Powerful: Kitsinelis, Flores, Rentas, Wilson - Day 15: aaduna's NPM
Celebration of loneliness
Let the wine flow brothers,
tonight I am celebrating loneliness.
Tonight I will drown my bitterness
into the stream of my tears
and I will imprison love
with my pen onto this paper.
All the channels have been blocked;
all the roads lead to dead ends,
so bring on the wine
to celebrate the loss of hope.
For if you want a struggle to end,
you just surrender.
If you want to purify your agonies
you embrace them and dance with them
to the sound of the flowing wine.
©
2012 Spiros Kitsinelis
Athens,
Greece
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| Spiros Kitsinelis (photo provided) |
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Anxiety of Influence
I’m not a piece of shit
just a deep
feeler.
No time for mind-numbing
small talk
unless evocative can be
distilled from mundane.
Since I too will die,
time is of the essence
meaning unless you’re
referencing hard data
regarding human
extinction at the hands of climate change,
don’t care to listen to
your impressions about the weather.
Or care to listen to
anything
spewing from the girl
who had two abortions,
now a reborn Christian
card carrying Republican
who prays to
her God
to enlighten the Supreme
Court
and overturn Roe
v. Wade.
Or to the lawyer
who shared his profound
revelation
that education is the
key to his success
and if everyone reads
and works hard like he did,
they too can be
anything,
as if life were that
simple.
Nice people, are the
worst,
their vile sick
insecurity
masked by a smile and
gleaming eyes
prolonged politeness
but just below the
façade
a monolith
of lies, manipulation,
and cowardice
to insulate from the
inclement truth.
I’m pulling my fucking
hair out
because that’s the show
I want to watch,
that is not a thought I
want to call my own,
those are my friends,
does it matter,
I already have plans,
just want to sit and read
no need to explain.
And the only honesty in
this poem
came from the homeless
man
standing like a cliché
on a dirty corner,
his sign read:
WHY LIE, I NEED BEER.
I mean seriously people,
the news reported last
night
that each one of us
is on a conveyor belt
about to become a Krispy
Kreme donut,
yet we just chit chat,
like nothing
through our teeth.
What’s the point of
anything,
fall in love, only to be
betrayed or unfulfilled
make money, only to die
have success, if only
your mind cares.
Am I’m here simply
to consume my portion of
the world’s oxygen?
Then, I’m gone?
Was I ever here?
And what does it mean to
be here?
There is something
passive aggressive about it all
Does God need a
therapist too?
Maybe I am just full of
shit!
©
2012 Carlos Evaristo Flores
Laredo, Texas
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| Carlos Evaristo Flores (photo provided) |
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The lost room
Hey
papi
Can
I call u papi?
U
probably don't remember me,
But
I passed by your mind
The
other day
To
see if I had a room,
I
was thinking u know....
Maybe
if there were walls,
With
framed pictures
Of
what could have been
Maybe
dresser drawers
With
perfect folded love
Or
regrets hanging
In
a closet.
I
thought it would be easy to find
Maybe
with a painted blue or pink door,
Where
maybe a potential name hangs,
Maybe,
Elizabeth?
or Victor?
I
guess I solved the answer to my own question.
I
know I was only 2 1/2 months
Maybe,
if
u had a chance to see, my face and it resembled yours,
Or
a hand with at least 2 or 3 fingers,
I
could have at least waved hello to u,
Or
maybe a foot with some toes!
Then
would u have kept me!!!!!??
The
only thing I did have since day one!
Was
something u never did!
And I see u still don’t.
A
heart!
U
never bathed me,
Hugged
me
Kissed
me
Cleaned
my dirty diaper
My
crying never kept u
awake
throughout the night,
I
Never gave u a struggle nor
Did
I ever make this bitch called" life"
An
even Tougher fight!!
this
year I would have been four
Papi
all I ask
Can
u start building my door?
©
2012 Giovanni Rentas
Jersey
City, New Jersey
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| Giovanni Rentas (photo provided) |
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300 Million Strong
All around me, I see my family
300 million strong…
From all walks of life
And every nation on earth
From all seven continents combined
Representing a family sublime
Divided by language, culture, color and creed
Yet trying our hardest to be
One Nation under God…
From all walks of life, my eyes behold
All God’s children,
Living and dwelling together as brethren
For we are not black nor white or yellow or
brown
We are humans of all shades of brown
The human race created by God
To bring forth
His Beauty, Glory
And Grace
The people here before us with their culture
intact
Have influenced the way we interact
For no man lives to himself
And no man dies to himself
Our lives are intertwined
From the day we first exhale
So we are not a perfect union
Yet we must all strive to be
That one person who tries
To make life better
For others in the Family
Of 300 Million Strong
We are learning to live together,
Respecting each other,
Learning to be our brother’s keeper
While loving and helping one another
In this our family
Sublime
300 million Strong
Descendants of people
Who left the Old World
Some willingly, others unwilling,
To settle in the New
And somehow make it their own
The gifts they brought benefit us all
Every country, culture and tribe
Represented in these Great United States
Brought something to America
That can never
Be taken away, ever!
Yes, we know we are not a perfect union
But still we must all strive to be
That one person who tries
To make life better for others
In this family of
300 Million Strong!!!!!
©
2012 Masnoh Wilson
Ansonia,
Connecticut
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| Masnoh Wilson (photo provided) |
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