"member" poems
Clothes have outgrown me many times over,
but this sadness never does.
One size.
fits all.
There should have been an obituary for cancer, not you.
Wishing these slits within my skin could have been
replaced by a reality check from you, “You chose to exist.”
My name causes a sigh to escape from lips,
that do not feel like they belong to me,
the girl,
whose words always had to be special.
The schematics of hospitals like a birthmark in my brain,
born into sadness, a gut feeling as a child.
Never trusting time
due to what it delivers.
Death, being the only thing I desired.
But you,
who I love,
endlessly-
robbed by it.
Whose ebb for life glowed so feverishly.
Stopped comparing depression to lace,
restricted the belief that suicide is poetic,
seeing things as they were.
More often than not, applauded for feeling emotions deeply.
Every second that dies, the shift of my heart quakes.
This world is not tender.
II. Sad.
I have known the flowers I wanted at my own premature funeral,
knowing how many bouquets honored you that day.
split open my veins like a dimension
reminiscent of days where I anticipated deathbeds.
My family wondered,
can we make it through another day?
Death scares me for what it has taken,
yet, I’m not afraid to die-
it’s all I deserve.
So I await the day pain erupts
from my throat,
acknowledging the days a soul
lived inside of my body-
footprints that walked,
belonging to me.
But I learned so well.
How to suffer with a smile,
dreading the beating of my heart
how unfair—
I don’t want to take these deep breaths
You deserved,while I masquerade as a member of the undead
Never outgrowing the desire to rot with the phantoms residing under my bed.
III. Jokes played by the universe.
punchlines delivered,
how could anyone to stand to be in the same room as myself?
How could anyone look over skyscrapers and sunsets,
and not be infatuated with concrete consuming them?
How I shared a sigh of relief during the thought-
of knowing people would thrive without me,
or the power of a belly laugh,
resembling a laugh track audience
drowning out 3 AM suicidal thoughts.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
We waste most of the time,
trying to find that one thing we all desire,
happiness.
But what we all do not know is,
happiness lies in everything,
even the littlest things.
Happiness lies in a beautiful day,
where the sun is up,
and the sky is in a shade of blue.
Happiness lies in the people we love,
a lover,
a friend,
a family member.
Happiness lies in a good cup of coffee,
and a friend we share lovely conversations with.
Happiness lies in wonderful moments,
Happiness lies in music,
the ones we dance and sing along to.
Happiness lies in someone's laughter,
and a smile so bright,
it shines one's heart.
Happiness lies in everything surrounding us.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
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Each body part
sizzled in pure pleasure
in the blissed wake
of your oral efforts
brought forth the waves
of rapturous delight...
Spurs poetic inspiration
in equal liberation
of desires to please.
Bodies transpose
in fluid motion
as brazen eyes meet.
Savor the voluptuous image before you.
Indulge your eyes in my carnal halo
before they roll to the back of your head.
On all fours
knees between your thighs
tips of swollen breast
caress your chest
tasting fresh honey
upon lips in a kiss.
Ripples of ardor
hover
by wet trails
of sensual kisses
suckling towards
the apex.
Breathe in
the slow motion pace
that pulsates eagerness
to the fore tumescing bulge
leaking with anticipation
of viscous lava.
Tickles of silken hair
against flesh edges closer.
Emerging subtle grumbles
in deep resonance
betray your impatience .
Hands tightly twine
in tangled hair
to maneuver
the treasure hunt.
Licked lips pause
at the sight of fire
burning in
glazed gazes
before engulfing
the throbbing member.
Plump ruby lips
greet velvety texture
in a slow deep dive.
Tongue curls around
the flavor
in a dulcet embrace.
Moans release
as grip tightens
in my hair
settles the
rhythmic pace
to taste in an
oscillating dance.
The masculine aroma of heady musk
lingering there, arouses my appetite.
With my enthusiasm
attuned to
your preferred rhythm
suckling, slurping
surface and dive
in measured unison.
Break of breath
allows tongue
freedom to roam below,
licking, soft kissing
the tender hammock
of testicles.
Tongue and lips escalate higher
to mount another assaulting dive
deeper in the depths
of the cusp in cavity.
Wetted fingers
probe even lower
circling superficially
as gasp escapes
your heavy breath;
flaming eyes lock.
Finger dips in
with expert finesse
gorging hardened growth
within a wrapped hand.
Thighs tighten
with rocking grip.
Head thrusts onward,
drilling forward
in each dive.
Salvia slips
fingers grip
lips dip
Engorged swell, flesh tightens in an intensity
of volcanic eruption ...
HALTS
assault
Pace retracts.
Loosened lips kiss tip.
*“Soon sweetheart, your time will ***
inside me as we surrender to synergy."*
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Ru,
My name's Ru,
Name's Ru. . .
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
One night a year,
I head the sleigh
Good or bad,
play or pay
My name's Rudolph
'now-what-do-you-say?'
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Rudolph,
I brought San-ta here
Got eleven brothers,
they call 'em reindeer
Rock the whole world,
'only-once-a-year'
Discovered on a farm,
no fans, -no cheer
Made fun o' me,
'cause my nose queer'
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Ru,
My name's Ru,
Name's Ru. . .
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
So Santa comes up,
has this to say;
"There's no Sun,
...how do we light the way?"
Brother reindeer's looking here nor there...
Santa an elves searching every-where
Nose lights up,
they stop and stare!
So Santa comes up,
has this to say;
"Your nose so bright,
why don't you light my way?"
Better not laugh,
or mess with reindeer
My name's Rudolph,
I kick it in gear
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Ru,
My name's Ru,
Name's Ru. . .
These horns is guns,
nose a la-ser
Eyes on target,
and that is you Sir
You better be good,
or I'm taking you out
*'member-my-name-son,
cause-I-got-clout'*
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Ruddy as Hell,
so listen right cheer
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Ru,
My name's Ru,
Name's Ru. . .
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Nose of light,
rock-night/crystal clear
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
My name's Rudolph,
and I'm a reindeer
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
A person goes out to town to cure
Boredom or loneliness
Often looking to conquer both
Even an introvert wants company
It’s taken six years to go search
I found a coffee shop
With a black box room
I took a seat
And waited for the host
To start the show
Improv comedy
Never been to one of those
The host asked
What’s inside this invisible box
Answers came out from the audience
I said a can of worms
Not loud
I hate attention
But the host heard
And chose that can of worms
Someone listened to me
And now they are making
Me my own personal joke
I got to admit
I was jealous
Each member has conquered
The fear of people
Of being in front of people
Of speaking to people
Acting crazy in front of people
The show was great
We all had a laugh
One day I will thank them
And maybe one day
I’ll join on that stage
Just one foot in front of the other
Next week is a poetry reading
And that’s where I’ll be
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
Infinity - The name of the planet where the story takes place.
Eternity - The name of the main Continent where the story takes place.
Darkness - The name of the country where the sins live.
Chaos - The capital city in the country Darkness.
Tranquility - The name of the country where the virtues live.
Glory - The capital city in the country Tranquility.
Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of Anger. Lust is a ********** and a **** Her husband Greed is her **** Lust has an affair with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Anger. Lust and Envy are best friends.
Greed - The husband of Lust, the older brother of Envy, and the step father of Anger. Greed is Lust's **** Greed is a **** corrupt politician, gangster, and a ***** businessman. Greed is Pride's right hand man.
Hatred - The father of Anger and Cruelty. Hatred has an affair with Lust. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Anger. He also has a fling with Envy. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty. Hatred rapes Love. Hatred is a terrorist, an assassin, and a cold calculated killer.
Love - The wife of Loyalty, the mother of Kindness, and the older sister of Truth. Love is a humanitarian and a healer. Love is ***** by Hatred.
Loyalty - The husband of Love and the father of Kindness. Loyalty is a soldier and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
Kindness - The daughter of Love and Loyalty. She is the niece of Truth.
Anger - The son of Lust and Hatred, the stepson of Greed, and the half brother of Cruelty. Anger is best friends with Ignorance.
Faith - The wife of Truth and the mother of Hope.
Hope - The daughter of Faith and Truth.
Pride - The elected commander who rules over all the sins.
Cruelty - The daughter of Envy and Hatred. She is the half sister of Anger.
Envy - The younger sister of Greed and the mother of Cruelty. Envy has a fling with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Cruelty. Envy is best friends with Lust.
Truth - The husband of Faith, the father of Hope, and the younger brother of Love. Truth is the uncle of Kindness. Truth is a soldier and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
D.E.A.T.H. - A terrorist organization created and operated by Hatred. D.E.A.T.H. stands for Darkness Engulfing All Things Holy.
Knowledge - The younger brother of Understanding and Wisdom.
Understanding - The brother of Wisdom and Knowledge. Understanding is a teacher. He and Mercy have a romantic interest in each other.
Wisdom - The oldest brother of Knowledge and Understanding. Wisdom is the elected commander who rules over all the virtues.
Sloth - The wife of Gluttony and the mother of Ignorance.
