A new day is coming
A new day is coming or should I say it's already here They've come to take peace from the world until we are living in fear Hiding behind a mask never showing there face Here for the glory but they will find disgrace If you don't go with the flow
SINGAPORE
Singapore not a place to be, If you love guns but can't keep, The laws here are Damm strict, With fines and canning for the law you break. Just try spitting or chewing a bubble gum and you'll see. You be at the dock before you can say cheese,
The New World War
Bang-Bang goes the gun as we hide away from time This book and pen is all I've got left to say is mine There's a fire in this beating heart, and it only beats for you Thousands of candles in this dark, but still can't seem to find you You're
"It All Starts Over Again"
This is obviously a war song. I'm in the middle of writing a story, and it in the main character is fighting in a war she has no choice but to participate in. I wrote this song as sort of a "background song" to them marching to an ongoing battle. It is a mix of rap/metal. Italics are of a regular, flowing singing (by a woman in my head), while the rest is harsher obviously, (this time in my head, it's a male.) However it pops up in your head is up to you though.
Riddled Past
Riddles speak of truth.
Freedom
Reflecting back on my country's origins
Letter to the world V: The Shut down edition
I swear politicians learned nothing from the attack on our soil, That when we are knocked down we get up with a violent recoil. Now they threaten and play childish games with our wages, Passing bills around like a actor getting a script in stages.
New Chapter in the Life of I
My mind grows tired, the cigarette refused to burn These hard worn hands, wont stop their shaking!! Thumbling with lighter; now the second time I drop. My thoughts keeps ticking, 'please just make it stop' Lost in a strange, unfamiliar, environm
Happy Birthday Prince Charles
There will be many celebrating today for it is Prince Charles special day Champagne glasses brimming to the rim one thing certain eyes will start to dim Banquets and feasts a plenty dishes price set at twenty All the nobles of the land
unsung heroes
For those involved in wars for the intention of world peace...My respect to all of you whose lives had been pawned for such cause..
A soldiers body
I dreamed this conversation and had to share it. Hope you agree
smile
:-) and the world smiles with you Frown and they will pass you by Say hallo and a hi and smile goes a long way Be miserable they don't want to know Alone you will be Not a sole will want you Cry and cry alone you will be Sad and depressed
Yankee's "40 words" challenge...
I have no idea if this will cut it Yankee but I'm fuelled still by what's happening in my home country. To show respect to the victims I've not posted anything on social media except sharing posts about what's going on...and what people and places are doing, big or small, to help...or at least understands the plight of the victims. I am disheartened that a lot of my own people are rampant in posting "look at me I'm beautiful" or "look at my stuff" kind of photos. I wrote a poem to express my dismay.. from which I extracted the 40 words I have submitted for your challenge.. Thanks for the opportunity...
FLAUNT NOT
just for the moment...
Hero..... a haiku
How great thou art, thou has saved me.
senseless world
Thank you all for your reads. And comments. SR
banksy
Who's this banksy Who draws on walls His pictures he creates Statements his drawings Create He make you think A story he tell His political view His picture tells A polition he is not An artist he is He creates his picture To
A Rifle is not just for Christmas
This is a poem/story about my generations preoccupation with guns... from an early age.
MANDELA - MAN OF GREATNESS
For a very great man, so the world would learn...Unity can be achieved with patience and forgiveness...resilience and strength...sans blood shed....and won....30 something years in prison..only to come out with more potent on his drive for what he believed in...the exaltation of justice and equality among men regardless of the colors of the skin. We are all one and the same...Equal no more no less. Thank you all for your reads..
MANDELA -THE WORLD IS GREAT BECAUSE OF YOU
Just can't stop the flow of my respect as this is the core of my purpose...yet humbled by his unequaled dedication and achievement in spite of the odds...I am his student. With special mention to Martin Luther King Jr and Mahatma Gandhi. Thank you all for your reads and comments..
if only she knows
for those on their prime being called on the front lines... the pawns for our freedom
your quest
Inspired by a blog about poverty from Africa, and all over the world that is suffering with poverty and hunger. Thanks all for your read and comments.
