A living being on the earth Seeking so many amazing rides, Facing unbearable shoots and arts Is that the meaning of life?
What is life? Who cares or shares? Who bears? Who roars?
Life is nothing but the Illusion Imagination is its own creation.
What do you mean about this? What does life depict around this phase?
Life! It comes and says- I know so much the fact. No way to show any case Life is itself a casino stage.
The fact lies on the phase Life is the beautiful pace Need to believe and feel Life is the universal reel.
What is Life? Now say this time It’s omnipotent dear Let it flow and clear.
Life is the charm on earth Lit it with eternal arts The heart and mind know all Life is the beautiful pool.
Author S. Afrose hails from Bangladesh, a lover of poetry world. Poetry is her passion. Her writes have been published on magazines, anthologies etc. There are some published poetry books available on Amazon Worldwide. YouTube: S Afrose * Muse of Writes*
Hope
It's the darkest and heaviest days
I've witnessed in my life.
The night is so bleak
And the day is so pale
The earth shakes under our feet
And the sky is swamped with innocent flying souls.
But our faith is stalwart
Like the rooted mountains.
The sun will rise again
And the settlers will leave my stolen land.
The hideous and notorious occupation will end
And all free people around the world will celebrate
A new era of freedom
They'll gather in Palestine,
The flags will wave
And the sweets will be served.
Gaza
Here's Gaza, where hunger becomes a killer,
The buzzing drones become a chronic disease,
and coldness becomes a knife
In the heart of homelessness,
The destruction becomes the witness to the crime.
No flour, no bread, no medicine, no children's milk,
No fuel, no power, no hospitals, no schools,
No safety, nothing except death.
Gaza is starving,
Destroyed, punished,
tortured every minute, hour, day.
It's not a war,
It's a collective execution to a whole land,
an entire people and a complete life.
Ahmed Miqdad (b. 1985) is a Palestinian poet resident of Gaza. He has a B.A. in English and a Master in Education. Ahmed is the author of three collections of poetry (Gaza Narrates Poetry (2014), Stolen Lives (2015) and When Hope Is not Enough (2019)) and a novel Falastin: The Hope of Tomorrow (2018). The latest poetry collection is The Shadow: Poems for the Children of Gaza. He has witnessed over three wars and severe aggression by Israeli forces on the Palestinian people since the 1980s with a huge loss of life. He writes and publishes to raise consciousness about the Palestinian cause."
into the adult years
longing for a kiss
on a hot summer
day
never had much luck
when i was younger
and that has carried
right into the adult
years
and i know, when i
give up they will come
out of the shadows
tell me all the things
i wanted to hear years
ago
back when love had
a chance
when dreams weren't
extinguished
when desire still
resided in this
house
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as fleeting as they may be
ponder death like
there is some other
option
childhood memories
come flooding by
the pain, the joy,
the heartbroken
nights of all
those years
remind yourself
of the good times
as fleeting as
they may be
they are all you
have left in times
like this
when the first kiss
was so much more
the night you spent
in a stranger's arms
lost in the stars and
the futile belief in
hope
and when tomorrow
doesn't come
will everything be
a mess
all that could have
been has expired
i suppose the best
thing about death
procrastination is
no longer possible
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her soft hands
a black woman
cut my hair
today
brought back the
memories of what
i always thought
my adult life
would be like
a black wife
cutting my hair
in the kitchen
her soft hands
gently caressing
my hair
different kind of
small talk than
today of course
she thanked me
for the tip
ten dollars
she told me her
daughter has
discovered
brand names
so, i knew she
needed it
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a public enemy song
got a letter from
the government
fuck, my life is now
a public enemy song
they declined one
of my medications
obviously, i'm starting
to live better than they
will allow
i guess we no longer
want people striving
to be better, etc.
just fucking die
already
i suppose that's one
way to balance
a budget
all it really does
is feed into my
inner child's long
held belief that
they are out
to get me
i'm just about at
that age where a
mass shooting
really makes
sense
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come around and say hello
a bottle of rye
to keep you
warm
these are the nights
where you wouldn't
mind a few ghosts to
come around and say
hello
there's a longing
in your soul that
cuts deeper than
anyone knows
a tragedy waiting
to happen
the endless pursuit
of endless possibilities
of endless mysteries
there must be a
breaking point
of something
good
they don't
understand
the pain
the pure fucking
misery of tomorrow
escaping death
yet again
once your number
is called just accept
it
it is the only way
out
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl, Yellow Mama and Horror Sleaze Trash. Most days he is taking care of his disabled mother. In the rare moment of free time, he'll be making bets on sports or finding a few seconds for a nap. You sometimes can find him at his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
Once a man went near a sea and said to the water, “Tell me something about you.” The water said to the man, “I can bring flood and can destroy a country, People drink me when they feel thirst, People use me to wash their bodies.” After hearing this the man again said to the water, “You have so much power that you can destroy a country but you always take the shape of the thing where you’re kept.” Saying this, the man took water in a pot and went from there.