Gluttony - The husband of Sloth and the father of Ignorance.
Ignorance - The son of Sloth and Gluttony. Ignorance is best friends with Anger.
S.O.U.L. - A humanitarian organization created and operated by Love. S.O.U.L. stands for sharing our undying love.
Grace - She's a singer, entertainer, and a a performer.
Mercy - She is a member of S.O.U.L. Mercy is best friends with Love. She has a romantic interest in Understanding.
Limbo - A country that's in the middle of the two countries Darkness and Tranquility. Darkness is to the west of Limbo and Tranquility is to the east of Limbo. The country Limbo has a river of blood running down the middle. There is a civil war taking place in the country Limbo.
Deceit - Deceit is a master of disguise. It is a male and and a female. Deceit is a member of D.E.A.T.H.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Kevan Fuchs died today in his sleep
In a similar way as his father of one
And actually, also my father did too
Of those bitter, big cancer scourges
Which always come in unexpected
In this short enough life, a bit early
I've known him ever since first, when
We were knee high to Dad's shotgun
Throughout our small neighborhood
We would all roam to see and look
For ***** toads and such other fun
Without any known end in our sights
We often, came all together, at once
In his parent's, little Clovis back yard
In the under ground, in our deep dug
Wild little clubhouse of our new pride
Approved by our jealous Dad's stare
Made all by ourselves, with great care
Eight by eight, with three feet of deep
Shagged carpet floors, walls around
And places to hide stuff with those
**** magazines we wished to remain
Unseen by our parents, although they
Surely lived through similar wild times
Black lights , fluorescent mod posters
Fans to cool, while there in the deep
Kept the place comfy, from several
Hot summers in New Mexico's heat
Staying nights over, in conspiracy we
Came colluding, while hoping no fame
This place was our place, of known
Refuge from all of the big crazy, with
Frightening world still yet to come
Giving us our youngest freedoms
And also so much being in trouble
As kinda neighborhood hoodlums
Far up his Dad's, tall, two-way radio tower
One of us in care would climb
With binoculars to see the dark night
With our pair of walkie talkies held
Warn the others, carousing around
Of any plight, in appearing headlights
Kevan's brother, still alive, Keith
My other brother by another, Buddy
Also at first, a weird guy, named Chris
One other member, as second cousin
Who actually, was my very first kiss
When it was hard to aim, lips to miss
All bound as one, by made up signs
And part of something called PSO
Which, if you don't know well, what it
Truly means, then you were definitely
Not a part of the so very high bliss
Which we suffered through so often
Kevan's true nature is clearly proven
Finally, most completely, at his end
In the nature of his wonderful loving
All his family, who also so loved him
And all those other parties to trouble
Who also so loved, really all of him
© 2017 Jim Davis
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
I get ***** when the wind blows.
I see a hot chick walking my member says HELLO!!
My favorite hobbies are *** and skiing.
Why not both give me thrills.
You only live once.
Getting all the *** I can get
and skiing of course.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Bila memang AKU BUKAN PILIHAN HATI MU
Biar ku pendam CINTA DALAM HATI ku
Sungguh, yang akan ku berikan UNTUKMU SELAMANYA
Pergilah kau SEJAUH MUNGKIN membawa LAGUKU
Ke TEMPAT TERINDAH di SURGAMU
RASA SAYANG ini hanya untukmu
Dan ku akan menunggu DI SINI UNTUKMU
Berharap kau bawa LAGU CINTA yang TERCIPTA UNTUKKU
WAKTU YANG DINANTI akankah datang?
DEMI WAKTU ku kan berubah
Tak akan SEPERTI YANG DULU
Yang hanya berkhayal melihat wajahmu
Di BAYANG SEMU
Sungguh indah kau bagiku
TIADA YANG SEPERTI DIRIMU
Yang ku kagumi sepanjang waktu
Ku rindu SAAT INDAH BERSAMAMU
Walau di mimpiku aku mencintaimu
Namun, APALAH ARTI CINTA tanpa hadirmu
Kumohon IZINKAN AKU
Member CIUMAN PERTAMA KU untukmu
Karna saat indah itu mungkin TAKKAN TERULANG
BERJANJILAH kau tuk selalu menghiasi ku
Karena tak satupun SAHABATKU yang indah seperti mu
Ku ingin terbang MELAYANG
UNTUK TEMUKAN dirimu yang SESUNGGUHNYA
Ku sadari memang BUKAN AKU untukmu
Tapi, aku hanya ingin kau BERIKAN AKU CINTA
Meski sedikit, walau terpaksa
Tak lelah SUARA HATI ku memanggilmu
Yang ingin menjalani CERITA BERSAMAMU
DOA ku panjatkan selalu
Memohon tuk bertemu kamu
Meskipun kamu punya CINTA YANG LAIN
Ku rela melepasmu untuknya
Kau TAK PERLU mengaku bahwa kau cinta aku
Memang, tak pernah kau cinta aku
Yang ku kenang kini adalah
Ku bahagia mengenal LAKI-LAKI seperti kamu
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 10:33 AM UTC
The power of music
and friendship
heals dead connections;
a well-meaning member
of a jam session
offers me a guitar.
