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Big Virge Aug 2014
After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about  
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
  
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
  
What Happened Yesterday ...
Left Many Folks ... AMAZED ... !!!!!
  
To See The London Underground ...
  
BLOWN UP And Ablaze ... !!!  
  
Of Course We've Heard ... REACTIONS ...
From The ... Usual Political Factions ...  
  
But ...
While Things Were ... COLLAPSING ... !!!
  
Where Were They ...  
" G8 " ... Protracting ... ?!?
  
It's ... NEVER Them ... ?!?
That ... Feel The STING ...
But People Who ...
WON'T Be The Same AGAIN ... !!!!!  
  
SOME Have Died ...
While Some ... " Survived " ...  
  
But They May Wish ...  
They'd ... Lost Their Life ... ?  
  
What We ... "HEAR" ...
Is ... " So Contrived " ...  
  
It's AL QAEDA ...
ALL THE TIME ... !!!!!!!!!!
  
Let's Not Keep ...
THE TRUTH ... " dIsGuisED " ...
They Have Got ... Western Allies ... !!!
  
So .....
Where's The Proof  ... ???
To Dispel ... " LIES " ...  
  
That ... Will Be Fed ...
To ... "CONTROLLED Minds" ...  
  
I Haven't Got A Clue ... ?
Try ... MI5 ... !!!  
  
Aren't They The Ones ... ???
Who ... PROTECT LIVES ... !?!
  
They Seemed To Be ... " LOST " ... !?!?!
Did They Need A Guide ... ???
  
It's ... Cars They Drive ...
While Some Have ... DIED ... !!!
  
On ... GUESS WHAT YES ... !!?!!
A ... Double Decker Ride ...
  
But ... " It's Okay ! "
Is What They Say ...  

"Security measures are now in place !"
  
Okay That's Great ... !!!
But The Fact Is THIS ...
  
IT'S A LITTLE TOO LATE ... !!!
  
When MANY NOW ...
Have Met Their Fate ... !!!
  
Isn't  ... PREVENTION ...
Better Than .... " Cure " ... ?!?
  
You'd Better Ask Bob ... ?
Or Try ... Midge Ure ... !!!!
  
LIVE AID Worked ... !!!
It Got A .... REACTION ....  
  
Yeah .....
  
George Bush AIN'T ...
Removing ... SANCTIONS ... !!!
  
Fair Trade Is A Better Way ...  
Than Giving Pop Stars ...  
  
The ... " Political Stage " ...  
  
They Just Want ...
Some More ... AIRPLAY ... !!!
  
Those Who Believe ...
What The Media say ...  
Are ... VEXING ME ... !!! ...
In ... Different Ways ... !!!!!
  
People I Work With ...  
Make Me ... " Laugh " ...  
  
"Virgil, this thing ain't a joke !
Someone in here may have had their heart broke !"
  
That ... May Be True ... ?
  
But Here's MY VIEW ...  

People Laugh ...
Every ******* Day ... !!!
While ... " Many DIE " ...  
In ... " DIFFERENT Ways " ...  
  
NOT ... NATURALLY ... !!!
They're ... " CASUALTIES " ...  
of Things We All See ...
In ... " Societies " ...  
  
Come On Folks ... !!!
You ... Must Agree ... ?!?
  
So ... Don't You Point ...
Fingers ... At Me ... !!!
  
Cos' You ... Like Me ...
Are ... ALL GUILTY ...  
of Making Jokes ...
While Others ... BLEED ... !!!
  
Look At Those ...
Who Had To Sleep ...
In London Hotels ...
  
Beds .....  
DIDN'T COME CHEAP ... !!!!!!
  
These Are The Acts ...
of The ... GREEDY BREED ... !!!
  
I'll Laugh OUT LOUD ...  
Cos' That ... AIN'T ME ... !!!!!!!  
  
People Have ... " Died " ...
  
Yeah It's A  ... TRAGEDY ... !!!
  
But ... How Many Care ... ???
About ... " Those in NEED " ... !!!
  
In Places ... Here ...
In This Country ...  
And Those Who SUFFER ...
..... " Overseas " .... ?!?!?
  
How Many Can Say ... ?

" They think of them ! "
  
Those Living A Life ...
WITHOUT ... " Freedom " ...  
  
It's TRUTH I Talk ...
While You Build Forts ...
To Save ... Yourself ...
From ... " Conscious Thoughts " ...  
  
And Then Want To Act ...
Like ... " You're A GOOD SPORT " ... ?!?  
  
And Think About Those ...
With LESS ... NOT More ... ???
  
Check YOURSELF ...
In The ... Baggage Hall ... !!!!!
  
