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Academic
Poem Published
Today 10:59am
Today 10:59am
Fittingly a double celebration for us loyal and independently so, proud Bajans!
By Stanley Collymore
The earnest recognition of fifty
six years of independence as
a distinctly proud, basically
well coordinated, and equally also
an ambitious, discernibly forward
looking and evidently a staunchly
unquestionably, politically stable
Afro-Caribbean, nation entity. So
as we cherish and too, celebrate
these achievements we all of us
with crucially fond and devoted
memories, essentially do firmly
solemnly recall, the multiplicity
of courageous individuals over
four...
The earnest recognition of fifty
six years of independence as
a distinctly proud, basically
well coordinated, and equally also
an ambitious, discernibly forward
looking and evidently a staunchly
unquestionably, politically stable
Afro-Caribbean, nation entity. So
as we cherish and too, celebrate
these achievements we all of us
with crucially fond and devoted
memories, essentially do firmly
solemnly recall, the multiplicity
of courageous individuals over
four...
#strength
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#respect
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takis1917
Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 4:48pm
18th Oct 2017 4:48pm
Pistachio Nut
And there it came
- besides, it was inevitable.
Foreseen by so many from the ranks of the wise
predicted by all important, more or less, solemn prophets
how could it not come -
the end of the world
- yes, that end, this world -
the utter destruction of the earth.
A truly apocalyptic, cataclysmic event
fires engulfing the whole earth
oceans overflowing, drowning anything lacking liquidity
meteorites hitting the planet mercilesly
black holes of countless hues, swallowing and never spitting
tsunamis, tornadoes,...
- besides, it was inevitable.
Foreseen by so many from the ranks of the wise
predicted by all important, more or less, solemn prophets
how could it not come -
the end of the world
- yes, that end, this world -
the utter destruction of the earth.
A truly apocalyptic, cataclysmic event
fires engulfing the whole earth
oceans overflowing, drowning anything lacking liquidity
meteorites hitting the planet mercilesly
black holes of countless hues, swallowing and never spitting
tsunamis, tornadoes,...
790 reads
14 Comments
monkeyman
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:17pm
Yesterday 11:17pm
The machine mind
Tell it what it is
or it may decide to be something undesirable
Tell it what to think
or it may start to think the unthinkable
Tell it who you are
or it may see you as you wish it not to
Tell it where to stand
or it will not know its place
Tell it what is truth
so it will not see the lie
Tell it nothing more
or more is what it will want
or it may decide to be something undesirable
Tell it what to think
or it may start to think the unthinkable
Tell it who you are
or it may see you as you wish it not to
Tell it where to stand
or it will not know its place
Tell it what is truth
so it will not see the lie
Tell it nothing more
or more is what it will want
#flowers
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:15pm
Yesterday 5:15pm
Glossed Over and Forgotten Yet Again....
The online world is a dangerous landscape,
Full of crashing waves, like a rough and raging seascape.
Full of trolls, barbarians, and cliques,
Ignoring you with their clicks,
Even in open, community spaces,
They show their true faces,
Ignoring you after you jump in
To the conversation
When there was a lull,
To them, you were null.
They were not asking for specific people to talk,
Yet it seems only amongst each other they squawk.
Glossed over, yet again,
Forgotten yet again,
As if I had written in chalk, and it was washed...
Full of crashing waves, like a rough and raging seascape.
Full of trolls, barbarians, and cliques,
Ignoring you with their clicks,
Even in open, community spaces,
They show their true faces,
Ignoring you after you jump in
To the conversation
When there was a lull,
To them, you were null.
They were not asking for specific people to talk,
Yet it seems only amongst each other they squawk.
Glossed over, yet again,
Forgotten yet again,
As if I had written in chalk, and it was washed...
#sadness
#rejection
#emptiness
#hurt
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:34am
Yesterday 11:34am
Seven year old Charlotte Windsor, the new Duchess of Edinburgh? Unimportant vanity nonsense!
By Stanley Collymore
With Charles and effectively so
William basically holding the
reins of monarchical power
and influence it was always going to
be a situation, like evidently crassly
awarding the current indisputably
vacant but nevertheless so clearly
up for monarchical grab it seems
and rather keenly preferred also
as the similarly, rather distinctly
so, literally sought after version
of the crucially, previously held
lately endowed former Duke of
Edinburgh title, very expressly
and bluntly...
With Charles and effectively so
William basically holding the
reins of monarchical power
and influence it was always going to
be a situation, like evidently crassly
awarding the current indisputably
vacant but nevertheless so clearly
up for monarchical grab it seems
and rather keenly preferred also
as the similarly, rather distinctly
so, literally sought after version
of the crucially, previously held
lately endowed former Duke of
Edinburgh title, very expressly
and bluntly...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
28th Nov 2022 9:40pm
28th Nov 2022 9:40pm
driftwood
three. four. five.
i gazed, transfixed,
at the cloudless night sky
as their lights went out.
six. seven.
blackness thickened
as each guiding star
disappeared,
leaving only the memory
of its luminance.
though hypnotised by the moment,
it was time to leave.
cut off from land crew,
i would need to find my way back
before the last star faded.
eight. nine.
i gazed, transfixed,
at the cloudless night sky
as their lights went out.
six. seven.
blackness thickened
as each guiding star
disappeared,
leaving only the memory
of its luminance.
though hypnotised by the moment,
it was time to leave.
cut off from land crew,
i would need to find my way back
before the last star faded.
eight. nine.
#loneliness
#relationships
#sea
#stars
#night
49 reads
6 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 7:46pm
27th Nov 2022 7:46pm
Shades of blues
Everything dies and I know why
Without the contrast
There would be no life
What is home to me?
