The Best Poets [Reprise]
The best poets are not born yet
Come to Africa, America, Asia;
There are poets of old; renown
Yet there are more unknown.
.
Wordsworth and Shakespeare differs
Soyinka and Clark are philosophers
Don't confuse Religion with Church
They are two seperate things
If no, you can tax your memory
Religion is our belief and how we
communicate with our God
God, our maker made us out of his own love.
But if that love has so deluded us
Then somthing must have gone wrong.
Today, the Church has become more of a business venture;
Pastors now fly on private jets;
Hungry children can't be fed.
.
Poetry, philosophy, and photography
Are all seperate things
If no, you can still ask your memory
They immortalize special moments
And leave the observer out in oblivion
But invention was no intention
to kill out oblivion
At the end, we shall forget them.
For this world is perfectly unfair.
.
Have you yet not heard?
The incidence that happened in Aluu
A community predominated by fools
Four innocent students were burnt
to their deaths
Right before their eyes they were made
to experience their worst fears; hell
Who said there should be another hell
after death?
Then God is not as merciful as they said
But that is not end of what I've said;
Four students were not given a chance
to prove their innocence;
In a matter of munites, that community
head had decided;
- Four innocents must be executed;
- Four innocents must be uncladded
- Four innocents must be bludgeoned
to their deaths
- Four innocents, must be burnt like I've said.
.
That day, angels wept
I never knew Lucifer could shed a tear.
Positions of leadership must not be
given to imbeciles,
For they will take their own anu*s
And use it to decide.
For how long will Nigeria
be cursed with its leaders?
This, I do not know
And Hell, well, Heaven, I still don't get it yet.
.
When I said the Church will steal
your money
I know hipocrites will say I'm greedy
But yet, you can still ask your memory
Who said my God is hungry
He has all to His means in Heavenly
Millions of angels at His bidding
Those alms should go to the needy
I mean the once who are hungry.
.
I have said times and times over time
I detest lines that rhyme
It gives too much humour to my thoughts
And my thoughts should be serious
Even tho' I now sound derilious.
.
When I said man have killed his God
I only meant man have killed his love
And love itself is an embodiment of our God
Without that love there would be no world.
.
O' dear uncle Hesiod
Who gave thou authority to keep Zeus
in Olympus
His world was ruled by his own sexual lust.
.
Listen, fellow Biafrans
They had won that war with our own
starvation.
Who said battles should be won
at the expense of others sorrows?
Together we pray and hope for a better tomorrow.
.
I had not asked God to give me a break
But today His world is ruled by hate.
If his world was made from love
Why did He bring Lucifer upon us?
.
Religion has become a bane of mankind
Love, in heart of man you can't find;
- Pastors will always ask for tithe;
- Bigots will always start a fight;
- Leaders will always tell a lie;
- Life is so frought with strife;
- Christ will always be by our side;
But then, we always walk out of His sight.
.
Where are those that call us black
monkeys?
They have come and gone with our
oil and money
But I swear I have also seen a white monkey.
.
Poems have been written by men
and women who carry
great thoughts with them,
These thoughts would suppress
And choke them to their deaths
Till they write it out in form of poems,
These people, they are, I call them poets.
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Aluu Will Bludgeon You
Have you yet not heard?
Yes, it happened in Aluu
A community predominated by fools.
Four innocent students were burnt
to their deaths,
Right before their eyes they were made
to experience their worst fears; hell
Who said there should be another hell
after death?
Then God is not as merciful as they said.
But that is not end of what I've said;
Four innocents students were not given a chance
to prove their innocence;
In a matter of munites, that community
head had decided;
- Four innocents must be executed
- Four innocents must be uncladded
- Four innocents must be blodgeoned
to their deaths
- Four innocents must be burnt like I've said.
That day angels wept;
I never knew Lucifer could shed a tear.
Positions of leadership must not
be given to imbeciles,
For they will take their own anu*s
and use it to decide.
For how long will Nigeria
be cursed with its leaders?
I do not know;
And hell, well, heaven, I still
don't get it yet.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Best Poets
The best poets
Are not born yet;
Come to Africa,
America, Asia.
There are poets
Of old; renown,
Yet there are
More unknown.
Wordsworth and
Shakespeare differs;
Soyinka and Clark
Are philoshers.
Prose, poetry,
And photography
Are all seperate things
But they paint the world,
And immortalise memory,
Yet leave the observer
Out in oblivion.