I politely decline,
embarrassed by my disability,
and they shrug. Your choice.
The familiar curves
beneath my arm
like a woman
from my past,
my amnesiac left hand
reaches for the
muscle memory
of fifty years' practice.
After an agonizing minute,
the G chord miraculously plays,
as I played it at five,
the three big fingers alone
strong enough to hold it.
The switch to C impossible;
so I play a variation.
Doesn't sound bad with the group.
My God, I might play a D7
by the next time it comes around
in the song.
The gang is playing old standards,
Ohio State music;
three chords and a cloud of dust,
which suits my present skill(?) well.
I almost cried when a few tunes later,
we sang A Horse With No Name
to my accompaniment.
Beethoven was deaf, yet heard the Ode To Joy.
Hawking is paralyzed, and travels the universe.
I have three good fingers,
and no good excuses.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Dear Brianna Evelyn Heins,
Stop Spanx sitting me, I’m old enough to take shape of my own.
Sincerely,
You’re Hips
P.S.
Stop convincing the lips to call me flab-u-lous!
I have my own name.
Stop knocking the knuckles to bone
To hear that hollow hound sound, now don’t use me in your measurement references, I want to live a day
Without spinning round the bouncy bands of your operation game
I’ve seen tweezers fall out of your eyes, to plummet under my moon shone complexion
Please keep in mind the brain is a liar.
And well, I have no twins; your pessimistic ways don’t acknowledge my individuality
The color of shame is not moving, while your red majestic
beast hair torturously tickles my clear space of face.
Brianna,
The brain is a liar!
I know you are told you’re observant;
The deception is grand
Stop pretending you know me
Let me dance dizzy
with the calves
Like coming out of the closet
I’m showing you I’ll never be straight
but brains whisper “weep, weep, weepweepweep”
at the sight of the salt soaked, taffy stretched skin
the brain sends me signals, but I beg for the heart to seep in
Please listen up
rarely do I talk,
for you think words are merely a sound
but the profoundness hasn’t shaken
I know you must feel my urges like
I’m on tonight and my hips don’t lie
beauty may lay in the fragile way I sway
said I’m below
But to hell with you
because this bridge can be crossed
but embers fly in you eyes
and the brain is a liar
a family member I wholeheartedly despise.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Loneliness Is Wishing To Cry
Can we really control our loneliness when it attacks? Of course not. However, we can employ the means by which to channel it into a positive force. A force whereby we recruit others and together battle this power of the dark side attempting to cajole us into this state of melancholy. We have to collectively rise to the occassion, and with the force of Good, vanquish it forever more.
Here is a short poem about what loneliness means to me. It was written at a time in my life when I was trying to deal with the recent death of a close family member. Needless to say, I was most devasted at the time of this writing. This poem at that time, in reflection, acted as a therapeutic means for me to "get it all out".
Loneliness is despair
Loneliness is something to beware
Loneliness is the thought today
of no tomorrow
Loneliness is wishing to cry
without knowing why
Loneliness is a simple feeling
without a simple answer
Loneliness comes
Loneliness goes
Loneliness is that uninvited guest
who visits, always without a request
Loneliness is a sickness
you my friend are the cure
Together we will strengthen
and together we will endure.....
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
An Epithaliamium
So Man, grown vigorous now,
Holds himself ripe to breed,
Daily devises how
To ********* his seed
And boldly fertilize
The black womb of the unconsenting skies.
Some now alive expect
(I am told) to see the large,
Steel member grow *****
Turgid with the fierce charge
Of our whole planet's skill,
Courage, wealth, knowledge, concentrated will,
Straining with lust to stamp
Our likeness on the abyss-
Bombs, gallows, Belsen camp,
Pox, polio, Thais' kiss
Or Judas, Moloch's fires
And Torquemada's (sons resemble sires).
Shall we, when the grim shape
Roars upward, dance and sing?