My bubble upon shifting tides
My rose petal on the sea
My home is in the wind
My place in motion, it's spinning
Possibilities swirling within us
A container of hope rusts
Some temporary relief from fear,
As time will, and all the years disappear
I am still here
Faith is the ground beneath me
The earth that is in me
The stars have made me
Home is always changing
Home is unlayering
Letting go is forever ...
Without the contrast
There would be no life
What is home to me?
My bubble upon shifting tides
My rose petal on the sea
My home is in the wind
My place in motion, it's spinning
Possibilities swirling within us
A container of hope rusts
Some temporary relief from fear,
As time will, and all the years disappear
I am still here
Faith is the ground beneath me
The earth that is in me
The stars have made me
Home is always changing
Home is unlayering
Letting go is forever ...
#love
#death
#earth
#universe
#philosophical
38 reads
1 Comment
AguyfromTown
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 3:26pm
27th Nov 2022 3:26pm
Shit sandwich
Life is like an open door that never shuts
People will walk in and in the end always walk out
We all worry too much, or maybe it's just me
I would always envy the care free
Society tells us to worry
Constantly feeding us our daily spoon of negativity
The sad thing for most of us is that we will spend most of our lives working jobs we hate
All that precious time that we will never get back
Just to make someone else rich
When I was at school my teachers would always drill into us about how the working world will open our eyes
Yet if...
People will walk in and in the end always walk out
We all worry too much, or maybe it's just me
I would always envy the care free
Society tells us to worry
Constantly feeding us our daily spoon of negativity
The sad thing for most of us is that we will spend most of our lives working jobs we hate
All that precious time that we will never get back
Just to make someone else rich
When I was at school my teachers would always drill into us about how the working world will open our eyes
Yet if...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
32 reads
1 Comment
buddhakitty
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 8:08pm
26th Nov 2022 8:08pm
as if it made any difference
what difference would
it make if we cared
more
what difference would
it make if we cared
less;
the sun baking the
world like soft
bread would
still be
there,
the oceans stinking
with brine would
still be
there,
dogs itching fleas
would still be
there,
couples fighting and
decapitating love
would still be
there,
the old woman drinking
tea next door would
still be
there,
all the bad will
towards
others, ...
it make if we cared
more
what difference would
it make if we cared
less;
the sun baking the
world like soft
bread would
still be
there,
the oceans stinking
with brine would
still be
there,
dogs itching fleas
would still be
there,
couples fighting and
decapitating love
would still be
there,
the old woman drinking
tea next door would
still be
there,
all the bad will
towards
others, ...
#apathy
#vulnerability
61 reads
4 Comments
JMV
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 5:48pm
26th Nov 2022 5:48pm
Tattooed Tearz
Tattooed Tearz'
No one ever questioned the rain and why it expresses itself the way it does by falling on our heads. Maybe the sky had to get somethings off its chest and communicated with us by sending rain.
You should know that rain comes about when atmospheric vapors build up in the clouds causing pressures and collisions, and in turn bring forth rainfall.
When we look at the tearz that fall from our eyes, again, it's the results of built up feelings, emotions, and pressures - good and bad. An emotional high that in turn causes the eyes to water up, while the body releases...
No one ever questioned the rain and why it expresses itself the way it does by falling on our heads. Maybe the sky had to get somethings off its chest and communicated with us by sending rain.
You should know that rain comes about when atmospheric vapors build up in the clouds causing pressures and collisions, and in turn bring forth rainfall.
When we look at the tearz that fall from our eyes, again, it's the results of built up feelings, emotions, and pressures - good and bad. An emotional high that in turn causes the eyes to water up, while the body releases...
#SelfWorth
53 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 4:41pm
26th Nov 2022 4:41pm
Ozzy Osbourne, Voice of Reason
Ozzy wants to go home
says the gun violence in America
is *ucking crazy
he wonders how many more school children
are going to be killed
how many more concert goers open fired on
like in Las Vegas
he's "fed up"
with people getting killed every day
Ozzy Osbourne has more sense
than half of America
"There's nothing united anymore
about the United States"
wisely states the former Sabbath frontman
with an unusually wild past
"America has changed so drastically"
Eccentric old Ozzy
sees the...
says the gun violence in America
is *ucking crazy
he wonders how many more school children
are going to be killed
how many more concert goers open fired on
like in Las Vegas
he's "fed up"
with people getting killed every day
Ozzy Osbourne has more sense
than half of America
"There's nothing united anymore
about the United States"
wisely states the former Sabbath frontman
with an unusually wild past
"America has changed so drastically"
Eccentric old Ozzy
sees the...
#violence
#America
#music #Britain
#music #Britain
66 reads
25 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 12:30pm
26th Nov 2022 12:30pm
Quite dead obviously, yet simply won't lie down!
By Stanley Collymore
Gyles Brandreth can't be that
much of the confidante he
claims to be if he's easily
babbling this rather pointless and
actually likewise to every obvious
distinctively intelligent person, in
possession of a genuinely logical
mind unquestionably manifestly
uninteresting, and basically also
blatantly pathetic, sychophantic
crap to the media, while in turn
similarly rather enthusiastically
having a necessary predictably
clearly profitable, forthcoming...
Gyles Brandreth can't be that
much of the confidante he
claims to be if he's easily
babbling this rather pointless and
actually likewise to every obvious
distinctively intelligent person, in
possession of a genuinely logical
mind unquestionably manifestly
uninteresting, and basically also
blatantly pathetic, sychophantic
crap to the media, while in turn
similarly rather enthusiastically
having a necessary predictably
clearly profitable, forthcoming...
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
#boredom
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