Submissions by yeboaheu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2013 2:23pm
29th Jun 2013 2:23pm
to our successors
You blossoming seed placed in sterile earth
You'll soon find your soil
for now harvest from dirt.
Your soul can break it's earthly coil
ride air of heavens tide
it stays latent in clay carcass
you have no choice but to abide.
Yet walk morbid loam
with head held high
advance
find what you seek.
All manner of thorns imperil your path
but they draw blood from the weak.
So take it from me
you'll be forced to your knees
but the world stays at your feet.
Like Icarus, soar and claim the sky
be a rose that grew...
You'll soon find your soil
for now harvest from dirt.
Your soul can break it's earthly coil
ride air of heavens tide
it stays latent in clay carcass
you have no choice but to abide.
Yet walk morbid loam
with head held high
advance
find what you seek.
All manner of thorns imperil your path
but they draw blood from the weak.
So take it from me
you'll be forced to your knees
but the world stays at your feet.
Like Icarus, soar and claim the sky
be a rose that grew...
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Oct 2012 5:30am
1st Oct 2012 5:30am
Remember why the caged bird flew (tribute to angelou)
The caged bird utters bemused tweet
ignorant to the truth, yet aware of deceit
It wishes to die
for its life is a lie
he's condemned to his feet
when he's made for the sky.
Spent all his known life
confined to a cage
his protest unheeded, fell silent with rage.
But once in a while he sounds painful trill
for desires unknown but longed for still
Gone are the days of somber songs
a new wrathful melody
seeks right for the wrong
seeks an end to his squalor,
endured for so long
he dares for the sky,
where he...
ignorant to the truth, yet aware of deceit
It wishes to die
for its life is a lie
he's condemned to his feet
when he's made for the sky.
Spent all his known life
confined to a cage
his protest unheeded, fell silent with rage.
But once in a while he sounds painful trill
for desires unknown but longed for still
Gone are the days of somber songs
a new wrathful melody
seeks right for the wrong
seeks an end to his squalor,
endured for so long
he dares for the sky,
where he...
#birds
#narrative
#MayaAngelou
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2012 11:16pm
24th Aug 2012 11:16pm
carbine reflections
Can you see me caressed
by the grip of welfare,
strapped to a jake's waist,
protect his affairs
Can you feel my void stare
when we meet eye to eye,
when I bust,
no protection,
give birth to demise.
I may not bring justice
but I can make things fair
some hate me,
all dread me,
hold me if you dare.
I can't bring you hell
but you will feel my heat
I may not be worshipped
but you'll kneel before me.
I'm a blighter of peace,
a bringer of violence
my deafening cries
can bring all to silence.
I'm...
by the grip of welfare,
strapped to a jake's waist,
protect his affairs
Can you feel my void stare
when we meet eye to eye,
when I bust,
no protection,
give birth to demise.
I may not bring justice
but I can make things fair
some hate me,
all dread me,
hold me if you dare.
I can't bring you hell
but you will feel my heat
I may not be worshipped
but you'll kneel before me.
I'm a blighter of peace,
a bringer of violence
my deafening cries
can bring all to silence.
I'm...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2012 3:05pm
31st May 2012 3:05pm
media
Heavens thunder
muted,
sputniks descendants sound their battle cries,
arousing their armies to battle.
crushing regimes like castles made of sand.
laying siege to the senses
Arming its minions with black, honey combed maces
bludgeoning answers out of your skull.
Shields to steal the whispers of wandering lips
and those fiendish 3rd eyes
forever flashing
blasting holes in the night
till it bleeds sunshine.
Truth maimed,
left to die
bleeding faintly into the gutter
linking ignorance of past,
to apathy...
muted,
sputniks descendants sound their battle cries,
arousing their armies to battle.
crushing regimes like castles made of sand.
laying siege to the senses
Arming its minions with black, honey combed maces
bludgeoning answers out of your skull.
Shields to steal the whispers of wandering lips
and those fiendish 3rd eyes
forever flashing
blasting holes in the night
till it bleeds sunshine.
Truth maimed,
left to die
bleeding faintly into the gutter
linking ignorance of past,
to apathy...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2012 00:06am
27th May 2012 00:06am
Its fun to dream
What do you do,
when people are crying,
when peace is sold
and nobodies buying?
Because the real money,
is in dying,
thats why guns have their own stores,
violence is at core,
man excels at killing,
that's why we adore war.
What do you do,
when you have nothing to fight for,
don't want to do wrong,
but there's a lock on the right door?
When media is designed,
to desensitize eyes,
so that they remain dry,
stay blind in the...
when people are crying,
when peace is sold
and nobodies buying?
Because the real money,
is in dying,
thats why guns have their own stores,
violence is at core,
man excels at killing,
that's why we adore war.
What do you do,
when you have nothing to fight for,
don't want to do wrong,
but there's a lock on the right door?
When media is designed,
to desensitize eyes,
so that they remain dry,
stay blind in the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2012 00:02am
27th May 2012 00:02am
a choice
We all lusting for our portion
but in the quest for fortune,
morals are repudiated,
truth and fact have been sedated.
Society based on the law of the blonde hair and blue eye,
in contempt I view surroundings and I ask myself why?
This question is rhetorical,
the answers deplorable,
living lives of bliss ignorance,
ceaseless greed, hopeless sorrow
and so tomorrow coming later than usual
as we tirelessly wait on pity,
from those who show us enmity.
