weeding the wars

featured in the poetry forum July 30, 2016  :: 0 comments

so before we pray again for peace
let us crave first for a weeding
for the thistles of wars grown
on the soil of our bruised innocence…

for the constant wars in the black and blue
fathers’ paint on the cheeks of our mothers
under the watch of our little eyes…

for the wars watered by the tears of mothers
in our hearts
from their sniffing sobs
u
p
o
n
our dreamless nights
when the thunder of abuse rips
our calm skies into a forceful pool of weeps…

for the wars beastly pencils of sticky lead
draw on the thighs of our virgin papers-
and helplessness
singeing in us the fire of vengeance…

for the wars in the pinches
that sour the juice of forgiveness in our infancy
and build in us the walls of wickedness…

for the wars we etch
in the brawls of ‘take your bicycle away’
and ‘give me the food i gave you a fortnight ago’…

for the wars of poisoned doctrines
forced down the throats of our childhood
and the seeds of hate planted
i
n
t
o
the survival of love in our hearts…

so before we pray again for peace
let us crave first for a weeding
or we pray in vain
and our wars are eternal…

editors note:

Instead, we enhance them with GMO stamina; war without end, Alas, no more, no more… (We welcome Goodness to our crazy conclave of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page; plus another new one about our poor treatment of words – check it out.) – mh clay

politicsoft word

July 30, 2016  :: 0 comments

on this software
these pages are layouts of repetitions
users discretion advised…

these characters in blacks or whites
are no saints
they are highlights in blued-deception
same documents of villains
copy and paste
spaced-
big font size
bookman old style…

these times new roman are victims
small fonts
no spacing
victims of fate
victims of wars
victims of promised bags of rice
deception
and cash thrown into the games of the swift
expendables for camp-pains
cut and paste
backspaced
done…undone
saved and enslaved…

‘of every key on the keyboard
you may freely hit
but of the ‘delete key’
you shall not hit
for in the day you hit
you shall surely die’

we are
cut and paste
expendables…

on this software
these pages are layouts of repetitions
users discretion advised…

when you tell us the next lie

featured in the poetry forum February 21, 2016  :: 0 comments

when you tell us the next lie
remember we know a snake from a fish
and the truth is not a costly buy
when you tell us the next lie.

to chase the stars is not a do or die
this heart knows it is a wish from a wish
when you tell us the next lie
remember we know a snake from a fish.

when you tell us the next lie
remember we know a snake from a fish
and a laughter near from a far cry
when you tell us the next lie.

to bridge a truth a lie cannot make a tie
this heart knows to eat stars is of a patient dish
when you tell us the next lie
remember we know a snake from a fish.

when you tell us the next lie
remember we know a snake from a fish
and a tsetse from a house-fly
when you tell us the next lie.

to mix a truth a lie makes a true-lie
for we know the good from a pile of rubbish
when you tell us the next lie
remember we know a snake from a fish.

editors note:

To constant true-lie (snake or fish), “We’ve stopped listening!” – mh clay

once upon our love

featured in the poetry forum November 24, 2015  :: 0 comments

the cries and smiles we shared in love and dreams
was once a bliss of life enjoyed and gone
our passions drowned unseen in silenced screams…

in graceful dance of feet and fun
we held so close and lipped a kiss so fine
our hands, with mine on yours was two as one…

we loved and promised, ever yours and mine
in stills, in storms until our deaths and ends
to cherish, keep, to love for life in twain…

our love faded soon on stormy beds
we etched the this and that that wrecked our love
and left our lives, our hearts embittered shreds…

it was a love once rained on us from above.

editors note:

Another, once held tightly; now, taken, though not lightly, in terza rima. – mh clay