This FOR SURE ...
I DO ... " IMPLORE " ... !!!!!
  
I DON'T Know Everything ... !!!  
I DON'T Claim To ... !!!
  
But Nowadays ...
  
My Views Are ... " Shrewd " ...  
  
I'm Searching For ... TRUTH ... !!!
NOT .... " Fraudulent News " .... !!!

" It's a power surge ! "
  
REMEMBER Those Words ... ???
  
Cos' Now WE KNOW ...
That Message Was ... BlUrReD ... !!!
  
YES ... With These Words ...
You Must ... CONCUR ... !!!
  
So These Last Words ...
Go To ... " Fake Factions " ...  
  
EVERY Action ...
Provokes A ...
  
... " Reaction " ...
7/7 was a day where things changed dramatically in the UK, and gave artists plenty to say ! .... So, here a few of my immediate views, and indeed reactions to what was fed to the public, by the government, and media news crews !
En soms in die vroee oggend ure **** ek steeds jou stem...
wanneer ek sukkel om te slaap,
                                                                ­                                 maar my lyf deuretrek is van moegheid
                                         , voel ek nog jou sagte aanraking.

Dan ***** jy by my soos die neurie van 'n lang vergete wiegelied in die agterkop,
                                                       ­              of
die weergalming van ons gegillende stemme deur die lang gange van die lewe...

dis dan wanneer die hartseer my tref.
Dit vul die    l e e m t e s     wat gelaat is deur die    s p a s i e s     waar jou vingers altyd so
                perfek
                             In myne gepas het,

in die dooie gevoel,
oor al die plekke waar net jou aanraking
                           soms
genoeg was om elektrisiteit op te wek
                                    wat my nog vir weke speelvol geprikkel het.

Dan vorm dit saam in die [kamers] van my hart,
     waar jou n.a.a.m,
                                    jou < liefde 3
                                                         en jou ~legende*
vir altyd sal bly

... en stroom deur die vensters van my siel...
sodat ek weer 'n gesonde uitkyk op die lewe kan he.

Soos 'n magtige rivier
     loop dit by al die voue af,

       maar altyd met grasie...
en ek huil
Liliana hidalgo Aug 2014
What would it take for someone to open up to someone else?
To let them into the crazy dark mind that people wouldnt imagine you having.
Just for a second you feel relieved.
To let all ure thoughts gather around and be set free from the mind  of where it came from.
Just for a minute you feel free.
Just for a minute you feel as if that person understands you completly.
As you look into her eyes , messages being sent back and forth and back and forth.
With out having to say a single word out.
With out having to whisper it to eachother.
Thats how crazy the trip is, how intense it gets when you feel every single touch on ure skin.
How you all of a sudden become so aware of everything.
Oh how i love this tripy trip.
AnnaStorm Dec 2014
Som programmerede robotter søger vi efter drenge
For vi vil gerne glemme at vi er robotter
Stivnede stål i en tid fuld af uopdaget blødt guld
Men guldet er sjældent hvor vi er nu
Sammen ruster vi i vores bløde senge
Værelser med kvindetøj og madrasser
Som at glemme hvem der kunne være
Og hvad vi ér udenfor sengene
Vi er ramt af en tid hvor ure går bedre end os
Og hvor vi langsomt irre og bliver grønne
Nu, er nu hvor vi må elske unge
Fordi guld ikke ruster
Kampklar
Ek het jou verloor tussen die lyne van my eksamen blok...
Jy was die orde in my
Lewe, die yin
Van
My yan....

My tipografie is
A
F
Want dit was jy wat
My met
Grense ingehok het
En my weerhou het
Van die eindelose hartseer
Wat in vryevers
Verskuil lê...

Maar ek het my eksamenblok
En jy het jou lektor wat
Veg
Vir die aandag wat by hom moet wees
, maar gemors word
O
P
Mense
&
Dinge
wat jou verlei...

Ons laatnag gesprekke
Ons saamlag-
Saam sing-
Saam huil-
Saamwees-
-sessies probeer vir lewe en dood klou...
Maar In die tiktak van
Die horlosie verdwyn
Die laaste bietjie van jou...

Jou ure is nie
Meer dieselfde as
Myne nie...

En die beelde van jou
Is nou slegs
'n goeie herrennering
En 'n hartseer what if...

Totsiens
Poetically QUEEN Jan 2021
I believe I can be free from you
That the memory of you is less a tattoo
More of a bruise

Painful
Not permanent

Yet a memory
still
Is what you held me
And yet still lingered briefly
was the belief I had in being your wife

Your King’s crown
Only a fool’s gold
from Jill Scott’s script-ure

Karma is my favorite *****
and I won’t even have to wish her on you

Your demise
already Materialized
in the form of Your weakness’s
Imprints on me

To be clear
This is about me now
My evolution
almost makes me want to thank your ***** ***

Because What I’ll do with this hurt
Is God’s work
Breaking generational curses as I
Dare to heal in public
The audacity of me


See...You never understood me
Never bothered
You may have taken my first time from me
But you were the only one slaughtered

You’ll never forget
The night you killed your soul
I’m your tattoo...yet stranger
Judgment day will be your toll

&...
For me?
The ampersand runs deep

A magnolia blooms in my womb
No longer A tomb
for all the Ways
yo mama didn’t love you

Will you tell her you hate her?
Once you do
Will you tell her to
“Get that look off your face you act like you never been in pain before”
Look her in the eyes when you do

That’s your thing right?

It wouldn’t be your first time anymore either
You don’t have **** to lose
Gon head...Let that hate sink deeper
Heal in the light
Evolve always
Brycical Jun 2015
I write to remember myself
as the gray groggy foggy world hisses static noises
the loud clouds with jagged glass edges look to shred.
Sometimes I don't even feel pieces stuck in my bleeding spirit--
leaking ancient memories of magical imagination lands
where genies, centaurs and shadowy demons threw parties
with me as as the effigy on a pyre.

I write to remind myself
of my gypsy campfire spirit of honest expression--
each written word strips away another layer of clothing
dancing, a **** psychedelic sufi with Rorschach wings
watercolor tattoos of musical grooves pour out from my throat
as the roaring noises of cult-ure's hymns billow
around with clash jangling crankling sounds.

I write to remember
echoed words from eons past
beating and breathing through me,
an infinity of laughing gasps gassing anxious neurons
screaming from the shattered  shards of surrounding glass clouds--
reminding myself I can choose the reality.

I write so I'm not in a fugue of confused pain.
Ek het jou verloor tussen die lyne van my eksamen blok...
Jy was die orde in my
Lewe, die yin
Van
My yan....

My tipografie is
A
F
Want dit was jy wat
My met
Grense ingehok het
En my weerhou het
Van die eindelose hartseer
Wat in vryevers
Verskuil lê...

Maar ek het my eksamenblok
En jy het jou lektor wat
Veg
Vir die aandag wat by hom moet wees
, maar gemors word
O
P
Mense
&
Dinge
wat jou verlei...

Ons laatnag gesprekke
Ons saamlag-
Saam sing-
Saam huil-
Saamwees-
-sessies probeer vir lewe en dood klou...
Maar In die tiktak van
Die horlosie verdwyn
Die laaste bietjie van jou...

Jou ure is nie
Meer dieselfde as
Myne nie...

En die beelde van jou
Is nou slegs
'n goeie herrennering
En 'n hartseer what if...

Totsiens
trf Dec 2016
Crackling. Rocking. Crackling. Creaking and oscillating, a century old **Mahogany Wood seceded to the paSsage of time.
Particles of sand, confounded by the Peninsula’s chaotic, blasting breeze now revealed a shade of burnt tar.
   Outside of the second floor Maissonette, sways the rocking chair once warmed by Grandpa.
A Tactless, impatient, rhythmic Requiem Bashes near the wiNdow pane as the sunset falls Under the frame.  
                                                        ­    Empty Folklore presides like the Residue of a once lambent effigy…                                               SwOosh. Hush!
           Cocktails were a Preamble to lunch like diabetes to Nephropathy.
Corrosive Rhetoric seeped in to expose the ego of a Sommelier.
     A smile would Parachute down when you needed it like Nicotine to remind that no Precedent had been set, just an Anomaly.
                     Cutthroat beginnings, this was no Analog man.
        In grade school his Cosmos found Zion and “The world to come”.
        This baby’s Cradle, abandoned High atop a mountain was blown by a Chinook towards the Atlantic.
                “I was found swallowed in a stained Table cloth by Balkan children on a treasure hunt, with no Guarantee and no resignatIon. "
                     The boTtle narrates these chronicles and a smile parachutes down when you need it like nicotine.
                                          Dionysus Crafted his accounts while most Garnered his spiels with Snide.                               As they witnessed dream remembrance; he thought his memory was Presumably accurate, and although his tales were triFling to the gathering audience, they became his Heliocentric history.
            Calling me a young Galleon and handing me a map, Grandpa scanned his hand across the vast land
       guaranteeing trEasure would be found if I had no resignation.
               This Asinine assertion to my teenage sister Symbolized the Barring of her unheeding imagination by time and then a smile parachuted down just when she needed it like nicotine.


