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Sun
heavenly
protectress
sister of moon
watching
ages
~
powerful
energy
mother of light
illuminating
bright
~
vibrant
warmth
aunt of life
embracing
all
I've been here a little over a year
And never would have guessed
That in the reading of some poems
I would end up so depressed

Have these people ever stepped out in the sun
To breath in the fresh air
I'm not trying to put them down
I am one who really cares

I've found in life it's all in the attitude
So if your one of those on the brink
Please back up a step or two
Before you take the final leap

And try to think of happy thoughts
Like skipping in the park?
Butterflies and puppy dogs?
Might bring you from the dark

How about cotton candy?
The Circus or the Zoo?
You might want to try something fast
Before you totally come unglued

Well, I'm felling much better now!
I hope that you are too and this diatribe has helped you
Cause if you stay on this demented path
I'm afraid the best of life you'll lose
I know poetry is an outlet (therapy) for many to get their feelings out. It's just some poems are so heartbreaking I truly feel the pain but know personally there is a happy side to life. Face it, life is hard for all of us, some harder than others but a lot of it does have to do with attitude. So let's get out there Buckaroonies and take on this day!!! Let's do this! Who's with me! Hey....where'd everybody go?
Nurture your fertile dreams
Those are your wings to fly
To distant lands and beyond
Enriching the earnest mind
With the folklore of mankind
Dreams meeting dreams
It can take you beyond Ether
Dreams help you meet
With the higher consciousness
Dreams give you wings to fly
The wind has blown against my face
For far too long now
But I'm not giving up
I will not bow

I will do this my way

Sitting with a gun pointed at my face
For far too long now
Or not long enough
I've been asked not to grow

I am still standing in front of you
But you won’t ask me how I am
Look at me here I am
Here I feel

What's inside my head is real
Don't make me suffer shame
I say an abject lie
'You are not to blame'

I will do this my way

I won't say ‘I hate you’
But I do
I will say 'I love you’
But I don't

The wind has been blowing in my face
And you just sailed your kite
As I pulled myself from the darkness
With all my empty might

I did it my way
I had to
Thanks to you
 Jul 2014 Meenu Syriac
r
Dead drop
 Jul 2014 Meenu Syriac
r
Underneath the painted rock
you'll find a key
I ain't much for hiding
but that's just me
There's a book of pomes (yeah, pomes)
beneath my pillow
You might find one or two
to your liking
But that's a'right if you don't
I wrote 'em
for you, any ol' way
Come September
if I don't remember
where I hid my key
That book of pomes'll be
still beneath my pillow
If you care
to take a read.

r ~ 7/12/14
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I wake up in a dream
and see you smiling,
in the kingdom of slumber
you are my only queen.
ആഗ്രഹ സാക്ഷാത്കാരം

ഒരു സ്വപ്നത്തില്‍ ഞാനുണരുന്നു
അതില്‍ നിന്‍ പുഞ്ചിരി കാണുന്നു
സുഷുപ്തിയാം സാമ്രാജ്യത്തില്‍
എന്‍ ഹൃദയറാണിയായ് നീമാത്രം.
 Jul 2014 Meenu Syriac
Piglet
I don't want to go out dancing
I don't want to "hang" with boys
I don't want to wear a push up bra
(Not that there's much to push)
nor make out in some grubby car.

I don't want to cake on make up
I don't want to weave my hair
I don't want to wear stilettos
Or a skirt cut up to where??

I just want to write my poems
play my games and read my books,
have some decent conversation
not based around a popstars looks
(Or the *** he's *******)

I know I'm odd but please don't judge me
I'm a girl, just not the same
call me names and laugh behind me
call me ******, call me lame.

Maybe someday you will see me,
well payed job and handsome man
and wonder how I got that lucky
just by being who I am.

Yet for now you only see me
as a nerd, a geek, a jest,
Take your hot pink lip gloss, sweetie
and push that pram like all the rest.
And Gaza Says," O the Sons of Adam
The people of Moses
The people of Muhammad
Stop Will You?

I feel the Tankers on my body
They are trampling me

I hear the Missiles
They pierce through My Soul

I see the tearful Widows
the cries of the children
Fear in the Eyes
the Funerals

I hear the pleas
I hear the screams
the cries for help
the prayers
the curses
the complaints to the Almighty


Blood is Smeared on to My Face
Human blood- a Precious blood
The blood of Adam

I am ploughed
often daily
to bury the lifeless
the young
the old
the men
the women
the infants

I see debris,destruction
devastation
the helplessness

I feel the hatred
in your hearts
your words
translated through your actions

I wonder
Why are the innocents paying the price
of this War?

O Sons of Adam
O the Sons of Abraham
Don't Forget
O You the People of Moses
O You the People of Jesus
O You the People of Muhammad
Your Lord
Your God
is but One

Fear Him

He hates Oppression

Did you all
forget
the Fate of the Pharaoh?

the Worst of the Oppressors."

( Peace be Upon All the Prophets)
Stand Up for GAZA Stand Up for Humanity
Dense, dreary clouds roll
Drenched under the grey, I watch
Gloom bring forth new life.
It begins innocently, just a twitching
Behind the tip of my nose
I absently rub it away
Still present in our conversation.

The sensation grows into a relentless itching
Unleashed upon the roof of my mouth.
I chastise the insolent itch with my tongue
And return to our earlier discussion.

A sudden complete blank, I can only anticipate in futility
Waiting at the edge of my breath, i wonder
'Is this it?', as I wait for it to take over
But it subsides just as quick, leaving me gasping for air.

Tears come to my eyes, I feel it return again
And the unholy violence held in that second
Makes me heave and convulse momentarily
As my body betrays me to a more primal instinct.

Its over, I look up to see
A grimace and my sneeze plastered across your face
"Excuse me", I mumble shamefully
"Bless you", you mutter behind your tissue.
After a particularly unproductive day, largely spent sneezing, I just had to write a piece on it :P
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