cabcool
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13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
October Poems 2024 >> when hunger no longer finds pity
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
#birthday
#children
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#war
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
runaway dummy~ cloudhorses.. of the happening deep rainy skies
why are you, being
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
#love
#war
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#music
512 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
runaway dummy~ cloudhorses.. of the happening deep rainy skies
why are you, being
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
#love
#war
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#music
512 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
runaway dummy~ cloudhorses.. of the happening deep rainy skies
why are you, being
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
#love
#war
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#music
512 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
runaway dummy~ cloudhorses.. of the happening deep rainy skies
why are you, being
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
#love
#war
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#music
512 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
3rd Apr 2021 10:28am
runaway dummy~ cloudhorses.. of the happening deep rainy skies
why are you, being
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
the stealthy~ heavy army
'..a march'ing irony, in
rolling stony silence within
your gallopy insidious cavalry..
- - soiled dusts storming up as
thickly veiled sabotaging
cloudiness you are, in the
now blanket staining east west
skies of the glowering sun moon
that your programmed tsunamic ebbs
takes over the aesthetic ritualistic dawn dusks
as ill-streakishly stillborn, to be malformed
corrugated- cannibalistic canvases.. of an
imprisoned rigorous, an indefinite seen ...
#love
#war
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#music
512 reads
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
Badge Of Honor
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
#war
#humankind
#rebellion
298 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
Badge Of Honor
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
#war
#humankind
#rebellion
298 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
Badge Of Honor
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
#war
#humankind
#rebellion
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2 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
Neanderthals Vs Cro-Magnon
Sticks and clubs and spears
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
#lies
#betrayal
#war
#apocalypse
#hypocrisy
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Poetryman
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
Neanderthals Vs Cro-Magnon
Sticks and clubs and spears
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
#lies
#betrayal
#war
#apocalypse
#hypocrisy
376 reads
4 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
Neanderthals Vs Cro-Magnon
Sticks and clubs and spears
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
#lies
#betrayal
#war
#apocalypse
#hypocrisy
376 reads
4 Comments
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