For money...
but in the quest for fortune,
morals are repudiated,
truth and fact have been sedated.
Society based on the law of the blonde hair and blue eye,
in contempt I view surroundings and I ask myself why?
This question is rhetorical,
the answers deplorable,
living lives of bliss ignorance,
ceaseless greed, hopeless sorrow
and so tomorrow coming later than usual
as we tirelessly wait on pity,
from those who show us enmity.
For money...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th May 2012 3:55am
14th May 2012 3:55am
to suffer
Your pain is the elixir by which the physician that is your soul prescribes when you attempt to transgress your mortality, it is the antidote by which your human arrogance is alleviated, the reminder of ones own fleeting existence and the frailty one must exhibit before their reality. Therefore, do not rebuke your physician or his elixir. Accept it and drink it in peace, humility and tranquility. Pain is the necessary price we pay to remind us that we are alive. Therefore, show no impudence toward it, or cowardice. Embrace it for it may not be what you want but it is what we all need.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th May 2012 3:54am
14th May 2012 3:54am
dreaming of the final act
Slowly realizing that we are not special,
beautiful or unique.
That the only thing separating us
from the rest of the decaying material,
is the fact that we walk upright.
No purpose,
inept and bemused.
Looking with eyes
obscured with yellow tape.
Tasting compressed plastic
cracked freedom,
hysteric screams in my mind,
Lay my picket down in defeat,
read between the lies.
Trading inquest for security,
as the opulent conquer unopposed,
tossing the keys to our blue and white collar chain. ...
beautiful or unique.
That the only thing separating us
from the rest of the decaying material,
is the fact that we walk upright.
No purpose,
inept and bemused.
Looking with eyes
obscured with yellow tape.
Tasting compressed plastic
cracked freedom,
hysteric screams in my mind,
Lay my picket down in defeat,
read between the lies.
Trading inquest for security,
as the opulent conquer unopposed,
tossing the keys to our blue and white collar chain. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2012 00:17am
11th May 2012 00:17am
untitled
Resist anything that's not natural,
renounce everything that is farcical,
refuse to let grim situation worsen,
ignore anybody thats disrespecting your person.
Refuse to be afraid,
we have everything to gain,
resist the indifference that has kept you locked in chains,
it's a jungle out there,
soon we'll all feel the pressure,
they say its all good,
we can make it all better.
A persistent glibness dominates this area,
the long arm of the law
is just a long...
renounce everything that is farcical,
refuse to let grim situation worsen,
ignore anybody thats disrespecting your person.
Refuse to be afraid,
we have everything to gain,
resist the indifference that has kept you locked in chains,
it's a jungle out there,
soon we'll all feel the pressure,
they say its all good,
we can make it all better.
A persistent glibness dominates this area,
the long arm of the law
is just a long...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2012 8:19pm
8th May 2012 8:19pm
Freedom is
between the bullet and ink,
the multitude and the one,
where match has found powder,
where ideas have found guns.
Between foe and friend,
the rise and descend,
a peaceful beginning,
born from violent end.
Between the dreams of the young,
the impatience of old,
where the heart burns with pride,
but the soul has turned cold.
Between the indifferent rich,
the proles who've grown tired,
where a sea of blood,
meets horizon of fire....
the multitude and the one,
where match has found powder,
where ideas have found guns.
Between foe and friend,
the rise and descend,
a peaceful beginning,
born from violent end.
Between the dreams of the young,
the impatience of old,
where the heart burns with pride,
but the soul has turned cold.
Between the indifferent rich,
the proles who've grown tired,
where a sea of blood,
meets horizon of fire....
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th May 2012 8:18pm
8th May 2012 8:18pm
Dear god
I can't thrive off spirit and scripture,
the picture became clearer
if the meek claim the earth
why must we bend before richer
found no mana, in this land
where morality is banned
Now disillusioned, I unclasped my hands.
Your edicts, commands,
all you've foretold,
have let blind lead the blind,
caused pure havoc and woe.
Hearing crooked ones babble.
Berated with lies,
we gave them our ears,
gave them our fears,
our tongues
our...
the picture became clearer
if the meek claim the earth
why must we bend before richer
found no mana, in this land
where morality is banned
Now disillusioned, I unclasped my hands.
Your edicts, commands,
all you've foretold,
have let blind lead the blind,
caused pure havoc and woe.
Hearing crooked ones babble.
Berated with lies,
we gave them our ears,
gave them our fears,
our tongues
our...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 8:59pm
12th Apr 2012 8:59pm
sick of...
I exist in depths of solitude,
pondering a goal:
to live in peace with habitat,
yet still preserve my soul.
I yearn to be accepted,
from all to get respect,
but in doing so, I betray myself
and that I won't accept.
A young heart with an old mind,
internal conflict never ceased,
outside of that, a divided world,
its so hard to find some peace.
I can't join in the complicity,
to wallow in simplicity,
recluse myself instinctively,
remove myself submissively.
So each day i wake in anger,
fuelled by bitter hate,
don't...
pondering a goal:
to live in peace with habitat,
yet still preserve my soul.
I yearn to be accepted,
from all to get respect,
but in doing so, I betray myself
and that I won't accept.
A young heart with an old mind,
internal conflict never ceased,
outside of that, a divided world,
its so hard to find some peace.
I can't join in the complicity,
to wallow in simplicity,
recluse myself instinctively,
remove myself submissively.
So each day i wake in anger,
fuelled by bitter hate,
don't...
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