But invention
Was no intention,
To kill out oblivion.
They shall forget them
At the end.
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Man Have Killed His God
Tho' I did not walk
With Ajax d'greater
Nor Ajax d'Lesser,
And I know also
I did not feature
In the Iliad of Homer.
But if today you call me
Benjamin the greater
My name you would've
made brighter
'Because tomorrow you
might never
Find anther Benjamin better.
.
This poem I had written
In a cold weather,
And my girl,
She would make me feel better,
But to Church she had gone
With her grandfather.
.
Gone are days, religion
Was near to God.
Today, hell had taken
Over the Church
And pastors now rule
The billboards.
.
When Lucifer
Was cast to earth
He made his Hell
With a legion of
Demons by his side.
If there were to be no Christ,
Right by our side,
Who else would bring us light?
.
Leaders today
Mind what you say,
Tomorrow there
Might be no state,
Just Lucifer, Hell,
And your fate.
These are the things
You cannot escape.
.
Lost are days, there
Was faith in religion,
In heart and actions,
Man have killed his God.
.
Where is the love from
Which our world was made?
Yet we die, and lie in state.
.
Oh mighty Lord! God
Of the Abrahamic Religion,
Today your world is ruled by hate,
Once again we plead,
Bring Christ to our aid.
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A Poem Of Delirium
A poem of delirium
my lines, they're so delicious
even tho' I sound capricious
cook them, you can still eat them up
like a hotdog.
I hate dogs
they're all too barky
miss duckie, she's just too funky
oops! my phone's ringing
who's calling?
hello, it's mr. Longthing.
I don't know why,
my line's always tight
who wanna start a fight?
I've done this before
let me do it again
who can tell his own fate?
my song's always wrong.
I tease Jami
those guys at Germany
they're all so cranky and croppy
they think Jami's coming
she's always want me
she's just too busy
I left for Naomi
Naomi's just another Becky
I opt for Sandra
her dad's also a Midas
we live close in Nigeria
where leaders are also looters.
Tutuola;
he's a palmwine drinkard
he's lost his tapstar
our best tapper,
lets go to death's town together
for that, we must bring him back
and put death in his hell
this world's just another cell
my gush that makes me fret
I must reach my age before my death
you must tell that to them
the ones who have gone before
they have done us wrong.
Don't call this poetry
you can call it philosophy
poetry stinks like bigotry
I hate bigots
they're just a bunch of faggots
They'll tell you they fight for God
but I tell you God is love.
Why I hate photography
it leaves the observer out in oblivion
I wanna be famous
tho' now I sound delirious.
I kill me
I wanna burry me
tell that to Hades
I won't pay Kharon
he can only confine me in tartarus
but I'll tell him he's wrong.
Let's go to America
I'm tired of Africa
Obama is a leader
Jonathan should hear that
we don't need goodluck nor patience
we need excellence,
in government
leaders must learn from example
and avert any trouble.
Africa is a jungle
lets clear out the bushes
and build in new cities.
I've said before
God is love
let's not confuse Religion with Church
I know I'm black
that don't mean I'm bad
America you should hear that
we are not fraudsters
we are only hustlers
the others are criminals.
We should have a seminar
I should tell them I love Lavinia
she was also born in Somalia
I must keep her far from Jupiter.
we don't need a revolution
ours is still a young nation
that needs to be nurtured.
I don't want to be problematic
religious leaders are dogmatic.
A poem a day;
i write all I wanna say
I resign
not my design.
Let us kill hate
else we lie in state
I wanna have a date
with luck she won't be late
Why do I love Chidinma?
she was also born in Biafra
a preacher's daughter
I wanna take her to Jamaica
hope her mother don't get angry
she'll think it is funny
but this isn't Dante's comedy
and Beatrice, found her in purgatory
Virgil, please don't leave me
let's go to Heavenly
Christ, He will let us in.
Don't contemplate
there shouldn't be a debate
stretch out and wait
if you wanna rate,
I'm still the best
who wanna test?
I'll put them to rest
who would sign his own death?
Esther;
this isn't easter
she's a rose
my God, I'm gonna froze
she knows
I don't do dope
I'll buy her a ride
take her to the sky
angels will always fly
they'll never die.
I love Christ
for mankind He died
gave us life
He's my God
I love my God
I love you God.