Yes: if we honour ****
If we take pride to Ring
So bountifully on space
The ***** of our long woes, our large disgrace.
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Infinity - The name of the planet where the story takes place.
Darkness - The name of the country where the sins live.
Eternity - The name of the main continent where the story takes place.
Chaos - The capital city in the country Darkness.
Tranquility - The name of the country where the virtues live.
Glory - The capital city in the country Tranquility.
Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of Anger. Lust is a ********** and **** Her husband Greed is her **** Lust has an affair with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Anger. Lust and Envy are best friends.
Greed - The husband of Lust, the older brother of Envy, and the stepfather of Anger. Greed is Lust's **** Greed is a **** corrupt politician, gangster, and a ***** businessman. Greed is Pride's right hand man.
Hatred - The father of Anger and Cruelty. Hatred has an affair with Lust. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Anger. He also has a fling with Envy. She becomes pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty. Hatred rapes Love. Hatred is a terrorist, an assassin, and a cold calculated killer.
Love - The wife of Loyalty, the mother of Kindness, and the older sister of Truth. Love is a humanitarian and a healer. Love is ***** by Hatred.
Loyalty - The husband of Love and the father of Kindness. Loyalty is a solider and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
Kindness - The daughter of Love and Loyalty. She is the niece of Truth.
Anger - The son of Lust and Hatred, the stepson of Greed, and the half brother of Cruelty. Anger is best friends with Ignorance.
Faith - The wife of Truth and the mother of Hope.
Hope - The daughter of Faith and Truth.
Pride - The elected commander of all the sins. Pride is a priest.
Cruelty - The daughter of Envy and Hatred. She is the half sister of Anger.
Envy - The younger sister of Greed and the mother of Cruelty. Envy has a fling with Hatred and becomes pregnant. She gives birth to Cruelty. Envy is best friends with Lust.
Truth - The husband of Faith, the father of Hope, and the younger brother of Love. Truth is the uncle of Kindness. Truth is a soldier and a warrior. He gets revenge on Hatred for ****** Love.
D.E.A.T.H. - A terrorist organization created and operated by Hatred. D.E.A.T.H. stands for Darkness Engulfing All Things Holy.
Knowledge - The younger brother of Understanding and Wisdom.
Understanding - The brother of Wisdom and Knowledge. Understanding is a teacher. Understanding has a romantic interest in Mercy.
Wisdom - The oldest brother of Knowledge and Understanding. Wisdom is the elected commander of all the virtues.
Sloth - The wife of Gluttony and the mother of Ignorance.
Gluttony - The husband of Sloth and the father of Ignorance.
Ignorance - The son of Sloth and Gluttony.
S.O.U.L. - A humanitarian organization created and operated by Love. S.O.U.L. stands for Sharing Our Undying Love.
Grace - She's a singer, entertainer, and performer.
Deceit - Deceit is a master of disguise. It is a male and a female. Deceit is a member of D.E.A.T.H.
Misery - An island off the coast of Darkness.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
This addiction is bad
These injections will change your life
It is everything, it is nothing, it is unexplainable
Like being stabbed a million times with a knife
It burns my whole body
Inside and out
I want to stop so bad
But it fills my mind with doubt
I become obsessive,
Sometimes I'm in rage
Even saying something simple
Will put me on a rampage
There are bugs in my skin
I get constant heat flashes
I can't stop itching
It leaves me with gashes
Your friends become enemies
Every family member is now a stranger
No one can be around you
Everyone is in danger
I'm loosing my body
I'm loosing mind
This specific drug,
It's the worst kind
I can't feel my body
Now it's all down hill
I no longer shake
I am completely still
My vision is impaired
Feels like it was injected into my eyes
I lay here stiff as a board
As my body slowly dies
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC
The Story
by Kamal Nasser
translation by Michael R. Burch
I will tell you a story ...
a story that lived in the dreams of my people,
a story that comes from the world of tents.
It is a story inspired by hunger and embellished by dark nights of terror.
It is the story of my country, a handful of refugees.
Every twenty of them have a pound of flour between them
and a few promises of relief ... gifts and parcels.
It is the story of the suffering ones
who stood waiting in line ten years,
in hunger,
in tears and agony,
in hardship and yearning.
It is a story of a people who were misled,
who were thrown into the mazes of the years.
And yet they stood defiant,
disrobed yet united
as they trudged from the light to their tents:
the revolution of return
into the world of darkness.
