"jobiranyc" poems
I am crucified for my religion,
I am crucified for my skin color,
I am crucified for my economic status,
I am crucified for my beliefs,
My body and soul are condemned,
with atrocious strives
You're preaching falsehoods, a disguised truth
Words of lies and deceits, for your own indulgence
But I am deaf of hearing, the poisons you spray
So, I am hunted and killed, for not looking your way
I am crucified for my free mind,
I am crucified for my thoughts,
I am forced to exile, to places not home,
A country man, without a country,
I am so terrified, each time the winds roam
I run, far away from the monsters,
but still nowhere to hide,
For my new home is the same,
humans still live inside
If every where I lived,
my being is not suited, or posed a threat,
I would rather be exiled or crucified,
than being engulfed,
with the fire of bigotry or hate
@jobiranyc (9/18/2017)
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
In one of our meetings,
my therapist asked
“if I have an alter ego?”
For a moment, I was shocked,
Because, the inquiry was
an anomaly.
It was out of a trend, from
of our daily sessions on the charts.
As puzzled as I was,
I sad, “no,”
For I needed not one.
Afterwards, a question triggered
into my head, too.
“What, she doesn’t know who I am?”
Then, a light flashed in my eyes
for I found my answer here.
I joined HP less than a year ago now,
and if you asked me,
the only thing that changed
about me is , I’m a year older,
with a lot of grey hairs. No joking...
I don’t have an alter ego
or multiple personality disorders.
Because, what you see is
what you get.
I love this silly me,
even when my pen loses her ruse.
Thus, in the name of naked arts
that we display on HP,
it would be much appreciated,
if people with ego issues
pass the same curtsy.
Please, don’t try to break the art code,
and infect us with your alter-ego disease,
when HP should be a community of
marching bands,
who lit flames on fire as a family,
with their pens and imaginations
around the universe.
@jobiranyc (11/16/2017)
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
There’re words burning inside my brain—
Thoughts that are driving me insane
Words like wildfire that want to roam
And fly free like birds in the sky,
They just want to be like me
Intoxicated with hunger for things to see.
But society has built guards around my heart
A ridged fence I may not be able to break out
Because there’s always someone
Who feels offended or hurt like
They are being poked in the eyes with needles.
Nowadays, we’re living in a chaotic world
Where everyone’s so sentive to carry a weightless feather on their shoulders—
But do cry rivers like a whopping baby.
I guess like the great musician said, “ you live, you learn.”
Jobiranyc (5/14/2018)
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
I saw a sad
Show today
On a Broadway stage
Such a horrifying play:
A Poetess is prosecuted
For her famous poem,
which took all of us
by a storm—
A poem,
vividly composed,
in a simple form.
She’s forced to feel guilty
and remove the painting from display
Because people’s egos got caught on fire
that their pens got nothing to say
But, when is it a crime
for a poem to remain on Front Page
Trending continuously
in every descending age?
If she painted magic
and that gave her fame
It’s your imagination
but her ingenuity isn’t to blame
If you got no sunshine
or your heart has no symphony to play—
don’t censure her vertical muse
or the ones, who didn’t
show up on Broadway—
yet, search the power ink within,
to place your paintings on display
Jobiranyc (10/6/2018)
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
A*ll this feels like a dream,
us, parachuting a free-fall
from the sky and
down on a slippery
and spiral down hills
overnight.
I never imagined though
that warm and ignited flame
dies so quickly, and we’d
come to this dead-end
but time reveals the truth
hidden away
from your eyes
when two equal souls
just fall apart in silence.
The day the sky clears
and the sun fully shines,
the grasp of reality
changes to illusion
because, all that remains
now is the broken promises
once made in bright day light.
*
Jobiranyc (10/22/2018)
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Let us not moan for the dead
For we don’t feel their pains
For this is not their first hurting,
Or the last one for that matter,
As it will happen again
We just shed drop of tears
That won’t even touch the soil,
And we move into another day
When the fire, that is burning
Us down, is sitting at bay
Aflame and still
If we don’t ripple the ocean
And put out the fire at once
Its flame will ignite again
And will burn the whole town twice
When the fire was engulfing
And making my neighbors cry
I myself was a coward
For I looked away and passed by
So I won’t cry for the dead
Not one tear drop again
If I’m not putting the fire out now
It will sure kindle again
For my tears won’t solace their pains
@jobiranyc (10/10/2017)
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
My lonesome journey began since conception
Which I lived long in the dark cave fighting
To survive against all the odds coming my way,
The self-medication or self loathing to abort
The unwanted child conceived out of lust
Or maybe love, which I know neither
Yet, miraculously, my days weren't outnumbered
Thus, I beat the odds and came to
This world screaming to
A journey of loneliness.
