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I was rear, and by the window
She was front, and by the aisle
I saw her reflection
Her face was moonlit
THEY CHEERED him from the wharf—it was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarf—his thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was “Jolly Good”, they sang it long and loud—
Who's afraid of economic melt down?
In this year's peak global crisis
the 3rd world prime commodities
the1st and 2nd world countries lifestyles'
My mom isn't just a mom at all
She's also something else
My mom isn't so quiet or shy
But she's proud and doesn't care what others say about her
Introductory Poem (by bri edwards) :
I'll not complain (much) about the heat we are feeling....
I am a three legged chair placed
in a corner,
unwanted, handicapped and
unnoticed in an auditorium...
Across the river
Along my way
Between home and school
There was an orphanage
Herewith, I solemnly state and declare!
I will regard my father and mother!
I will respect and honor the elders!
I will do my best to help all others! !
He loathed it when he had to go out;
he was the one whom the boys
laughed and joked about.
Here comes our three-legged stool!
Unsure of where to keep the next step
When both the feet are in swampy pit.
But sure enough to know.....
Any step moved forward will take her further deep down only
In this turbulent world
Where impurity is found even in 'Gold',
Everyone has some sort of deformity
Lurking within them - a latent disability!
With shining feat
Tuesday,8th October 2018
The life is the cage
Inside me I feel alone,
The world still in motion.
People walking, but I’m the only one who has stopped.
I see me and I feel discussed.
Forrest V. Frankenstein Jr. did more than a Monster Mash,
He was drunk when he attempted to stab deputies using more than slash,
When Forrest was subdued and taken into a squad car,
Forrest bashed his forehead against the car door which eventually made a scar,
The level of my awareness drags open the subconscious out,
the sleepy dragon of instincts with fire and sharp claws,
I feel them foreign, an un intimate, unfriendly animated animal,
so I go surreal, the real is beyond the imagination, I see
"As a spider projects forth and draws back (its threads) , as plants grow on earth, as hairs grow on the body, so does the universe emerge from the Imperishable Being."(Mundaka Upanishad 1.1.7)
The monstrous mall like a spider stood
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime;
Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time.
From grander clouds in our `peaceful skies' than ever were there before
My thoughts were culminated.
It was my anxious tragedy of
I was aired into a gloom monde.
Leon was handicapped and confined to a wheelchair.
And he loved to slap his wife around.
When he became depressed.
She took his abuse for a long time.
Have you heard or listened to the strength of a woman. She cares in the dawn and spreads at dusk. She is this, she is that. Oh what a woman!
But have you read about the struggling man, he is mentally rich but financially handicapped. He wakes up every morning wishing the morning never starts yet hoping that the day gets better.
Loaded with visions and ideas but no support. Struggling with each day without no solution in sight. Closer to depression day in day out. The songs of hope adores his lips.
Will it end, how will it end, when will it end? These are his worries, his every day thoughts now nightmare.
As you know
I'm handicapped. Home quarantined.
An exiled soul these days.
Learned to live alone.
....The hypothesis...as such
A society out of touch....
Notoriously absent of honesty and shame
....Of that "handicapped mocking"
You don't know how to love, you are handicapped person by love.
People without hands and feet are engaged in sports and are happy.
For you, love and professional sport are the same.
It's important that someone enters you into a Hall of Fame.
He was in Walmart after coming out of the fog.
When he got bit by a handicapped person's service dog.
The day had started out wrong.
He finished his shopping and it didn't take long.
As i scribble down these words,
I smile softly at your thoughts,
Of course, i will dance! , why wont i?
No, some just dance it all up there,
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