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Friday Night Poetry Corner #186

Welcome everyone to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week is my new poem I just wrote a few days ago. The title is “A walk down the afternoon dreary.” I hope you guys will enjoy it!

A walk down the afternoon dreary,

It contradicts the strength of us,

Manifest everything in beauty. It frames us into existing

Internalize the watcher for self importance while shaming their actions to oblivion

In truth I want to believe in solid nature.

I do,

With no hesitation

As far as my eyes will see.

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2nd Annual St. Louis Author Invitational

Hey everyone! I will be in St. Louis, MO showcasing my books at this amazing event sponsored by Some Unique Magazine LLC. Any authors in the greater St. Louis area you need to check this out immediately!

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Relapse (Friday Night Poetry Corner #184)

Manila: My City at War | Ayala Museum
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“Now but a valley of shudders was Manila, where the famine had become visible as bloated bodies collapsed on the sidewalks.”

 

 

Good evening ladies and gentleman and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week will be about me! Well, my poem at least. This is an older joint I wrote back in 2002 called “Relapse, a killa among men.” The voice in this could be recognizable to some in different parts of their life, as a welcoming thought or a reminder of something horrible.

It’s up to your own imagination. Thanks again for stopping by.

 

 

Relapse
(a killa’ among men)

rotten alliance I
believed called
KAM
dangerous acts preceding
others…
you asked for excitement
and received, KAM
craving for attention,
suitable compliance.
I see,
naw, you conceived
the egoism of
society, but still
sought for
KAM

whirlwind
by breeze
upfront
waterspout
to rainfall
doubt
trouble ground
shakes
prolonged light
fight sheet storms
of landslide pawns,
in spirit is
KAM

you adore wonders, without
insight of its
origins…

Who is KAM?
Certain leaders who grin
and speak with no honor?

Naive masses
cries “whatever”
souljahs gripe for meaning beyond
the information war.

hands in Bushes
marvels
the WAR.

 

                                                                                By K.G. Bethlehem

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