Kamal Nasser was a much-admired Palestinian poet and Palestinian Christian, who due to his renowned integrity was known as "The Conscience." He was a member of Jordan's parliament in 1956. He was murdered in 1973 by an Israeli death squad whose most notorious member was future Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barak. Barak (born Ehud Brog) later ruled as Israel’s tenth Prime Minister from 1999 to 2001. His adopted Hebrew name Barak means "lightning." As a younger man, Brog/Barak was a member of a secret assassination unit that liquidated Palestinians in Lebanon and the occupied territories. In the 1973 covert mission Operation Spring of Youth in Beirut, which was part of the larger Operation Wrath of God, he disguised himself as a woman in order to assassinate Palestinians. The raid resulted in the deaths of two women, one of them an elderly Italian. Two Lebanese policemen were also killed, along with the poet Kamal Nasser.
Nasser was the PLO's most prominent Christian and he enjoyed "great appeal" in Lebanon, Syria, and Iraq "both as a distinguished poet and likeable personality." He was the “conscience of the Palestinian revolution,” according to Nazih Abul-Nidal, who worked with him on the magazine Filastin al-Thawra. Nasser “had the most democratic outlook of all Palestinian leaders at the time,” he recalls. He respected opposing views, admired the commitment of young people, and was a major recruitment asset for the Palestinian revolution. “That is why he was put high on the hit-list.” The previous year, the Israelis had murdered another renowned Palestinian writer and activist in Beirut, Ghassan Kanafani, by booby-trapping his car. Nasser’s successor, Majed Abu Sharar, was also assassinated by Israelis, in Rome in 1981 while attending a conference in solidarity with the Palestinian people.
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Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
Ask me who is the most generous man I know and I shall speak his name
Ask me who is the most humble man I know and him I shall acclaim
Ask me who is the most altruistic man I know and his face shall be on the frame
Ask me who is the most kindhearted man I know and you will hear his name again
In my life, I've never met anyone like him again
A man devoted to his family and his community
Always preaching the word of God and leading us to felicity
Always ready to sacrifice his needs for the sake of love and unity
He taught us family, love, fraternity, forgiveness, religion, compassion, tolerance, peace and generosity
I am who I am today thanks to his teachings
He was a leader, a guide, our role model
There is no one like him
He was a father, a brother, a friend, a companion, a grandfather
16 years since he is gone but his words still resonate like thunder
You are no longer here but your teachings linger
A man who was not afraid to cry when needs be but also not afraid to yell and impose order
Always playful with kids and receptive and caring with adults
I feel privileged and lucky to have known him and call him grandpa
For in my life he has played a huge and special part
The memories I will treasure and keep them in my heart
Although he is gone, we will always be together
And his spirit will live on in each one of us forever
From where he is, he is protecting us and guiding us on our way
He is praying for us everyday
He used to pray God "Let it be I who fall sick instead of one of my family member. Let it be I who die instead of someone in my family."
What kind of man wishes for that, you ask.
Someone special I will say, a man of love
And I would like to thank God above
For blessing us with this man, with his kindness and love
I truly believe that God has gifted him with something special
He taught us not to let this world be in our heart for it is not eternal
I know he is in a better place
Watching us all with a smile on his face
I hope we are making you proud from where you are
We are still crying an ocean of tears
As we feel so empty and hold many fears
If I could just turn back the time to those days you used to laugh with us and made us feel so special and loved
Those days you pretended to be in pain when we stepped on your feet while we were playing
Those days when they were only you and us in the room with your half covered grey and curled hair
Those days we used to watch tv together and whenever there was an intimate scene you screamed your favorite word "Touc" and scared us (not that I know what it means)
Time will heal so they say
And time fades away
While a part of us is taken away
I know we will meet again one day
But until that day
Know that you are truly missed
Mame Alassane Lahi whom we affectionately called Mame Rane
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
SNOW FALLS
she wakes
to a morning
with no reason for living
cries in the mirror
to be
forgiven
puts on her make-up
takes off her clothes
sits there & bleeds
until she can’t feel
the blood in her veins
runs cold
the razor blade
bleeds
bleeds
the cat
cries
to be fed
the batteries in her Walkman
go dead
the Rachmaninov stops
a letter
she will never read
drops on the Welcome mat
a mobile
rings & rings &
...stops
a member of
a minor political party
looking for her vote
rings the doorbell twice
slips on the ice & ruins his coat
curses
a man laughs
at another man’s joke
it’s a big laugh...he’s a big bloke
laughter
invades the square
there’s a chill in the air
a friend calls for her
(to go on a blind date)
...she doesn’t hear
snow...
...snow...
...snow falls
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
Some win awards.
Some win recognition.
Then some barely recognized for their effort and time.
