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Relapse (Friday Night Poetry Corner #184)

Manila: My City at War | Ayala Museum
Ayala Museum
“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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The Children (Friday Night Poetry Corner #183)

Manchester Safeguarding Children Board – Manchester Safeguarding …
Manchester Safeguarding Boards

 

 

Good evening everyone and welcome again to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week, this poem is talking about our children in a working society. This message needs to be heard and understood, there isn’t any excuse to not to read. The name of this poem is called “The Children” written by strugglinglife. I know you will enjoy this work and when you have time, stop by her page for a few to read more of her wonderful work.

thefamilysoul

This poem is dedicated to the innocent lives of young children lost, in an era where their perpetrators are those close to them. Whilst government mulls about increasing the protection of the innocent, this poem highlights their insecurities and the loss of those who have gone too soon. 

They come to play,

They come to play

A shaded game of hues in hurt,

They play and play,

Like children discovering a new trend

Lessons unknown,

They do not listen…listen…listen

The velvet hurt, begins to flow.

When does it end, does it at all

They say it’s a game, you know

Hush…hush…be it not so

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