Wake up, my Beheaded Son by Taofeek Ogunperi

I am not a silent poet

[A Mother’s Lamentation]

Yee, I’m doomed!
Here it lies before me
The head-less body of my son
In white garment diving in blood.

Here it lies, less troublesome
‘Mother’ He can no longer say
He cannot… Yee, yee yee!
What an unworthy life have I?!

He cannot run errands for me again
If it hurts, he won’t be able to complain
If he is happy, I cannot see him laughing
I cannot find him amidst his mates
He won’t… Yee, I’m doomed!

Whom have I offended?
Is it God or human being?

Who’s the one who killed you
Without pitying my going through pains
Before I gave you this stolen life?
Who took you from me
When you’re dawning your life
When you hadn’t lived?

Wake up, my beheaded son
Here’s your favorite food
Wake up, eat it before it’s cold
I’ve bought you new clothes
Put it on, it…

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1 small boy; snow fun submit 1 by Mark Potts

I am not a silent poet

Bouncing around with joy.

Knowing snow time is show time.

Just one more sleep till toy time.

It’s hard to sleep with this excitement.

Up and at it at 4.30 am

Sneak down to see them.

Toys under tree wrapped.

Tearing at paper to see what I’ve got.

Not my entire list; but I’ve got a lot.

Fine and dandy till I was six.

Then no presents again;

Drove us kid’s insane.

Had White Christmas,

Just become grey?

Snow more fun!

With coal eyes.

Carrot nose.

Scarf round neck;

What a pose.

Slip sliding run,

Snow ball fun.

Hit avalanche;

Rooftop slides.

It falls;

We run and hide;

Behind our snowman;

Who’s got thinner?

We knew

He had missed his dinner.

So we felt swell;

Knowing we weren’t the only ones,

who missed Christmas as well.

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Panic Attack by Mark Potts

I am not a silent poet

Panic attack, no picnic

No picnic;

Just panic attack.

Float along on life’s board;

Panic attack,

Knocks on my door;

Tsunami wave,

Rocks me once more.

Unsteady knowing the ride;

Give me strength to survive.

Panic attack;

Know it’s here.

Oh my dear!

Do they see my fear?

No picnic,

Just panic.

At times so manic.

Where to run to;

Where to hide.

Feeling venerable,

When I’m outside.

Panic attacks don’t care,

They hit you anywhere.

It’s here,

It’s there.

It’s scary,

So unfair

Makes me skits’,

Mores a pity.

Ugly thing,

Not very pretty.

Anywhere, any time;

Feel like deaths here.

It’s no picnic!

Panic attacks real fear;

Don’t like it,

Don’t want it;

Wish it would disappear.

Panic attacks like a

Wasp on my finger.

I can’t shake it of

It’s a proper stinger.

Panic attack, ide

Rather have diarrhoea;

Least that’s flushable.

I could wave; see yah!

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#crocodiles

sonja benskin mesher

these seem to be the thing

just now, a slight amusement.

do you like family language,

private jokes, stuff that

no one else gets?

some people do, and have

ordered  12 pieces water animal

small figure toy, colourful

crocodile A12 from china,

via ebay.

as yet there is no photograph.

sbm.

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