Αbout poetry

Poetry
Is a very demanding woman
She knows how powerful are the words

They can win a war
The right verses must be used

Poetry
Needs loyal men
Needs time
And caring

As you take a white paper
And you give your self
Creating sentences
With your heart

A woman need so
Much caring

As the poem
Is ready
To come out of your
Stomach
Or your heart

Feelings Never spoken
Feelings never shared

A woman was never loved...

Poetry
It is the way 
We see love
Ourselves
Be loved
Wishes to become true

Poetry
Is our freedom.....




...




We have asked not to be forgotten....

But we forget to live
We forget to love
We forget to say hello and thank you to people they were there for us!!

We asked to be patient
We have asked to be kind
But they never teach us about the selfish person
The evil people
They snakes they are among us
That are waiting for our moments
The small moments
To come
And destroy

We have asked to believe in ourselves
We have asked to be positive
But they never explained that
We will be the only that we must do that
As people are occupied with make war
Make money
Have power

I do what  they asked but i walk forgotten....
In the battle field...

"STITCH POEMS"
A gathering
into a column...


(1) "Your Stance"

Locked in
on probable concerns
forming in all directions
encircling

your soft bed of day-years
and night safety
suddenly
eroding from the hyper news
and prediction gurus
growing like pandemic copycats,

coming down
the far edge of most streets
closing in
on deserted gas stations
and gangs too tired
to steal anymore of anything...

The radical Beat Armies
with new laws
tattooed on their near nude bodies,
marching with signs,
sharp nails and wrist cameras
blaring out orders by some Ai chamber-
"We are here to help by correction!"

You almost pop a cell
just thinking about it...

You stumble to the bathroom,
turning on the light,
but the mirror remains dark...

"How do I escape from so much hate?"

Then it hits you like a smooth left hook...

Your stance is wrong.


(2) "Rampage"

And in
our dreams,

swallowing grief,
kids crying

with no one
stopping

the Animal Rex
breaking out of his drain,

from the underground
pit,

on a rampage,
thousands of years pinned in...

Drones watching,
whipping low for a shot,
Video Voodoo...

Too many accepting
what they see is
almost the truth.

This dream is
that dream
changed by a computer handler
and what their alignment wants...

A computer is
not human,
but can it overcome
blood?

Rampage,
too many venturing in
these last days
but not in the Word of Truth.


(3) "Inflated 666"

They've been under us
years

a giant
click wad
paid well

working on secrets
not understood
by them and us

only a few knowing
the end game

sinister poke-holes
connected by live wires

sparking
for a spanking
mankind

the Devil
Son
and Mr. Clean

they will lead
the stupid

ego freaks
into the valley of phoney gold
hard mush
and holes in their concrete thongs.


(4) "Decisions"

You manage to think
ignoring or sucking it in?

The Mega Media...
fake wings
dripping deodorant bombs.

When will you speak
out
and mean it?

Flutter drones flying over
and peeking in your window...

You occasionally read
an old book
before they rewrote it.

Decisions
waiting on you
and who to pray with....


(5) "Baking Bacon"

Beat the drums in your sewer tunnel,
echoing under all the city wrap...

Heard them dancing deep in the spiraling
down where the masses of the underworld
creep and pretend they don't know
who they are and the hell they believe.

Sorry for them
but they chose their upside-down peak
and will burn in the stink.

Their lottery of billions of Bozos
with their bubbled noses
laughing as their makeup runs with tears.

Salty tears
sandy rears
from sitting in the desert
too lazy to take a walk
complaining
about the faults of everyone else...

Gads
what a mix of kaleidoscope pigs
cooking in their own bacon.


(6) "When You Knew"

And then the slap...
Snap out of it!

Jumble of words...
Eye opening and maybe a giggle.

But you're still in it...
The world breeding
into a darker place.

It's happening everywhere
to everyone.
You too.

Time to change
back into a child,
when you knew right from wrong.

powerbalk

silvery sneakers
[duckie]


—


formulaic radish

safely,
but we’ve


—


tree volume: 15

nature’s pillow?
you answer to us


—


bio/graf

J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of ten print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *Cinderella City* (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.

Queen of Epic

You are the greatest epic 
I have written with love and love. 
The words are unseen 
The language is dumb 
The words are dreamy
The verses are virgin. 
Nobody can read it,
 Listen it,
 Or understand it. 
But I read it,
 Listen it,
 And understand it. 
I and you are the characters
 I am the real hero
 You are a dream girl.
 I have conquered everything 
But time is the main villain. 
I shall beat time
 And Conquer dream
 One day dream will not be dream
 You will be mine
 The Epic has beginning but no end.
 Oh! the queen of epic,
 Come and touch love land. 
My love land is for you
 Without you no epic is epic
 Without epic you are not Queen. 

The Fall of Aryantha

Long time ago, there lived an emperor named Zylo who ruled Aryantha. Aryantha was the largest empire in Africa and was well known for its dominance and strong army, which had gone into several wars and conquered other smaller kingdoms and empires.
Zylo was selfish and filled with pride. He had a lot of wives, including the wives and daughters of other rulers he had snatched. He named himself 'The God of Africa' with the intention to overthrow and rule over the continent at large. However, Emperor Ludiar of Shakkiraa and Emperor Pailomen of Gajida were opposing forces who stood firmly against him. Aryantha was situated between two other great empires: Gajida from the West and Shakkiraa from the East. These were the only obstacles preventing him from carrying out his evil plans.

Emperor Ludiar was a young man who inherited the throne from his late father, who was killed by Zylo some years ago. For this reason, a strong enmity was created between Ludiar and Zylo. Ludiar vowed not to rest until his father's death was avenged. Therefore, he united with Pailomen and rulers of other empires whom Zylo had offended in one way or another.

Lecias, the first wife of Emperor Zylo, was not comfortable with his idea of keeping so many enemies. She advised him not to continue being a villain, but he failed to listen. "You see, your neighbors are now against you. They might all one day rise for your downfall," said Lecias. But Zylo laughed and said, "For centuries, Aryantha has remained the greatest. My father was the greatest emperor during his reign, as was his own father. And for this reason, I shall hold onto their legacy. Trust me when I say, my foes will rise a hundred times, but they all shall be subjugated."

"Your forebears led Aryantha through the right path; they created peace, not war," Lecias mentioned. But all her words fell on deaf ears.

With desperation to be called a god, Zylo decided to send his army into the spirit world to steal the sacred scripture, which contained sources of spiritual powers and secrets of the gods. Lecias tried her best to prevent Zylo from carrying out such a decision, but her efforts were futile as Zylo was too stubborn. He, therefore, sent half of his soldiers, including the strongest warriors, into the spirit world and happily waited for their return to become a supreme being.

This made Lecias very worried about the outcome. She knew that Africa would surely face a massive tribulation if Zylo succeeded. So she decided to stop him.

While Zylo was relaxed and patiently waiting for the return of his soldiers, Lecias went to Shakkiraa to see Ludiar. Ludiar and his kinsmen were having a meeting at the royal chamber when they were informed by the guards that Lecias had come to see him. "Let her in," he permitted, and she was brought in.

"What brings a doe into the den of a hungry lion?" Ludiar questioned, and one of the chiefs commented, "Perhaps she has come to be devoured," and they all burst into laughter.

"I have come to you with good news," Lecias began, and the chiefs started whispering among themselves. "This could be a ploy. She looks so deceptive, she is a real enemy and not worth trusting."
"You may proceed," Ludiar told her, and she exposed Zylo's plans to them. "I think this is the right time to strike," she concluded.

"Why should we even trust you?" Ludiar asked, and she spoke again, "Zylo is my husband, but he has taken the wrong path. I cannot sit back and watch him ruin the world."

With these and other convincing words, she was able to win the trust of the Shakkiraans. She pleaded with them not to harm the innocent during their attack, and Ludiar gave her his word, promising not to hurt children and their mothers. He also assured her that she would be protected.