Programmed
Opinion, p.o.v, Vietnam, culture,
Programmed #2
Opinion, p.o.v, culture, society, tradition, cultural differences, sad
Good dreams to share
i wrote is poem to all the wonderful woman out there, how i feel inside how i want to be love when in love it's good to go all in i have been hurt many time able cause of my race i don't know but i will love to find my special one.
FOR ALL WAR VETS, TO WHOM MY FREEDOM IS OWED
I am still crying for my friend RHR and all those who are now misguided and misunderstood, helpless living in a world that can't be fathomed. Deep down is a curse only God can heal. For the veterans who are now living in oblivion. Not because of lack of support from the government but the drugs they used to numb them against the terrors and brutalities of war render them conditioned with an affliction only miracle can cure. Phyllis
Singapore Armed Forces
I say we have a lean mean group, of daughters and sons of Singapore, Ready to defend, protect and sacrifice for the ones we love and lived in this homeland.
micks challange wave of green
happy st patricks day everyone
A BIG "Thank You " from Mizzy. ( Please Read ).,
To all poets who entered or took part in any way in "Mizzy's Green Challenge" I would like to extend my warm thanks. I must say I was bowled over with the response. You are all such a great bunch of people and such fantastic poets, its simply a
Menin Gate Ypres.
The rich patriotic ritual played every evening at the Menin Gate, is a spine chilling reminder of the futility of war, engineered both by Kings and Politicians alike, the cattle slaughter house a more humane place to die than the Fields of Flanders.
old emerald isle
coming out enchanting sparkling shamrocks on a harp playing bewitching music from the irish sea from the mist of hibernia entering a cold mystical island a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean dressed in her forty shades of green her lush
Revolution
I drag my weary feet To the last meeting tis the end of freedom we are all doomed. All venues are closed Now we are defeated Let us drink comrades To the world’s ending, And a new beginning. I weep overcome by sadness For the world’s
Comrades
Another poem perhaps nothing from the Muse and yet I feel the glimmer of thought: As I ride the waves of time There have been many lives Reading the histories of the Crusades I felt myself at the gates of Jerusalem The excitement of victor
swinging with beauty
well hello there can i take your spare thoughts in the air of your mind standing a picture one beauty of a rose blossoming hands outstretched kneeling holding your soft hand tenderly kissing fingertips each fluttering heartbeat swooni
Dien Bien Phu
The Battle of Dien Bien Phu was the climactic confrontation of the First Indochina War between the French Union's French Far East Expeditionary Corps and Viet Minh communist-nationalist revolutionaries.
The martyr
This poem is written for all the big and small head of soldiers,who serve the country,and give us pleaseant sleep by keeping themselves awake all the time of any country....
Desert Rat
Remembering a friend today. He was in the Army.
Palette
Dedicated to all the wonderful Cub-scouts, Bikers, Veterans, and everyone else who hand-carried memorial stones up the mountain today in remembrance of those lost defending this country.
Dreaming Of A Highland Gypsy Maid
Lairg is in the county of Sutherland in the northern highlands of Scotland. And by the way, the story is true:-)
Our Nation
We stand for what we believe in through all our pain and grief. Although our friends and neighbors look in disbelief. The rich seem to control our life as they roll the dice, while the poor stay poor and the middleclass have to pay the price.
Sons Of Scotland
Sons Of Scotland It is sad to hear a summer’s last gasp sigh as through balding forests rising winds cry, when sweet and sour notes fill Autumn’s ear a year’s sun filled season’s last tune we hear! Far more sad when on foreign shore we stand
the easter riseing
I WROTH THIS POMES FOR IRELANDS SONS AND NOW WE HAVE PEACE THATS WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED