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Relapse (Friday Night Poetry Corner #184)

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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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Untitled—Friday Night Poetry Corner #176

 

 

Good evening ladies and gentleman, it’s me, K.G. Bethlehem heer for another showcasing of the Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week is a short, haunting with love read by a complex writer name, “– Jen aka Svelte. Also another first is this is the first poem I ever showcased that was untitled. Crazy eh? But that does not take away from this poem, in fact, it gives more to the voice the writer, well to me was trying to bring to the reader, the meaning beyond the voice. Sounds echoing off the surface in an attempt to embrace the core beauty–this poem is splendid fun. Oh, when you are finished please go to her blog and read more of her good works!

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Chasing Stars (Friday Night Poetry Corner #173)

 

Good evening everyone and welcome to another Poetry Corner on Friday night. This week, this poet from the wonderful blog called “A Writer’s Soul” wrote this haunting, romantic piece called “Chasing Stars.” Read this and you will know what your heart has chased or is chasing 🙂

A Writer's Soul

Let’s chase the stars together, catching the wind and her stories,
Each whispered so gently; I missed the most important parts when you wandered off, running to catch you, but you were already far too gone…
Mine to have, mine to hold, but you were like the tide,
Falling in and out with the moon, coming and going with the night sky,
You were mine once, but this love was gentle, so gentle, too gentle,
That one strong gust of wind came, and you were gone.
She carried you off, let you dance onto the next cloud,
And I was left alone in that meadow,
Wishing on a star that had already granted another’s wish….

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