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as it says above
2 poems per poet
under 200 words
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"What Words"

what words
can i use
to express
this emotion
ive never had
this pain
in my leg
hurts worse
when i watch
the blood
run down
it hurts
to walk
my leg
aches
what words
can i use
to tell you
how this
feels
how bad
it hurts
how bad
i feel
how hard
i fell
how deep
that stick
plunged
into my leg
how scared
i was to
go to the
hospital
what words
do i use
to tell you
all of this

AT A LOSS FOR WORDS

How can you talk about certain topics
Miscarriage, infertility, still born baby
How can you express how you feel
The hurt they are in makes you numb
What can you say when a mother dies
This is normal, happens to everyone
Words fail us, we cannot express
The deepness of our empathy
Says words to condole, to soothe
Such unhappiness, words not coming
What can you say, when the soldier returns
Full military honours, in a casket with a flag
There are no words to deal with that
So we stumble with phrases and words
That the horror stricken do not hear
When the mishap happens to us
The words of an angel
Cannot stop our weeping.

No, no, how can this be?
Seriously? Can you not see?
Listen, listen very closely,
Your words are exaggerated most grossly,
Now please, I ask, allow me to educate,
Still your tongue as not to abligate,

You see, your problem is simple and the solution sublime,
It's to do what you are, yes, stay in that moment of time,
You're a fool, a clown, quite simply just a jest,
What your known as is... well quite simply just a pest,
The word escapes me, alludes me, has slipped my tongue,
But none the less, you'll sit right there till I'm done,
You've had your word, infact quite many, so you'll wait,
Until this matter has been ironed out straight,

A biget, a racist, an ignorant whelp?
Maybe a rat, a dolt.. no, no! oh God please help!
You are a finite spec in a sea of the blind,
your views, your ideals, their so unrefined,
The grief a mother must bare to a child as you,
Can only be compared to the shame of the father too,
You follow like a sheep but bark like a mutt,
Screaming out justice that comes out sounding like smut,
Your knowledge is vast as the deepest of oceans,
I mean to say the depths are as empty as your notions,
A knight in rusted armor, galloping into the fight,
On your steed of trite, oh lord what a sight,

You are so many things, but here you are as nothing,
undefined, a mass of hot air that's huffing and puffing,
I simply must name you, claim you and shame you,
Though try as I might, such a label I cannot construe,
Perhaps I should give up, you are simply- But Wait!
A word, I can see it, the sound I can almost recreate,
You believe in ideals that just won't ever come to pass,
You spout garbage, like knowledge, gaining in mass,
I see what you are, trying to jump in as some antagonist,
Yet all you are is a poor little child, an idealist.

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What Is There To Say?

I really don't have a clue as to why
You've picked this particular night to stop by
I invited you in
I needed a friend
No one understood how lonely I've been
I felt like a part of me was missing
You lent me your ear and took the time to listen
And in an instant
I started looking at you different
Was it the alcohol?
Immediately I started to fall
I felt weak and vulnerable
Extremely emotional
The situation got deep
We're rolling in the sheets
Lost in heat
Until we hear the movement of feet
Footsteps getting louder and closer
The door swings open and the fun is all over
The cat came home and like mice we scurry
We both tried to pick up our clothes in a hurry
Lost for words I become mute
So speechless the words could not compute
My boyfriend letting the scenario dilute
Into his brain before we dispute
Frozen in horror as my boyfriend caught
Me and his friend in bed so they fought
His friend tried to explain but he knocked out his teeth
Terrified I stare in disbelief
A friendship torn
Because of me
Another heart scorned
Because of me
Relationship is dead
Enough said

There is no way
To say
How I really feel
Because there are no words
To describe it.
I could use words
I've already said
Times ten,
But It still doesn't
Describe what
You really mean to me.

Words escape my mind,
And commit suicide
Leaving me at a loss
Because now there is
Nothing to describe how i feel.
Even if my words didn't leave
There wouldn't be a combination
Strong enough to capture
My passion.

"Happy and Blue"

All the time,
words just
flow
from me
in structure,
they never seem
to be the right
ones, my mouth
just opens and
spews sounds,
somehow
I continue
to get around
and still
make friends,
enemies, too.
I'm happy and blue.
How 'bout you?

I cannot speak
to express this.
The intensity of it
is too much for words.

The language of love
is not made of words
No sound escapes the lips
that speak the language of love.

Love is expressed
through the look in my eyes
as I think about you.

Love is visible
with every breathe
that escapes my lips
as I daydream of you my love.

If I sit still enough
you will see the love
that fills my soul
as it radiates though my aura.

Love is too indescribable
there is no word
no phrase
strong enough
to contain love.

The language of love
Is spoken without words.
It is the smile on my face,
the joy you bring into my life.

Flowers

As if I've never developed
the ability to speak
I stutter. I stuttered,
upon seeing your pretty
face covered up with
crimson flowers.

"hand signs"

what is this?
the ability to write
the ability to think

what am i searching for?
do i need to write
do i need to think

i'm asking for directions

i'm asking because i'm blind
because i can't see, hear, touch or feel
what could i do with my nose?
i smell wood burning up north
step by step, the distance shortens

i can hear a crackling noise
there i can feel i'm almost there
there i burn into despair

When You Steal My Voice

The ton of you, the lot-
Shut up and sit down.
Listen to me talk.
These words I must write down.
You steal my voice,
Through the day,
A mouthful you have to say,
Only one to hear it.
Only your self to bear it.
Only me to question-
Is it truths you say?
More lies-
Confusions, of facts gone astray.
A stolen voice can't scream,
Nor cry.
But can lift the hand,
And to the pen,
Forget the words gone by.
Turning truths into lies,
And lies into truths.
When you steal my voice.

Speachless

Sometimes words cannot convey the disgust
I feel at myself and others when the reality of our world
kicks in


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"line up! line up! get your plumpynut*! donated by the not so well off and brought here by the giants"


 The astronaut is never hungry

There is no dog here to feed the leftovers
of a well cooked sunday lunch
and the sound of the fork scraping
them into the black bin liner  
brings a tinge of guilt

It's the same old story on the t.v
mother's crying while children eye the flies
and the men scurry back with a bowl
the hunter tamed.

tamed by who?

I ponder the age of science and technology
as I discard an empty pack of fags
and wonder how in the name of God
we can buy a ticket to the moon
but we cant stop incessant hunger
by choice.

at any price.


*plumpynut = the nutrition bar given out during famine by the red cross

If I knew how
I would write you a poem
While sitting in a red leather chair
At a mahogany desk
In my own private library filled with books

I would take a feather quill in my hand
And pen the most beautiful images
Add a dash of metaphor and simile
And craft sneaky rhymes
That hide between the lines on yellow parchment paper

And when I was through
I would take a walk
Down a cobblestone street
Wearing a top hat
And a cane
And people would whisper as they saw me pass
Saying there goes the next
Whitman, Tennyson, Parker, or Poe

And when I made it to your front door
I would hand you my new creation
And you would read it
And smile
And finally say

I love you

But I don't know how to write that poem

How best can I tell you this?
I've had enough of your tricks
Love is not suppose to be pain
And that's exactly what yours is

I've been lynched,I've been beaten
I've been used,I've been abused
You lie,you cry while I stay here
Paying for your sins everyday

How ignorant of them
Your phony plea appeals to my family and friend
They keep urging me to take you back as my wife
And I simply can't tell,how much pain you've brought to my life