Speak not miss
you've killed my dreams
I'll never take those pills
if I die, please don't cry
so tired, I wanna go to Christ
Christmas is just another birthday rite
lets celebrate Christ
he brought us light
this is not end of my rhyme
bye..
poem by Efe Benjamin
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No Humour in Heaven
There shall be no humour in Heaven,
Trumpets of angels shall sound
from morning till noon,
This I tell you,
Dont let any one fool you.
Parsons needs converts
The Church of God must prosper,
Bishops in regalia of mayors,
chants and rants like parrots: Tender thy offerings,
Forget their suffering,
I mean the ones who are hungry,
It matters not from where
you got it,
Christ is forgivin',
He shall accept it,
He is in waiting for thy money,
give generously,
Lest Heaven withholds thy blessings.
Is this what the Church tell you?
Take a second look,
refuse to be fooled,
The Church is now a business venture;
Our God is never in need of your
wealth or money,
He has all to His means in Heavenly
Legions of angels at His bid and
calling,
Your service should be for humanity,
I mean the ones who are hungry.
The Church is beeing overrun by
managers
They're a bunch of deceivers,
Don't tell me of religion,
I know where to find my God,
As long as I keep to His love,
He shall forever live in my heart.
With that being said;
I have no more in my head,
I have said my mind and satisfied,
So my verse comes to an end.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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I Don't Get it Yet
Come, come, listen,
And you'll hear, you'll see
Why we live, why we exist
There're three reasons
Man call it philosophy.
But to me it's beyond
human understamding;
Ask the agnotics
They know what I mean,
God, religion, love
Make up our world,
If there's no love
War would cut us asunder,
If there's no God,
There would be no world.
Religion is our belief in God,
How we interact,
With one another
And with God, our maker.
But there's something still,
Lucifer, death, Hell,
Well, I don't get it yet.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Caprice [Bad Poetry]
Caprice
or Capricious,
I'm ferocious
not delicious
taste me
I bet you want to spit me
kiss me
I'm salty
not funky
that's miss duckie.
I hate sundays
hypocrites all over the places
I prefer mondays,
my workdays.
Who's Becky
just too freaky for my liking.
Merlin;
apprientice magic
could have killed Mogana
but that would end the drama
Caliban,
he smelled like fish
Taban said it.
Man to man
Othello beat Iago
who started the trouble.
I wanna beat Paris too
take Chidinma to moon
yes, she's Shakespeare's sister too,
she's my first
who's my first?
Chidinma
a preacher's daughter
Becky can burn in hell
yes, you heard me well
burn in hell.
I miss you miss
beautyful miss of my dreams
you steal my dreams
will you marry me?
my dad,
he did not love me
he did the did and went to sleep
life's so difficult, we could barly feed.
mum,
she did not murder me
I love you mum
you are my all.
Yes, Tricia, Sandra or Felicia
who are you?
where are you?
clear that fog I can't see you
you love me?
sorry I don't love you
I love Chidinma,
you're a gold digger
yes, a coal miner
dig deeper
I'm a gold mine.
Wish I could make her mine,
but I'm scared
her dad may object
will they trust me?
her mum may disagree
but my love is so real
at least she knows my feelin.
Pan,
thou lecherous goat-god,
Echo did scorn thy love,
cut out that reed for thy syrix
her sisters may bring her back.
I'm on my way to America
please don't love me Franscisca
I may not return back
find another in Africa.
Prometheus, dear Prometheus
where art thy fire?
light up thy heavenly flame on my skull
flame on enlightenment
we need sophistication in government.
I don't smile
you know why?
I don't want to start a fight
Angels may come from sky
devils may say he's tight
boulders and mountains may shed a tear.
First lady,
like dummy,
fled past granny
she's cookin in kitchen,
I'm famished,
what's cooking?
politicians with empty promises
we must estrange them from students
else we condemn them to mediocrity.
good job Man U
beat Liverpool in a pool
take a second look,
don't be fooled
Aluu will blodgeon you,
they're a bunch of fools
lo, that's not cool,
I call them poo.
mind you
I love her
Chidinma
I'll never tell her I do
else I upset her father
I'm not that rude,
I must find my root,
my mother love me too
dad screamed with excitement
I bought a car
yes it's for mum
she deserves more.
My last name Benjamin,
never liked politics,
makes me sick.
