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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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Haiku a Day #2 (Friday Night Poetry Corner #182)

Welcome everyone to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. I want to go back to reading more Haikus so this wonderful poet–Radiant Spleen fulfilled that need of the poetry corner. This is the “#2 day of a Haiku” and it focuses around a butterfly. In what way? You just need to read this brilliant haiku and post. Also, journey to this poet’s page and read more to their works. You won’t be disappointed if your tastes are similar to mines.

Radiant Spleen

An ecstasy of
fluttering butterfly wings
your kisses haunt me

Can I keep this up for 30 days?  We’ll see.   I feel a little like Evel Knievel trying to jump a motorcycle over a shark tank in Vegas. (Google it, youngsters.  His failure is on youtube for all to see.)  And to write a haiku in the fuller intent of the form (see Basho) and not just cram any old words into the 5-7-5 haiku format.  You can do that all day.  For example, my morning so far:

I got out of bed,
bathroom stuff, wrote for a bit,
did yoga, painted

And speaking of painting, to make the challenge more fun, I’m going to try to doodle-up a quick watercolor to go with them when I can.  It’s not part of the challenge I’m giving myself, and some days I know I’ll be lucky to just write a haiku…

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picture (Friday Night Poetry Corner #181)

Abstract Painting – Abstract Art Original Colorful Funky House Painting Home On The Hill By Madart

 

 

Welcome, welcome, welcome everyone to the first Poetry Corner from my extended break. I haven’t featured a Haiku in a while so…

Here you go–Picture by a poet called “ITSEEMEDIMPORTANTATTHETIME”

Hmm…this is well written and it caused my mind to wonder, searching for a meaning. I hope it does the same for you.

It Seemed Important at the Time...

No two tales alike,

infinite worlds to explore

from just one picture.

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