Ludiar took the information to Pailomen, who was glad to hear it. A spy was then sent into Aryantha, and he confirmed that the message was true. Being convinced, Ludiar and Pailomen wrote letters across the neighboring regions for a conspiracy against Aryantha.
Reaching the spirit world, the gods warned Zylo's soldiers to return home in peace, but they were determined to accomplish their mission. So they started a battle they could not fight. The gods were extremely powerful; they rode on chariots of fire, and their forces were irresistible.

Zylo's soldiers faced woe at the hands of the angry gods. Their weapons were of no use, as they were given no chance to fight back, even though they made worthless efforts. The strongest warriors became cowards, running away for their dear lives but finding no escape route, and they were all destroyed.

One night, while Zylo was asleep, dreaming of becoming an unstoppable god, he was woken up by a loud trumpet blown from afar. In the old days, such trumpets signified the call for war. At this terrible moment, Lecias was nowhere to be found. Zylo looked from his castle and saw thousands of burning arrows flying into his palace. He was overwhelmed with fright, knowing that he was now powerless.

It was a very bad night for Zylo because Shakkiraa and Gajida united with other nations, forming a strong army that surrounded the whole of Aryantha, leaving no escape route.
Now, reality brought a nightmare to Zylo's face. With his naked eyes, he watched the arrival of his doom, yet he was unable to wake from his slumber. His army tried to fight back, but the power from the opposition was higher than theirs. Soon, parts of the palace were set ablaze and crowded by enemies. Zylo had no choice but to fight for himself since his soldiers could no longer keep him safe.

He swung his sword and took down the first group of soldiers that came his way. Then, another group attacked him, but he was still strong enough to defeat them until Ludiar and eight giant warriors surrounded him. Ludiar's eyes reflected ire and hatred as he stared at Zylo.

"Zylo of Aryantha, your teeth have bitten more than your tiny mouth can chew, and today you shall pay bitterly for all your sins," said Ludiar.

"Little boy, your father was wiser and greater than you, yet it took just a single drop of sweat to wipe him off. So what makes you think you can overcome me?" Zylo uttered proudly.
"The lion is strong indeed, but when angry hyenas fall out in good numbers, then the lion's pawns become powerless," said Ludiar, and the fight continued.

Zylo fought with all his strength and killed six of the warriors before Ludiar finally managed to knock him down. Yet he refused to quit even at the point of death. Despite all the cuts and stabs from Ludiar, Zylo kept struggling, hoping for the return of his exiled warriors, whom by then had all perished in the spirit world.

Lastly, a broad smile ran across Ludiar's face as soon as Zylo took in a deep breath and ceased to shake. "Father! It is finished. Your son has fulfilled his promise. Here lies the lifeless body of your murderer," he shouted out, referring to the spirit of his late father.

The defeat of Zylo was indeed a happy moment for all his enemies. All his remaining soldiers surrendered and were captured, but mercy was shown unto them, so they were not killed.

All the kingdoms and empires that had been taken over by Zylo were returned, together with every stolen property. The prisoners and slaves were set free, and the main lands of Aryantha were shared equally among the surrounding empires that took part in the battle.
However, for the sake of Lecias, the people of Aryantha were not enslaved, but they became minor indigenes of various empires, except for Lecias, who was well honored and made the prime minister of Shakkiraa.

Innocence


Two families lived peacefully in a suburb of Jacmel, capital of the southeastern department of the Republic of Haiti. They are herders. Both families were well respected in the neighborhood.

 

One day, the Jean family was furious to see that their goat was killed by a member of the Joseph family under the famous pretext that the animal ate a few plants of corn in their garden. This unfortunate situation caused a fierce argument to the point of seeking to kill each other.

That same day, in the afternoon, the two families would face off in a fight with daggers drawn. This is when they noticed from afar two children who were flying a kite together. They were very happy, and they were playing like two wild children.

 

Suddenly, the two families were reconciled because one child belonged to the Jean family and the other to the Joseph family.

 

~Roodly Laurore

_________________________________________________

L’ innocence

 

 

Deux familles vivaient paisiblement dans un banlieue de Jacmel, chef lieu du département du Sud-est de la république d'Haïti. Elles faisaient de l'élevage. Les deux familles étaient très respectées dans le quartier.

 

Un jour, la famille Jean était furieuse de voir que son cabrit a été tué par un membre de la famille Joseph sous le fameux prétexte que l'animal a mangé quelques pieds de maïs dans son jardin. Cette malheureuse situation a provoqué une dispute farouche au point qu'elles cherchaient à s'entretuer. 

 

Le même jour, dans l'après-midi, les deux familles allaient s'affronter dans un combat à couteaux tirés. C'est ainsi qu'elles ont remarqué de loin deux enfants qui montaient ensemble un cerf-volant. Ils étaient très heureux, ils jouaient comme deux fous. 

 

Tout à coup, les deux familles se sont réconciliées parce que les deux enfants appartenaient l'un à la famille Jean et l'autre à la famille Joseph. 

 

Roodly Laurore

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Roodly Laurore was born and raised in Haiti. He is an engineer and poet. His poems are published & forthcoming in Spirit Fire Review, Taos Journal of Poetry, Kosmos Journal, Autism Parenting Magazine; Solstice Literary Magazine, The New Verse News, Synchronized Chaos, Jerry Jazz Musician and others.  His writing & spiritual life touches the lives of everyone who knows him.  He's a role model in his community!

with a snap of the fingers
 

the muse wonders if i miss her

 

sitting alone, looking at a blank

ceiling thinking about all the

years pissed away with a snap

of the fingers

 

of course, i miss her

 

the bigger question is

does she miss me

 

do i linger on her mind as

she struggles to sleep

 

do i flash in her mind as

she begins to touch

 

i learned a long time ago

to never ask a question

if you weren't prepared for

an answer you didn't like

 

but the joy of becoming

an old bitter soul

 

hearing a no isn't going

to disappoint me more

than i already am

 

i never wanted to die alone

 

two in the morning on a friday

 

i don't think i have much of a choice
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just seems more intense these days
 

paradise is on fire

 

the oceans are rising

 

the bombs keep falling

on the innocent

 

hero after hero is finding

death around that corner

 

i'm sure all the years

have been crazy

 

yet as the years go on

the crazy just seems

more intense these days

 

i am comfortable sitting

back and watching the

flames devour a world

i never got to visit

 

i have friends around

the world and i say a

little something for

them every night

before i fade out

 

i'm pretty sure they

all happen to live

on one-way streets
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the prettiest girl in the world
 

shooting stars

in the quiet

of the night

 

wishes never

seem to come

true

 

my mother

told me to

have patience

and one day

the prettiest

girl in the

world would

be mine

 

what a

fucking

lie
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a confession of sorts
 

whispers in the rain

 

a confession of sorts

 

never quite understanding

that everyone hates their

life

 

you are not special

 

it's a beautiful woman

telling you to fuck off

 

children that know

you're not the good

parent

 

another fucking dreamer

in a country that crushes

any dream that doesn't

involve loads of money

 

trace the lines of her

curves from memory

 

thirty some years ago

when a simple man

got as lucky as one

could get

 

she happened to die

on your birthday

 

life has never been

the same since
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forever out of reach
 

neon nightmares of lost

lovers stranded in the

back of your dreams

 

close enough to picture

but forever out of reach

 

letter after letter returned

 

unopened

 

it's one thing to move on

it's another to be forgotten

 

i'm sure we'd all like to

go back and rewrite a few

chapters of our lives

 

turn all that childhood

misfortune into the story

of a dark knight that

becomes a hero

 

remember the late mornings

when the love of your life

would come over for coffee

and cigarettes

 

you'd end up naked, holding

each other on the couch for

hours

 

no clue about how steep the

upcoming hill would be

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Cajun Mutt Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl, Disturb the Universe Magazine and The Rye Whiskey Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)