Instructions For Living Like Tofu be like whoever’s nearby softening in a saute pan coagulating soy milk dying to be buffaloed jerked spiced riced burrito bowled baked into chocolate cream pie ubiquitousness is nothing terrible since marinades drown your pores with tang plump you like tiny teriyaki pillows of misshapen mush cherished only by sleepers like you who surrender give up resisting the chef with his spinning knives reeling overhead whistling a Sinatra song as he carves you into uniform squares till “My Way’s” last big note Birthday Candle Remix ~for Jillian I carried you into the world my flame lily Bore your candle deep in my dim delivered you tender fire bouquet in bleak November dusk That gift was all I had You carried me into the world my flame lily Spiced my fading like a saffron suncatcher curled about my empty trellis climbing in bright November dusk That gift was all you had We carry us in this world my flame lily We carpet cold winds scarlet the gray velvet bloom as we must resplendent in bold November dusk Our nothings left light everything My Classroom Needs a Baggage Claim You scurry to check-in stack luggage between us tall leathery walls, cumbersome trunks, questions bulging out the sides. We strap down our pasts with bungees so nothing delicate unfolds. We hand over our devices, but what can airport x-rays see? Do you know me? Because I don’t know you yet. Give me your heaviest bag, the one that cost extra, wrenched your back as you bore it through dark tunnels to reach the gate. There’s just us now, dying to go faraway places together find space to rest our heads in flight. Portrait of My Son as Kanye’s Vision he lets Marvin, Ray, & Otis spin gold under his stylus alchemy’s his power & samples rise like prayers artist wearing canvas lyrics sing our scene so many lionize him mama’s still his queen
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Poetry from Ilyosova Fatimakhon
Book The best thing is the book, You can't read. Word of the sun, Teach us manners. When pleasure reads, When you learn and read. When knitting or knitting, Get the book in your hands. Good friend to you, Grow up with it. You don't stumble in life, You won't fall with it! Different content tales, You will be blind. Don't forget it is a sun, Get a neighbor book! ✍ Ilyosova Fatimakhon
Poetry from Gabriel T. Saah
The Tragedy Of Jessica Looking at the western region of the continent of Africa, The satellite of patriotism lands on Mother Jessica. A lady stained with the blood of Patriots, Wallowing in the pool of distress, Fighting to impress. A neglected mother by those she fed, Even Pastor Testimony and uncle Fred are her progeny, They claim to be the best in this mess, But forgetting the distress of a great Mother. They remember her only when their birthday party is around the corner, Common on, for God sake stop being a Demon, There are days other than elections, When you can help her out of her consternation. The time is nearing again when they shall come to cause her more pains, Like the aridness of the Sahara desert, Her distress is hot to burn even her own feet. Short Bio about the Author Gabriel T. Saah is the son of a Liberian farmer who hails from Kolahun, Lofa County. His mother is a kpelle woman from Bong county, a Liberian. He is a student at the University of Liberia reading Biomedical Science. His passion for writing is an inspiration to him. He is the founder of the Bong Writes Education Movement an organization that pursues to promote literacy in Liberia. He goes by the pen name, Marvelous Inker.
Poetry from Ilyosova Fatimakhan
My motherland Mother, Motherland! Father, Motherland! My protective castle, Spilled umbilical cord blood. Beautiful Uzbekistan! Sunshine, my dear, My fruit, beautiful garden. My life and my breath, Hot nonsense my motherland! My flower, spring, You are the sky. You are the green, You are my paradise on earth. Freedom Uzbekistan!!! ✍Ilyosova Fatimakhan
Poetry from John Edward Culp
To lessen is
the lesson
feeling is enough
My preference is
Yours as I stand aside
and have an enjoyable
moment of my own
I have a feeling
As seeds of
Hope take Root
To find me
Ready to Appreciate
To lessen is
the lesson
Poetry from Ilyosova Zukhraxon
My mother ❤️ The pain of the world, You swallowed, too, my mother . The caregiver also did a great job, Without a bone, Mom. Well you go , Let's face it. The world without you is dark, Light and sun you, mom. How upset I was to you, I'm sorry, if you can. Life with you, You have all the - all the power! You call me my flower, You are a basil, a lollipop. If two worlds are not found, Without my paradise you, my mother ✍ Ilyosova Zukhraxon
Poetry from Tohm Bakelas
steel city flowers bloom in steel city where the allegheny and the monongahela rivers meet to form the ohio we walk through ghost neighborhoods turned into public parks where police watch my friends and i under the approaching noon sun no longer a smoking city, the mills are razed but the cancers still linger ukanhavyrfuckincitibak the flames from the cuyahoga still burn more than half a century later and the ghosts cleveland claimed are still dying after all these years— known names with snowy faces, their shadows grow fainter in the april sun 12 hours to lawrence, ks 4:11am and cold snow sprinkles on cleveland, we drive into the night where life sleeps and the highway is empty billboards preach religion and rest-stop lights scratch the skyline we wait for the sun to rise to see the future we survived i-70 846 miles from cleveland to lawrence to read at a dive bar that cancelled the show without telling anyone… met with empty eyes and confused stares that purchase everyone a round from the lone man sitting at the bar because he doesn’t wanna see any shit go down… thanks man, i guess.