Some hardly ever late.
Some dedicated more than many bosses.
Who take it upon themselves to take multiple vacation?
The good employee that others measure themselves by.
Rain,sleet or show , you're most likely see them at work.
Some takes pride just in working to accomplish an agenda.
They probably wouldn't strike even, if in a union.
Some has came in present time to regret being a members.
When they don't see any accomplishable gains from their leaders.
Good employees, don't fake an excuse to miss work.
Good employees, know all jobs depends upon a team.
A mission is set to be met.
Those that mainly complains has minor points.
Which soon becomes a distraction in the level of work.
Oh, good employees has complaints too.
In reality, we all do to some degree.
Except, good employees all companies need.
They make the weakest link becomes a member of a strong team.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I hate death
The slow menancing presence
Always there
Biding its time
Counting down the time for us all
Not letting us in on the big secret
Not even a hint
Just culling us when he deems our time has come
My beautiful Nan
She's given up
She's not fighting anymore
She's ready to be taken
She's awaiting her flight leaving
She's lost her lust for life
She doesn't see all that's beautiful
Just darkness and misery within her mind
Her time is coming
She's wishing it here
She would probably be excited if she could muster the strength
Like children wish for Christmas
We all know he's coming
Like an unwanted family member
Never invited but has to come
He will arrive when we least expect him
Sneak in and take her from under our noses
She will walk hand in hand with this well known stranger
Enter the house I call home
Like a thief and take my most precious possession
The ticking of the clock counting down her time
Counting down our time with her
Removing the batteries changes nothing
Every minute, a minute less
Wiping tears away, calling out 'Cup of Tea, Nan?'
Hoping she will answer
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Imagine a world with no discrimination
A world living in harmony comprising of peaceful nations
The only colour reference would be made to nature
Humans will no longer be judged on their nomenclature
Such is a dream seen by all
But Sir Mandela was the one who took the call
On July 18, 1918, a hero was born
But due to his colour all everyone did was scorn
No one in his family had ever attended school
He was the first one to break this rule
On the first day of school their teacher gave them an English name
This was an African custom due to British bias – how mundane
And that is how Nelson became his first name
He kept it even after he shot to fame
A member of the African National Congress
He gave his opponents a reason to stress
A great politician, revolutionist, lawyer and philanthropist
Served 27 years in jail but never used his fist
Although a controversial figure for most of his life
He won the Nobel Peace Prize for ending the South African apartheid strife
On December 5, 2013, this giant passed away
The things that we can learn from him are a lot more than I can say
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
A teacher: The Villain and the Hero
One inspiration, one true motivation
That one person who gives his powerful students
The right direction
That one teacher who fights for the future of others
Who finds success in the success of others
That one person who further form a teacher
Is a human-being
He might seem like a villain to some
But he is a hero to others
He is my hero
Picked me up from the gutter
Made me strong enough to deal with
X equals A to the second power multiplied times two
He is that one teacher who taught me how to leave problems behind
And solve equation easier and faster
That one teacher who became a role model
The perfect inspiration any student needs
His way of teaching the concept
His way of giving us the chance to be teachers our selves
That way of making us the main importance
His way of giving us our place in his class room
Taking possession of our minds and changing them to capable ones
Making each and every one of us students who can solve anything
He expects a lot from all of us, He expects a lot from me
He gives me the challenges that I can handle
Gives me a chance to prove my self
He taught me that X is just a variable
That X is the solution
That you should not be afraid of the variable
That the solution is hidden behind the other factors
That lesson I use in my daily life
I'm not afraid of any problem in any subject
Because he taught me how to deal with problems
And when finding X was hard,
He was there ready to answer my questions
As I walk away during lunch
I wish him a good lunch
But what I'm actually saying is
You have done a lot for these, your students
Now give yourself a break and do something for your self.
He might just be an algebra teacher
Or a staff member at Riverside University High school
Or just Mr. Sepulveda, to some people
But for me he means more than that.
For me he is a hero
That can travel the distance
And can fix any problem with time
He is the Hero who inspires me
He is a teacher
Whom I admire greatly
Not for being a teacher
Or being at Riverside
I admire him because he made me strong
In Algebra
In my problems
In life
And now In my poetry
You sometimes are the villain
For giving me a B in a test
But you are the hero because for every B
I get another challenge
And I know that with your help
I will get an A in Life.
You are the Villain of my mind
But the Hero of my Heart
Thank-you Mr. Sepulveda
Written by: Estrella Luciano
For: A true hero
P.S. I still think I deserved an A on that one test. ;)
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
complexity bias
how you love to criticize my poems
as too long and overly complex
poor me, I’m no genius, don’t prosper by exploiting
unrecognized simplicities, rather deconstruct the
intricate complexities that I flatter myself are the me-sinews
Writing is a **** temptation -
we focus on the 10% that is complex and ignore the easy 90%
perhaps this once I will surrender my bare bones
put aside the rich, satisfying of cave diving, urban spelunking
word caressing tongue verbiage rich tapestry exploring -
give you the plane of plain where nestles my destiny: nesting near motionless where the couch is my kingdom and cold cereal is
easily digested and there are no consequences
I am a member of a discriminated-against minority
we have no charismatic leader, no marchers anywhere, and government programs say
hey you’re free white and twenty one plus, get the crap out of
our faces, you useless piece of rhymes with **** and includes dirt, though I shower twice a day to keep myself occupied
25 years old, a high school dropout, of course I’m white,
my occupation is playing video games and making sure
my supply of opioids is adequate in these great United States
where I was born
there are fewer jobs than none that my application survives
a first glance discardation, and now my disability preempts
any demand to pretend there is gainful employment in store in
my future
this reductio ad absurdum is a technique to expose the fallacy,
ah what’s that you say no interest in hanging about,
on your way out, of course, of course,
we are the wrong flavor of downtrodden
my life is simple - simplistic in its a chaotic entropic way,
order slowly declines into disorder
my rituals are a fight against slip sliding down, falling off the
the Herzog continuums
and the poems are desperate hand holds to prevent my
going, gone under
so forgive me if I tax you without possessing not the
requisite taxing authority
you hone in on the obvious disparities and my contradictions
resenting my sending you this bill of extravagant length
compose with me and a mean will be located and to sleep I go,
perhaps to undress my dreams and explicate the wealthy multiples of complexity in the simplicity of a junkies life
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Ask...and you shall be given answers
seek...and you'll be told where to look
knock...say, hello?...hello? hellooow?
a voice named siri replies:
"is it me you're looking for?"
i think,
the eyes, the mind, even the heart, need
clear, goggle-like glasses, for 20/20 vision,
to grasp, to discern, be forewarned,
not to be overwhelmed by whatever
data unfolds on the screen
they say, there are contrived solutions,
for life's every complication
search engines are accessible to all
just press specific keys, and, Voila!
surf, play...easy games, easy friends
but, can they really answer all questions?
every human question?.........like,
do elephants really cry? how did it occur
that they have excellent memories?
is Timbuktu modernized now?
are there still surviving cannibals?
will the remaining Bee Gees member,
tell us how to mend a broken heart?
do rosicrucians really possess secret wisdom?
what happened to you and me?
how do i save myself from emotional vampires?
how do i cook pad thai?
...and how do i get you out of my mind?
why does the rooster crow after midnight
how does logarithm work with poetry?
do dogs have souls? do they visit their
masters?....i miss my dogs Misty and Tiny,
...and i miss you...what's wrong with me?
God, why do i even bother to ask?
my goggled eyes are blinded by grief
my goggled mind refuses to forget
this goggled life of mine feels empty
and it has nothing to do with technology...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 23, 2018
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
In a class, I'll sit and listen
they'll explain that I have no rights
as a member of the LGBTQ+
they'll say,
with pride of their skin,
black lives DON'T matter-
all lives do.
I'll sit here, OH YES,
I'll sit and listen
they'll talk about girls being ugly
talking about how
there are only two genders
and I'll sit here
relating women to paintings,
weaving them into my poems,
slightly pouting and confused
with my lack of their said gender.
Sighing,
I will sit here and listen
as they repeat the things
I've heard my entire life
and I'll bite my tongue, though not really
a look will pass by, rage seeps through pores
I'll leak liquid anger
until the toxins correct their rotten brains
I know I should say something,
but there are tons of them
and only micro-me.
Weak.
I'll sit here, and I will listen to them as
we all eagerly await the bell
Save us.
we're far apart, so
my mask is off now,
but when it sounds, when it promises peace
RING RING RING
I will stand, turn,
and Black Lives Matter will be almost
as prominent as a tattoo on my face,
the phrase will melt,
it will stick,
it will attach to my mouth
and say
scream
sing
the words that I cannot.
and I'll keep Sydney's hoodie on
as my bulletproof vest,
her chain against my heart
understanding that
THIS IS NOT A CHOICE
Why would I
ever
choose the pain I went through for this?
only to go home,
and hear more from my step-father,
with the victimizing mother actings
as if it never happens
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC