dare we imagine – a world without religion? – that will bring us peace © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/ Written in collaboration with Poets for Peace where the full poem is available, here it is released on five consecutive Wednesdays
I want graffiti chiseled on my tombstone
I want a BBQ for a funeral
Throw some vinyls in my casket
Know that I died doing whatever made me happy
Don’t cry a bit
My life was nice kid…
Pour your self a drink and be happy;
My life LIVED
Whatever art n possessions I got
Not a lot…
Donate them to a charity
Including my organs before they bury me
Life is good and death is never scaring me
See you in the next life
Or wherever we may be…
-Nina
“When everything finally falls into place; you’ll soon realize behind your pain is your grace. “
– Nina
Just give me a pen… Ascend.
Words cut like a knife, embedded n sewn like thread
Bled out poems so I’m light in the head
Here’s the bread.
Whether or not you can weather the hot
Cold, Bold,
Only know what we’re told, it’s
The lives that we know…
I reign down like a thunderstorm…
Tattering Windows on your screen
What’s she coming for?
It’s left unsaid.
We all change faces, n stages, it’s amazing
To look back where we came from
The fate of… ya
“State of mind”…
Time and time again
We find and; (REMIND)
To Catch a moment of bliss…
Sublime n here’s a…
-Kiss-
-Nina
Starfishes
or silver shells,
sea glass pebbles,
blue-green diamonds…
a lost dolphin’s dream,
an angel walking on water,
or maybe the key that opens
all forgotten sand castles,
will we ever know
what a child
running on the beach
is looking for?
~
Enfant sur une plage des Landes (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.
Source: Forgotten Sand Castles
How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;
Embeds my brain. And. How could that…
Be. They’re;
Piling up the dead bodies.
In Bulletproof hotel lobbies
Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly
Northern monopoly
Its flooded. In an open air drug market;
Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic
Users, abusers, thugged out losers.
Breathe…. She…
Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;
She ran away as a kid
And…
It sad to say… The streets a trap;
Praying on the weakest.. Link
We brinked;
The highest H.I.V. rate
I write rhymes…Cause I survived…
And. Time Flies…
On the concrete.
-Nina
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How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;
Embeds my brain. And. How could that…
Be. They’re;
Piling up the dead bodies.
In Bulletproof hotel lobbies
Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly
Northern monopoly
Its flooded. In an open air drug market;
Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic
Users, abusers, thugged out losers.
Breathe…. She…
Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;
She ran away as a kid
And…
It sad to say… The streets a trap;
Praying on the weakest.. Link
We brinked;
The highest H.I.V. rate
I write rhymes…Cause I survived…
And. Time Flies…
On the concrete.
-Nina
Littarily latereral illiterate babble.
How my poems go, thus just a stones throw
My gibberish fished your wish
Out the pond here it is; as a gift…
Go ahead, take it with you and drift through the mist
Pretend it never happened
I didn’t exist.
-Nina
Poem: Forward…
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead
Beckoning us forward. Advance! Progress!
Regardless of the perils and our dread
Of failure, ever onward must we tread.
And no matter how much we feel the stress,
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.
And whether we fly the black flag or red,
The same indignations we must address
Regardless of the perils and our dread:
The starving masses, children barely fed;
And even for those who have even less
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.
So throw away your doubts; let us instead
Rejoice in future’s coming, and impress —
Regardless of the perils and our dread —
Our generation’s mark. Let it be said
We lived, loved, built, and understood that, yes,
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead
Regardless of the perils and our dread.
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