Submissions by SuriBenNoah (Suri Ben Noah)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a consistently crazy poet who is seeking answers to the mysteries of life
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2015 6:47am
23rd May 2015 6:47am
JUST GARBAGE
We are just garbage
Living on a garbage heap
With pretensions of age
And purity so deep
That we hope to one day
Leave this dump
And fly away
Leaving behind this lump
Of garbage in which we stay
until we realise
that we can’t do away
or desist from what we sermonise
to get rid of our baggage
which is pure garbage
from which we seek to salvage
our soul; our pure luggage
Living on a garbage heap
With pretensions of age
And purity so deep
That we hope to one day
Leave this dump
And fly away
Leaving behind this lump
Of garbage in which we stay
until we realise
that we can’t do away
or desist from what we sermonise
to get rid of our baggage
which is pure garbage
from which we seek to salvage
our soul; our pure luggage
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2015 6:43am
23rd May 2015 6:43am
ON BEING REJECTED
I don’t feel bad
when someone
rejects me;
People usually
are forced to be without
the expensive things
they can’t afford
So, I don’t feel bad
when someone
rejects me;
for I know they
can’t afford me
when someone
rejects me;
People usually
are forced to be without
the expensive things
they can’t afford
So, I don’t feel bad
when someone
rejects me;
for I know they
can’t afford me
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2015 5:59am
11th May 2015 5:59am
DECEIVED
I took her in my arms,
Gently with my arms enfolded
I had fallen for her charms
At face value and unintended.
I kissed her gently upon her lips
Love unforeseen did blossom
She opened wide her lips and hips
As she lay upon my bosom
My manhood did make me give and thrust
As her womanhood did receive
Love which had originated in lust
Then did me deceive.
For I did really love her truly
While she didn’t care less, truly
All she fulfilled was her lust and vanity
While I lost my peace and sanity
Gently with my arms enfolded
I had fallen for her charms
At face value and unintended.
I kissed her gently upon her lips
Love unforeseen did blossom
She opened wide her lips and hips
As she lay upon my bosom
My manhood did make me give and thrust
As her womanhood did receive
Love which had originated in lust
Then did me deceive.
For I did really love her truly
While she didn’t care less, truly
All she fulfilled was her lust and vanity
While I lost my peace and sanity
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2015 1:27am
11th May 2015 1:27am
THE SEEING AND THE SEEN
The world only sees
what it wants to see
but it never sees
the real me; so to see…
My pain it never sees
only my shortcomings does it see
for the world only shortsighted sees
and so it only does see
what it wishes and up close it sees.
I never care that it never does see
the real me which it never sees
for that only I can see
what it wants to see
but it never sees
the real me; so to see…
My pain it never sees
only my shortcomings does it see
for the world only shortsighted sees
and so it only does see
what it wishes and up close it sees.
I never care that it never does see
the real me which it never sees
for that only I can see
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2015 4:22pm
10th May 2015 4:22pm
AN ANTHEM TO THE UNDERGROUND POETS
I like to go underground when I catch eyeballs starin’
I like to go underground when you can’t tolerate my ravin’
I like to go underground when you walk away from me
For when I’m underground I’m free
Let me take you down, Let me take you down
deep, deep underground we shall go
Let us in verses of fellow poets drown
come let us allow our words to flow
I like to be underground for I like to lay low
I like to be underground for I recently received a blow
I like to be underground for I’m an agent undercover
For when...
I like to go underground when you can’t tolerate my ravin’
I like to go underground when you walk away from me
For when I’m underground I’m free
Let me take you down, Let me take you down
deep, deep underground we shall go
Let us in verses of fellow poets drown
come let us allow our words to flow
I like to be underground for I like to lay low
I like to be underground for I recently received a blow
I like to be underground for I’m an agent undercover
For when...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2015 4:18pm
10th May 2015 4:18pm
THE FOOLING AND THE FOOLED
Everybody is fooling
everybody else.
Whom are we fooling
besides ourselves?
Everybody is fooling
only themselves
but assume they are fooling
other selves
while we are actually fooling
only ourselves.
For we the fooling
and the fooled be;
we the fooling
and the fool too be
everybody else.
Whom are we fooling
besides ourselves?
Everybody is fooling
only themselves
but assume they are fooling
other selves
while we are actually fooling
only ourselves.
For we the fooling
and the fooled be;
we the fooling
and the fool too be
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2015 7:55am
10th May 2015 7:55am
MS. NEED MORE
Do I need say more
except that her
name was Miss Need More
and she always needed more
than whatever she got for sure.
“More and More” was her motto
for her family she was more of a daughter
and for all the men who did love her
she was more of a ditcher
forgive me for being rude to her
and calling her a bitch here.
Need I say more about her
except that her name was Miss Need More
but in this world of the now and here
we definitely don’t need more
of her whom...
except that her
name was Miss Need More
and she always needed more
than whatever she got for sure.
“More and More” was her motto
for her family she was more of a daughter
and for all the men who did love her
she was more of a ditcher
forgive me for being rude to her
and calling her a bitch here.
Need I say more about her
except that her name was Miss Need More
but in this world of the now and here
we definitely don’t need more
of her whom...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2015 7:13am
10th May 2015 7:13am
MIND MATTERS
All monuments remain
mere edifices of wood or stone
until we comprehend
the thought behind the same
Mind over matter
it’s the mind that gives substance to matter
Its only mind over matter
And only this does matter
All arts remain
meaningless human endeavour
until we understand
the mind of the creator
Mind over matter
it’s the mind that gives substance to matter
Its only the mind behind the matter
And only this does matter
All work will remain
just labour of time and effort
Until we understand...
mere edifices of wood or stone
until we comprehend
the thought behind the same
Mind over matter
it’s the mind that gives substance to matter
Its only mind over matter
And only this does matter
All arts remain
meaningless human endeavour
until we understand
the mind of the creator
Mind over matter
it’s the mind that gives substance to matter
Its only the mind behind the matter
And only this does matter
All work will remain
just labour of time and effort
Until we understand...
550 reads
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