I want to be rich;
help the sick
the hungry,
the needy,
I'm never greedy.
Why why why
why is it
I love poetry?
it gives me entry
into my world of uncertainty
and gives me voice to say what I see
this is what I see
I see you want to change me;
you wanna change the world,
should we spare the rod?
What is love?
love is God,
God is love,
make a change in your self
I'll make a change in my self.
I love you
do you love me too?
you're my brother;
my sister
let's come together
who can cut us asunder?
let's see them try
together we'll fight
together we'll die
with Christ we'll rise.
Christ has given us home
he has a throne
we're not alone.
In chess,
pawns go first
I'm not a pawn
not above the law.
Orpheus,
you are a bard,
We know you're not bad
play us a song,
from Hades,
let's bring back Euridice,
Odysseus and Penelope
Pluto and Persephone
they're just too greedy
let's depopulate Tartarus
unbound Prometheus
enthrone him in Olympus.
Pastors
like actors
rant like parrots:
where art thy offerings
forget their sufferings
I mean the ones who are hungry,
let's fly in jets,
lo, they're sick in the head
hope they don't fret
when they burn in hell.
Troy,
and Hector
fought like hell
Odysseus,
thou deceptive horse
outwit them without a rue
they don't have a clue
Neptune shall devour laocoon,
and his two sons too.
Ajax,
thou lesser Ajax
ravish Casssandra
Athena is a betrayer,
Aphrodite a panderer.
Discordia,
you are welcome to my wedding
restrain thy golden apples
let's avert the trouble
Aphrodite is stupid?
Paris is crazy,
give him no judgement
else he ruins our government.
God,
is dead
Nietzsche shouted it
Taban took it up,
I take it in,
Love is dead
God is love
who killed love?
you have killed God
Church has buried him,
but I brought him back
now he lives in my heart
love lives in my heart
let's revive God,
as we revive love.
I love my God
I love my neighbour
you are my all,
without you
there would be no world.
this is not end of my thoughts.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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How It Happened
It happened on a sunday noon
As worshippers studied the holy
Book,
A bang was heard from the back
The Church was taken completely
aback.
Boom! Worshippers lie in state
Bigots are at it again,
People call them Boko Haramians,
They have such tendencies like
the Talibans;
They tell you they fight for their
Religion.
But they terrorise the children
of God.
Lord, when will You send again
Your Son?
To make them see Religion is love
Without love there would be
no world.
Haramians have killed their love.
Of course they have killed their
Religion.
But we do not fear Haramians
anyway;
God shall be by us everyday.
I have travelled through the
Northan States,
Seeing how men and women
die for their faith.
It is such a shame,
How Religion has become a bane.
But we don't fear Haramians
anyway;
God shall be by us everyday.
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Jami Nduwimana Petty [With You Only I Have Had Perfect Communications]
How now can I forget so soon
How when we first met
Just two years ago
In the nook and thorns
Of my beloved Africa
And you, far away in America
I was bathing in hell and fire
And the other angels watching
And singing hymns of praises
To the almighty in highest
Praise be to religion
Mohammed and Jesus Christ.
Who invent hell, fire and heaven,
But of cause the camel
Can never pass through the
Needles eyes at the gate
And so certain was my fate
And they all knew how bland a sinner I was
That they needed no Minos
To show me my place in hell.
Purgatory will be too mild for me.
Dante, Beatrice, Homer and Milton
Who has grown a new set of eyes
And can now see as clearly
As a fish under water,
They all passed me by
And wouldn't even say hi,
For I had been a great
Disgrace to the race
Of poets that has ever graced
The face of this searth.
And Nietzsche too, I met in inferno
Shouting in my brains 'God is dead'
But of cause Nietzsche is dead
And Age will certainly die
But before then, let us not confound
Ourselves with such ideas
As foolish as religion.
Those that brought it up
Had only wished to confuse us.
But I must say this here and now
About Hell, well, Heaven,
I don't understand.
But you must say this to my mother
Who was made by my father
Tell them their children are dieing
In thousands;
Tell the we are burning
In Hell and fire
Will they condemn us to another?
And please say this to Jami too
I love you like no other,
For I was dead and gone in oblivion
And just when I thought all hope lost,
You came and dragged me through
The gates of Hell, to life
You gave me a song
A new song,
Though I can no longer sing now,
But you did not only give me a song
You also gave me a love, your love
You gave me kisses, and your lovely kids
I'll never forget that
My dear Jami
I want you to know one thing;
This poem this poem is not finished.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Church Will Steal Your Money
When I said the Church
Will steal your money;
Hypocrites stoop and
Say I'm greedy.
But I entreat thee
Consult thy memory
Who said my God
Is hungry?
He has all to His means
in Heavenly.
Legions of angels
At His bid and calling.
Your service should be
For humanity.
I mean the ones who
are needy.
Let us now look back
To the time of Christ
He never asked for
A dollar nor a dime,
He said,
Give out your wealth
to the suffering;
I mean the ones who
Are hungry.
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0005 Totally Boring Poem
I’m totally bored by:
poems that sound like other poems
poems that try to sound unlike any other poems
poets who never take risks
poets who think that taking risks
makes them good poets
poems with 'meaning'
poems with no meaning
poets who slag off other poets
as if that achieves something
poets that tell you that rhyme
is not for an age but for all time
poets that tell you that rhyme is outmoded and boring
poets who think that the poetry of 'the past'
is greater than that of 'the present'
poets who think that the poetry of 'the present'
is greater than that of 'the past'
poems that tell you the poet's the first to discover sex
poets that tell you they’re the best sex you’ll ever have
although you’ll never meet them to find out
poets that tell you they’ve been dumped
poets who've never known love and being dumped
poets who are ambitious
poets who are unambitious
poets who tell you all about higher things
poets who reject higher things
poets who think life’s just a joke
poets who think life’s no joke
poets who sit on the fence
poets who have no sense of balance
poets who despise 'the middle ground'
poets who talk about technique
poets with no technique
poets who just throw down their thoughts
poets who 'work up' their poems to a self-satisfied polish
poets who list what they like (who cares?)
poets who list what don’t like (who cares?)
poets who write about extreme states
poets who think they’re immune to extreme states
poets who tell you why they’re bored
poets who have opinions
poets who seem to have no opinions at all
poets who have boring opinions to air - why choose poetry?
poets who comment on others' poems
as if it's the last word
poets who never bother to comment
on others' poems
poets who don't love poetry passionately
poets who tell you they 'love poetry passionately'
poets who – oh I’m too bored to go on reading this,
how about you?
I suppose you have boring opinions too?
another time perhaps
and oh yes I'm most of all bored by
those who waste their precious time on this earth
being bored
well I feel better for that.
how about you?
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A Song
He is only a poet
He has no name, no wealth
Just words and words unsaid,
His words and poems unread
And I think he's silly
His stupid ideas who need it?
.
But I think it's unfair
Pastors fly on private jets
Leaders lie to their subjects
Hungry children can't be fed.
Religion had caused a strife
Everyday brothers lose their lives
Bigots should be chained
Agnostics, not insane
Athiests should be educated,
Another God, frabicated.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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No Time For Love
I have no time for love
All my time is for work
I have no time for Church
Though I love Religion
And God of the Religion
What do you say
Those Religious hipocrites pray
And I steal
Blessings are not just for those
Who kneel
But for the once who heed
What the Holy Book preach
But I do not care what you think
And I do not love you
I do not love Church
Though I love Religion
And God of the Religion
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King of Sorrow
I am that king of sorrow
Who owns no hope
For a better tomorrow
We all live and die in sorrow,
Dear Christ, it's you we follow.
If a life that I could borrow.
.
I would borrow that of America,
And lend it to my beloved Africa.
If I am privileged to meet with a president,
I would like to meet with Barack Obama,
And tell him how much I like his government.
Our leaders should learn from example,
For Adam can't find for himself another apple
That garden had already been lost to Lucifer.
And Eve is yet another Pandora.
.
Who dared admit the folly on Olympus,
Who could quench the thirst
of Zeus' sexual lust,
Who would blame Hera for
Being so jealous.
.
This world of ours is so perfectly unfair,
There are tales, and tales of Hell still unheard.
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Fantasy Of My Dreams
I am drousing
in my dream
the muses
are singing.
Uncle J.P;
in my sleep
that Agbor girl
still dances.
Over there,
the Sirens;
they are
humming,
and my ship,
I think
it is sinking.
.
Oh, Orpheus
where art
thy music?
Who else could
lure me from
the charm of
the Sirens
if not my
sweet Jami?
The girl that I see;
the fantasy
of my dreams.