_TRF
In the bathroom of a pizza parlor there was an elongated, framed b&w; picture of the periodical table of elements. I took a picture of it and my flash glared in the middle which I thought looked neat so I manipulated the image so it was skewed and a little blurry and the above elements were the only ones that I could actually see from the photo. Credit to Breaking Bad.
onlylovepoetry Jun 2023
I am afflicted with a 24/7 romantic nature (olp)


genetic or prophetic, the consciousness seeks out
the tiny things, the soft stroking, the single flower,
the necklace iridescent, a new love poem,
(if such were possible!)

the overflowing heart dam is spilling over in relief,
now, merely tolerable fulsome, we go about the day
ever alert for the next new way to, say it again
but differently, a happily exhausting task, this 24/7
employment contract that grants no vacation days,
so if your eyes should foresee my eyes a-glistening,
my lips moving silently recording a new conceptualization,
do not disturb
if you please, for this contract offers
no excuses, especially for
Acts of Nature!


…………

“Unpredictable and verifiable acts of nature (such as catastrophic fire, flood, tornado, earthquake, or other acts of nature of similar intensity) or other unpredictable and verifiable circumstances beyond the control of the unit member which precludes (or includes!) the unit member from reporting to duty.”
poetrylover17 Jun 2014
ure the slow poison,which looks otherwise
the patient killer with a criminal mind
im that moth attracted to the light
im that victim completely blind
ure the flame which ignites
the matchstick that shines bright...
at first,for a while...
n then only to die...
but my ashes will remain
n time erases time
n ill be the one who will survive
ill be the cure to ur bite
ill be the one with the fresh start
n ull be the one alive,but a with a dead heart
KathleenAMaloney Sep 2016
Waste Not True Be
Beautiful Life
Spring From the Rotten Flesh

Seeds Thrown Away
Each One Perfect
Fruit of The Compost
Child
Great Strides
Are Made By Ghes
Who Art Thou?
That Rewrites the Word
By Circumstance
From Free?
Art Thou Free Choice
Given
By Wisdoms Homecoming
We Are Seen
Family of Selves
Throughout The Now
Eternity
Caves Doorway
New Mu Be

Through
The Caghedral
Of Roughen
Loughan's  Blessings
Filled With Nothingness
Light Divine
By Each
Was Life Sprung
Lifting
Our Paris Played Sure
Pain Was But A Virtue
Of Tge Accusation
Came
For To Bless Us
Was Our Crown Made Ure
One Word Ire
That is The Ore
Of Life
One
Onw
Onwards Wford
Ours  is Given Forwatd naught
It's Been  bee as it May
I've Already Been
This Path is Known
I feel It
It's Carriynh me  crow is Hidden  Magic
Many is Me  She My N
N is Majic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic
K is Chance chance chance chance chance
Choice Choice Choice Choice Choice
Collin CollinCollin Coliin Omire Omeir
One or one ire moire moire moire OMIRE
Omire O Meir.  O'Mire
Omire Where art Thou ?
Cry for You
Cry
Whole
Where Who Where Who My Black Irishman
where
Wisdom
Www Home Wisom
Come Back
Get Me
snakes Sre Gird
Snakes are Ireland
Snakes R Ire
Ire ire ire ire harp
Harp harp harp harp harp harp harp harp
Harp is Me harp is Golden Golden Golden golden golden golden Golden Golden can Play Can Play play Mu Mu mumy my words area
Mu My Mu Mu s mall words
My Name Is George
She King I King  Muse
I King Collin Harpgolden Harp
I King
I King K King K Queen
Golden Harp
King Threads Song Song Sonf song
Threads
Listen
Threads Listen
Song Spiral
Threads listen Collin King Is Song
Jenny
Is
Song
Snakes like song
Call song call song call sing call song call sing
Ask Question Ask
None is Bad
None
Many that don't bro
Belief is true
God is Goodsnakes R Good


Harp Harp
Harp is me Harp is Thread Harp
WickedHope Dec 2014
FAILURE.** NO GOOD. NOTHING. WORTHLESS.
LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHING. WOR
THLESS. LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHIN
G. WORTH
LESS. LOSE
R. FAILURE.
NO GOOD.
NOTHING. WORTHLESS. LOSE
R. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTH
ING. WORTHLESS. LOSER. FAIL
URE.
NO G
OOD. NOT
HING. WO
RTHLESS. L
OSER. FAIL
URE.
NO G
OOD. NOT
HING. WO
RTHLESS.
Failure.
i  failed   eating,
failed   drinking
failed   not cutting myself into shreds
failed   friendships
failed   sisterhood
failed  mirrors and scales and phone calls
i'm a failure

— The End —