The stream (all workshops)
Sorry folks. I have dumped this in the trash can. The reasons you can see in the comments by Senior and Seasoned poets who did not find it appealing. So, I bow to the collective opinion all in good taste and without any regret.
Regards,
My eyes open.
The deep dark, is vast and unchanging.
Memories trickle
I see nothing, fear nothing, feel nothing
Rejected by the empty sphere of Oblivion
I gasp,
for air where there is none
Consumed and fatigued.
Yet no eyes to rub.
Sentience reignited
Yet, in the weakness and forgotten muscles, the tightening fist creaks
Strength,
only in what memory can tell
Thought galvanized
From the calm of the nothing
The wind silences
VIKING or TITANIC
You don't say!
Yes I'd deserve one
sitting atop the
TITANIC
but do not panic
many come here to stay
they need to be pushed away
while some came just yesterday
did you see
how some cynic pushed them away
God... whoever he or she may be
resides in the jungles of mind
cobwebs at times
eyes' blind
but have you noticed
as I do everyday
Newspapers say
1923 born are still on their way
yet 2000 born were taken by a flight straight away
Why can't people stay in their lane?
Stay out other people's marriage
Love one another in knowledge
Not in other people's knowledge.
Why can't meddlers stay their own course
Why can't meddlers stay in their lane?
If he ain't concern with her tone
Why you making it your concern?
She's having everything her way
He's gets all his loving his way
Why can't haters stay in their lane?
The mis'rables loves company.
* Unemployment rate lowest since 2007. But........
I was a well paid carpenter in two thousand eight
then due to the banks' mistakes
I became a victim of cruel fate
I ran the newest textile loom
zero defects was my theme
NAFTA led to my job's doom
I was a solar cell technologist
thinking my cutting edge job safe
then China bought the company...guess you get the gist
I mined coal, I sold homes, I forged steel,
the list goes on and on.....
of things the numbers don't reveal
memories are precious
but dangerous
moments in looking-glasses
labelled yesterdays
from which we sip savours of
gone glories
and outstanding regrets
if we spend too much time with
only the piquancy of past on our palate
we forget to make new reflections
and our lives become
as a hall of mirrors
with continuous
eternal tastings of
old, satisfying flavours
Mama...mama...mama
Where are you now? I just can't
accept..No mama why so soon?
You see I just...I was
planning to visit you on New Year's eve.
Me, my lover, we planned... we did!
Honest! but we thought you got better and it was
difficult because...fireworks. There were
fireworks everywhere and I am scared of them
so we decided to visit you by the next day
but mom woke me up
"Mama's dead! Why didn't you visit her when you can?"
Mama...mama..mama...
My toes wiggled in the cool sand
Waves crashed onto shore, Myrtle Beach
I sat bottom of beach house steps
The ripples move in then move out.
Part of the beach is washed away
My toes wiggled in the cool sand
My heart pulled into the ocean
Cool, damp, salty breeze on my skin
Never before seen an ocean
Its Divine power drew me in
My toes wiggled in the cool sand
Skies meets water in the distant.
Goodbye, Mr Lee
Thank you for memories
of the best years of Singapore
By your side, we have witnessed
the growth of our beloved city
from the old village of yesterday
to be the pride of our nation today
You have championed our cause,
leading us through troubed times.
You have strived with us for many years,
dedicating your life for this country
intern the crust
broken this offering
a defeat the wine on your purity
close my lids
the cold kiss of nite upon
these lashes
and let your soft gentle
lull be wings
to this silent heart
..
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