.
Oh Tutuola
art thou sober?
together let us
visit the land
of the dead,
and capture death,
and put him
in his Hell,
I promise to be
your new tapstar,
I was also born
in a bush of ghosts.
May we reap from
what we had sown.
People really
don't kno life,
till they stare death
right in the eyes.
I want to live
the right life
so I can have my
place with Christ.
.
Biafra
thou art so starved,
who said battles
should be won
at the espense
of others sorrows,
but brothers;
we hope for a better
tomorrow.
My poems of love;
I dedicate to Africa;
And my love,
she's in America
.
I love you Jami,
when are you comming?
please bring my
heart for me.
The kisses
you gave me,
it's not to be
forgotten,
though it was
only a dream,
but to me it
felt to real.
Your sweet kids,
I think they love me
I wish I could be
their new daddy.
.
Dear Uncle Taban
you are also a Caliban
I wished you
where my father.
My father did it,
and yes, he
went to sleep.
My mother had
been a father,
a mother, all
put togerher.
.
Dante Alighieri
where art thy Beatrice?
Together lets find
another Jami
for Benjamin.
.
America
Thou art lucky
to have Obama.
Who said leaders
are always bad.
I wish he could
Come to Nigeria.
There are good people
in this land.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Time for a Rhyme [ Reprise ]
This is a rhyme I rhymed
And made rhyme
'Cause with you I'd like to rhyme
I don't care if this is art
But it is from my heart,
I want to give my best
Till the day I go to rest.
This I do with pleasure
For you are my treasure
No one can measure.
.
I love you Franscisca
This is my piece of art
Please take it to heart.
Look at the birds over there
They are flying
The sky is so lovely
But I love you only.
.
Oh our world!
Let us talk of love
Why are we breathing?
Are we still living?
If not love, war
Would cut us asunder.
.
Listen America, China, Asia
Your invention
Are they for construction?
Or are they for destruction?
.
What do we want to
Make of our world?
TOGETHER we can make it Heaven
Or we can make it Hell.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Did I Do Something Write?
Have I, in recent days…
made you sad
Perhaps brought tears…
To your eyes
Have I rudely rent the fabric
of your heart
By reminding you of
Old loves and lies
Have I made you smile
With a memory tweak
To times long past
Yet dear
Have I made Your
skin crawl a bit
Shiver slightly
In unfounded fear
Have I made you wonder
Why things are… as they are
Have I made you ponder
If some things… really are
Have I made you snicker
Snort or chuckle
Caused you to dreamily smell
Long faded honeysuckle
Have I made you feel
That I’ve wasted your time
That you could have done Better
than to have read what I’ve written
Have I caused a big grin …With
some asinine rhyme…Made you remember
a certain letter From that special someone…
that you were smitten
Have I gotten Inside your head
To private places…
Thoughts known
to only you
Have I done these things?
If so… My heart sings
For these are things…
That only poets do
poem by David Whalen
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No Religion
We didnt know no better, and they said it could be worse
Some people thought it was blessing
Other people think that its a curse
Its a choice between fact and fiction
And the whole world has gone astray
Thats why theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And theres no straight answers
Of what this thing called love is all about
Some say its unconditional
Other people just remain in doubt
Well I cleaned up my diction, I had nothing left to say
Except theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And they ask what hate is
Its just the other side of love
Some people want to give their enemies
Everything they think that they deserve
Some say why dont you love your neighbours
Go ahead, turn the other cheek
But theres nobody on this planet that can ever be so meek
And I cant bleed for you
You have to do it your own way
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And they ask what hate is
Its just the other side of love
Some people want to give their enemies
Everything they think that they deserve
Some say why dont you love your neighbours
Go ahead, turn the other cheek
But have you ever met anybody whos ever been the meek
And its so cruel to expect the saviour to save the day
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And theres no mystery, and theres nothing hidden
And theres no religion here today
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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After All The Endless Longing To Be Who We Are
IN THE MANNER OF BORGES I WRITE POEMS IN MY OLD AGE
In the manner of Borges I write poems in my old age
And dream that they are not only imitations
Of poems written by others
When we all were young.
Instead I go on now in the darkness of the night
Because the fear of what will be
Is always so deep in me
It does not need Poetry or Happiness or any other Meaning
Outside itself.