Alone I fought to breathe, but one day,
Not anytime soon,
Alone I shall return home.
**When darkness unfolds
on that last day
I shall stand tall and sing...**
*
With all the wills I fought, my race is finished
Lost most of it when the days perished
For the lesser values, I may complain
But for whatever it worth, I did it alone
When the waves of the sea, rippled in strife
Like my broken heart that danced with grief
Tragedy or mourning, for the tolls taken
If I had sinned, I truly had sinned all alone
For now, I found not the light I deem
From this empty tomb of standing beam
Therefore, having none to power my own
So as I came I shall go alone
But at the end, I should be fine
Though I walked alone
Sleeping won't only be mine
For the weary tears shed
And the journeys forsaken
Darkness must fall
But when that day arrives and
The world goes blank and gone,
I know for sure I won't dormant alone
*
8-29-2017
@jobiranyc
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
She descends into the night
Like the sunset
My eyes following her as she walks by
Yet, she hears not my heart beat
Or sees the falling tears I cry because of her.
When I waited for her smiles
To heal my dying heart
She walks by me with leery
Which makes my aching heart ire.
I need not love which she has no heart
That much I know that we are far apart.
**Written date unknown
Posted
@jobiranyc (9/15/2017)**
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
Seeking pleasure
in body and soul
Shouldn’t that be
the thrill of life
after all?
We judge each other
though we all have needs
Yet, we wait for darkness to fall
To do the unthinkable deeds
So I have no eyes
I see not your shadow
Go do as you please
wherever you wish to go—
You’re even welcome
to feast from my table
I don’t ever judge you
for your desires
and put you in
any kind of trouble
We can be called sinners,
the outcast
or even the condemned
Yet, I’d rather die happy in flesh
than with regrets at the end
I know not heaven
or even the fire of hell
Therefore, I’d rather wake up happy that day
when the angels ring the last bell
Jobiranyc (6/11/2018)
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Life, in its essence is made of poetry.
If you are be able
To paint the picture
On the canvas,
anything can be poetry.
Therefore, put less emphasis on
being poetically correct,
but instead more effort on
Just being poetic.
@jobiranyc (10/12/2017)
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
Each night and day
As you come home and leave
Say thank you to "your god"
In any form you believe
With the grace of "higher power"
You've made it to see another day
Giving such a simple prayer
Could go a long way
Or you've got nothing to lose
For the gratitude you say
@jobiranyc (9/21/2017)
*The message
Wherever you're and whatever shape or state you're in, just say "I'm very thankful for breathing"*
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
In “the land of the
Free and Home of the Brave,”
It's a travesty that
justice is blind, yet sees colors.
@jobiranyc (9/16/2017)
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
When I woke up at dawn,
Birds were singing tirelessly.
I stretched and let my feet loose
To dance to their melodies
@jobiranyc (9/25/2017)
*The message
If you opened your eyes and mind, anything can make your day, and lift your spirits ups*
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
*She stood in the dark
With her long raven hair
Waiting for her prey
To grab her share
Clitching teeth, as thunder roars
Her eyes now glowing, red
As the heavy rain pours
Wait...it looks inhuman
The sharp claws on her hands
A disguise or her true form
Growls, as she lands*
***Her hunger raging
Like a wildfire
The prey’s blood must quench
And putout the flaming desire
Ready to attack
Without any remorse
Her full attention on the prey, of course
She jumped in full force
To **** with one shot
Not thinking of a power
The mighty prey may have got***
*A flash of lightening
Falling in between
Both looked fierce and frightening
The darkness creeped the night
As the war went on for hours
From far far away
I was watching with my invisible powers
The deeper the night, the intense the fight
In the land of "the half beings"
Who will shed a light?*
***Since the waging fight began
None backing to retire
The prey in digust anger
****** eyes, shooting fire
Instinct took over, on the prey most
Survival is a must
Fighting darkness with any priced cost
What will unfold from this battle?
Only time will tell
Either darkness will win or the prey,
One will survive from this bombshell...***
@jobiranyc
©sim
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
If you are adamantly persistent
and work very hard,
giving all your best,
dreams can come true.
The only failure in life is
when you stopped
dreaming.
