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14th February 2018 (Friday Night Poetry Corner #198)

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Good evening and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week we have a deep joint written by Drlroimata called “14TH FEBRUARY 2018.” You will enjoy this and also it will create conversation around the meaning of this work.

written works of d.r.l.r

Acquiring my self worth would leave his attraction fading
to adore me fiercly when able to run rampant on my heart
So i dared hush it to sleep
like he would hush our fruition.

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Purple Hat (Friday Night Poetry Corner #190)

 

Welcome everyone to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week, from Jayne’s Press, this joint called “Purple Hat” will leave you wanting more and wondering why this poem had to end so quickly. Well done Saschia Johnson!

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Welcomed by the man with the tall purple hat  

I could do nothing but freeze and fall back

The wizzies wanged and the scared babies screamed

This place is a real life dark day dream.

Full of thinking thinkers and mind tinkers

I think I’ve done it, some one thing rightly,

Writing writing writing all nightly

Give me a Dumdum to suck while the rest

strive so eagerly to reach their best

But here, yes here, this is where it’s obtained

my life will never

ever

be the same.

-Saschia Johnson

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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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