We are small sands drifting on the edge of stars
Lesser beings of a time we will never know
All that we have done comes back to us over and over again
As if we never were
I don’t believe I will ever write Borges lines
He wrote them in his own imagined words
And I must in my own little life
Suffer to the end of time
All I have not been
And never will be.
God Who is Good
God of Love
You gave me so much
You did not have to give me Poetry also.
THE REAL POETS
The real poets are few in number and largely known by name
The rest of us are endless frustration in aspiration
Words upon words upon words
Dreams upon dreams upon dreams
Getting and going nowhere forever unheard
The real poets find their anthologized place
And we know them over and over and over again
The rest of us just appear this only once
If we appear at all
And our words and our hearts and our minds
Do not encompass and inspire the endless rereadings
Time and Time’s Wounds make again and again and again
We are once only always forever losts
Nothing will save us
These words too coming in the wake of a long night’s reading
Of the poems of others
Cannot sustain and redeem
Cannot be what they would be
Cannot help and cannot save
Me or you or anyone we love
Even as poetry.
God Who Knows All
And in the End Decides on Everything
Has made us smaller even than the Angels
And our place in the Divine Song
Is not as far as we know
Anywhere heard at all.
Goodbye world
We are going
We have done what we could
We have written and written and written
Oxymandias’ poet will remain
And we will not
The lone and desert sands will stretch away
When we are not even a single grain.
THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH THE ENDLESS SILENCE OF THINGS
The world is filled with the endless silence of things
Dreams in old age are not the dreams of youth – and will never be
Old pain in old bodies stirs the imagination to anger at itself
The history of the universe begins somewhere long before we were born
And when Time ends more Time will not begin elsewhere
Parallel universes pose mathematical riddles to an evidence- hungry horde of physicists who live by supposition alone
And yet underneath it all we are biological beings – brains of our own misperceptions
Clamoring clamoring while on the other side of the moon
The cold goes deeper in us than all the distances we will never reach
Mites and Bites and Little Strings Digital waves and wiry wise things
We are all more than a cave painting with buffalo music beating in the fire
Under the darkness once
When we hunted with small eyes the body’s animal prey
Our spirit said mocking melodies of great and good sounds
Let the Maker of All be One in Love
And less than us may there never be new
The world we love and the people we trust
And the endless game of the transitions
This is a hell of a way to be who we are
And yet some say we are dust more than stars
And under the end of the forever we feel
Only our Names will remain not quite real.
AFTER ALL THE ENDLESS LONGING TO BE WHO WE ARE
After all the endless longing to be who we are
We come in old age to know what we dared never dream
That we as we are are less than we will forever be
And all that we have made is nothing beside
What God alone may make us should God have decided
That we are worth more than the interval here of our own small being
Dust is not enough
And will never be
For what we dream
For those we most love
Bones interred and epitaphs made righteous in stone
Cannot replace the vital thing of each breathing being
So so long ago
I knew when my grandmother died that she Bessie Zeibert- Peshie really- had so much love and goodness she should never be gone
Lost in her very last moments seeking a stolen sweater no one had ever taken
A sixteen year old girl in steerage with her first child who would never marry and live only to help his nephews and niece
God of Love
What are we
So many have died
So many good people
And I here officially an old man yet young enough to begin and thrive again in words
Questioning as I did then and knowing more and no more
We are the end and the beginning of the universe humanbeings kind or unkind
Light too is another name for death when it is forever too strong
I see I feel I know
We are what we are
And You will take us home
In a way we cannot dream now
Something so good as many of us have been
Must never die
And You Alone know how
We will survive
In the endless Infinite Eternity which no one who has ever lived can describe
Or truly understand.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Religion (This is what You have Done)
Relogion O religion!
This is what you have done
From chaos we were brought
Into a world with love.
We are the Christians
With Christ we entered Jerusalem triumphantly.
O Jesus, mighty saviour, truely you are Christ!
After death you rise
It's my my pride you're on my side.
We are the Christians
Of a thousand century
With Christ we rise
With love we followed Jesus
And together we made the Church.
Religion O religion
This is what you have done
From Chaos we were made, into a world with love.
Praise be to Allah
Who oversees all
And we are the Moslems
Wih Mohammed we followed
And entered Mecca triumphantly
And together we made the Mosque.
There is no God but Allah
To Him there shall be all praise.
And to Mohammed His prophet
Showed me the way to Allah
In the Heavenly.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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