JobiraNYC 6-27-19
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Readers,
The words you leave at my doorsteps, or your visit at HP museum, for a glimpse of my artwork, means a world to me.
I humbly appreciate, how much you have encouraged me to be fearless, and I hope to be a better writer, someday!
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Writers,
I appreciate all the hard work you put into creating something out of a thin air. Even if you post a blank page, it says something about your state of mind, and how you’re feeling, how you’re trying to communicate with me about a moment you just had.
I love all of your children, just like they’re my own, for you're brave enough to have faith on me to look after them like a good shepherd, as I truly trust you to do the same to my offspring.
However, if I never get to see even those blank pages, or the paintings you painted on canvas to hang on your walls, please don’t be disappointed, as I wouldn’t have passed them on purpose, but due to time constraints or artwork overload(posts and repost).
Since I have many people and groups I follow, it would nearly be impossible for me to buy everybody’s wonderful artworks, and hang them on the walls of my house, for by then, the sun sets and rises many times, and I would also have to keep adding new rooms to my house, on the extra landscape that I don't have, if you get my metaphorical drift on this line.
@jobiranyc (10/3/2017)
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
I won't give up on you, till my last try
To wipe off from your face, the tears you sadly cry
For I have seen you drown, in sadness river
Each day is worse, you're sinking under
I know you're badly hurt, more than you're faired
As your promise was broken, when you fully cared
So, your trust is lost, to believe in love
For you only gained pain, for what you had to give
Let me gently kiss, your tamed heart with fire
And override those dark, old memories with another
For I cannot stand, seeing you so sad
You're also hating me along, when you get so mad
I can give you real love, to heal your wounded heart
So, close those broken old doors,
and open a new gate
I know, when a pure heart is deceived and broken
It's hesitant to believe in love, once again
Yet be mindful, life won't last for too long
For you shall not keep singing, the same old sad song
@jobiranyc(9/16/2017)
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
She is a real soul I adore
Something I hadn’t experienced before
She wants me not touch any floor
When I come and go,
Like a wave current on a shore
My heart needs not anything more
Since she’s now my life’s center core
With love, she takes me in
and sends out of the door
For that, she deserves more than an adore
A promise I want to keep, I swore
To never ever, make her feel bore
But happy forevermore,
For she’s my valour-
A soul I love and adore,
Who has become, my life’s center core.
@jobiranyc (11/15/2017)
Inspired by Elizabeth Squires
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2210947/rhyme-monorhyme/
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
The morning sun
set my imagination on fire
and left me wanting
more of tomorrow
with curiosity
jobiranyc (9/23/2017)
The Message
Look outside and tell me a moment that caught your eyes and let your mind to wonder, for there is so much beauty under our eyes, which goes unnoticed
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Because of my
hungry past
I adore you
with passion
@jobiranyc (9/30/2017)
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
No solution is present
Filling the interstice
between our hearts
8-30-2017
@jobiranyc
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
Poison not minds and hearts, with fear or hate,
But infect people, with love and peace,
Thus, you shall be rewarded with tranquility.
@jobiranyc (10/4/2017)
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
Let's
me and you
be lost
in pleasure Never Land
in paradise ecstasy
without limits
Let your lips collide with mine
let’s ravish each other
like hungry wolves
Let's be lost
in each other's eyes
with the burning fires
we create
with the sensual sensations
we crave
Let's put paradise on fire
tempt me, ****** me
let me taste you
like the forbidden fruit
in the oasis garden
let's be banished together
for giving into our desires
for not wanting to end
our pleasures in Never Land
and for putting
ourselves on pleasuring fire
@jobiranyc (10/1/2017)
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
My love,
will you marry me?
I see, an eternity with you,
for I love you, beyond explanations!
You’d make me the happiest man,
if you became my purpose, my reason;
my blissful taste, my passion,
my everything, for every season—
for living;
because, you give me wings to fly
you’re my cozy comfort when I cry—
when I am with you,
you’re my life’s center core,
for I could feel my own heartbeat,
which I never felt before
If you decided to be my wife,
you’d change the colors of my life,
therefore, I’ll be with you forever,
weather in happiness or strife or grief—
to love you and to be by your side
the moment you become my bride,
you’ll be the ring on my fingers
I’d forever wear with pride.
I promise you, till death do us apart,
you’ll be the only one in my heart—
So I’d make you smile, just be mine—
because, you’re the sparkle in my eyes
the only one I want see,
till the day I die.
@jobiranyc (12/28/2017)
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC