Pin that on your Pinterest. To show all the dispossesed.
Witness Godwin's Law at work:
****** you're a ****
Pick up the phone and call Cthulu.
Get hung up on by Shaka Zulu.
Chalupa mis huevos, says the chihuahua.
Hey Tarzan. Ungawa.
Jesus walked across Titicaca.
Crane thinks the Bridge is over.
Biddy bah bah.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
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For the ones that I miss sorry GBU.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
NATURAL PRAYER__ Membis Godwin
My Lord: my God,I say this prayer not for me,
But the One in my heart_ who 've stood by me:
That my languishing sympathetic friend
Who walked with me in wilderness till end.
I pray not for Favour,fame nor wealth:
All would end soon with conquering death.
Health and friends to mary with: I don't pray
Rather,for what that would always stay
Here and here-after_ all in peace of mind.
I pray for that to in that weary-heart stand,
Watered daily by what the eyes sees,
What nose breath and what the soul feels.
May the slim Spirit grow strong and mature
And may my Friend fall in love with Nature.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
WORDS OF A DYING POET_ Membis Godwin
I have traveled to all edges
I know the worlds entrance and exit
Where seas flow from and to
The real colour of the Ancient Rainbow
I hear the words of all creatures
And knows when a flower smiles
My black hairs have grown bard
It have with wisdom been painted
But, now am dying gently
My rear knowledge shutting calmly
All I've acquired will recieve shelter
By gasket,decay and grow a diamond flower
I wish I could be buried naked
My flesh aside my knowledge
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
"From Rio de Janeiro in Brazil
To Johannesburg in South Africa
From Bombay in India
To New York in the US"
Souls fight faith
In mortal combat
As endlessly the Bible wars horn
Disposed to Earth from the window of Paradise
Allienless daily ****** battle of true Belief
To conquer and to dominate
Seven Seas and Seven Mountains
Which out of Nature emerged to reality
Souls fight faith
But the surrounding beauty
As the wind from beneath this green planet does blow
Breeze of love
Into my mind
I feel weightless
That the breeze that does blow can travel me
To any soil of any faith to dwell in peace
Do I stand as a Warrior of any Power
In mortal combat?
Calling with pitchless voice to devour
From Four Divisions
To Origin
Where reality from a Star
Brought me to keep my first feet
Breath my first air and say first word.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
they innovate extreme measures to bring you down..
ironically, these fellas can't even lift themselves up.....
They laugh wif u and guess what,behind your back they stab .
They act like they care,here and there.
In the actual sense, they making sure you ain't doing better off than them.
I know these tricks of yours, I can't be you. My heart has got nothing but love for you.
Someday you will realize your mistakes, and mend your ways.
#futileefforts...#godwin....
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
"Be in the present
in the here and now"
In arrogant black still
sure
very still
Equanimity, equilibrium
yes
But Godwin please your
be here now
ruinous to stillness
to meditation
rupturing the pre-dawn silence and
self-reflected perfection
What it is like
now you are dead
To realise-
pupil sometimes equals
fool
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
If men can for a tick
Link minds
With the Necessary part of the Society
Men can share
Sweet aim of terror _
To change with destruction
Horrorful black sultan of the Map
With sacrificial blue-blood
Aware of approaching emptiness and dry up
If men can strike so hard
Exploding anger of joy
On the necessary part of the society
Why can't men be still to live?
To allow Anthem decay
Since the Crown is deaf and Blind
And embraces living dead
If men can clamour; men can call
The Necessary part of the Society
Opening comic mouth wider than walls
Who wouldn't be entertained?;
By the Necessary voice of the society
As tiny as the last key on Keyboard
Who would hear them?
Yet, willing to berry _
Exposing colourless set of frustrated teeth_
Chord chewing thirty-two.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC