A SACRED DUTY
A SACRED DUTY
Every editor, news reporter, author has a duty sacred to perform.
Leaving aside their personal views, adhere they must to norms.
With ego, selfishness, greed, one cannot a publication form.
If we write n publish what for the community or environment is good;
The end result will automatically be positive n good
If avoid clashes we n inculcate unity, results will be damn good.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
...The Measure
How do you measure
What can't be seen
The heart of a man
The in of between
The conscience that follows
When something's done wrong
How do you measure
The depth of a poem
How do you measure
The day you must face
If it's taken for granted
If it's given in grace
Or measure a seed
That has yet to show growth
How do you measure
What you do not know
How do you measure
The hour before late
The width of a shoulder
Where a tear is laid
The inkling of an idea
The moment it's made
How do you measure
Love before it's given away
How do you measure
The chill of the wind
The guilt of the pleasure
That comes from within
The sliver of light
...
I Missed That What Can I read it Again..
I Missed that What'd It say!
I missed something important at this moment..
I missed it cause I didn't make time for it.
I missed out on some poetic info.
Why didn't I make time to read it Yo!
Well it was a little too long,
see I had to hurry on..
I didn't come to stay too long.
I assumed I'd read those posted poems another day.
But I could have used it today, needless to say.
I started to read but see my brain got all twisted.
Scribble scrambled and so I dismissed it.
Never knew later I could have benefited from it.
Reading ummm it just drains.
The brain.
If you haven't given it time to unwind.
And relax over time.
That poem what did it say by the way?
Something about love lost and love blue or I'm lonely with out you..
I don't have a clue.
How bout you?
...
Alone
There was a boy who lives alone
He likes his only toy and gazing the moon.
He had no friends.
But a toy and time to spend
He always used to say 'I won't fear till my friend (toy) is near '
He was very happy
No one to care, to burden to beat.
One night he went out to riven
In cold night and everyone else would have shivered.
He went there to play with his toy and to had a little joy.
But suddenly a storm blew and taken his toy along.
Boy shed into tears and all his glow is gone.
He was crying, the moon stopped shining ✨.
Then a man comes and said 'Don't cry, boy .storms will come and take will take joy.
It is the first loss but
life will take more than you think it cost '
'Everyone you love will go and in this world, you will leave alone as I'm now.
Life will take everything you h...
TRIFECTA
I am not bipolar yet the Trifecta you see
The Father Son and Holy Ghost deemed me be
Now I know I get arrogant a braggart and boast
You try to tell me my heart is too sour for this course
We have all stood our battles and testaments in tyme
I vent thru lyrics you read them as rhymes
People say I have a hateful heart
I would like to say yes sometimes at the start
Where is the beginning and the middle and when we end
I fight like a warrior for our Earth to take mend
You call me a lunatic and heratic tart
My brain is emulse but my body quite opposite
Ive been fed by Kings and Queens alike
Was most comfortably fed by the homeless and trite
I have been wicked I have not lied about that
What makes my heart sad sour and pissed
Is you televised all that!
I was never given the rights to do the proper thing
letter to a charming individual    Â
I dreaded my pen for fear, you can't get my letter: The worship is wandering and now the conquering homage is still gasping in front of you. With your angel-handled duck, you would have protected me at the same time and protected me from chains of humiliation that scratched stigma wounds on my puffy body! Today, everyone still plays the role of a drukkolasz because they respect the mature Woman in whom you have become of your own free will and they get to know you cheerfully on the street! On the tree of modern times, the wild shoots of people of my own kind can be trampled or even galactically broken down, because I protect my person and cannot expose them to the targets of the ever-besieging general public; and I used to flirt with myself as a performer, they just always took away my breakable mood!
Today, with your knowledge and life-giving culture, you plant...
Fire Pit
Fire pit
Burn bright
Light up guy fawkes night
Warm, and bright
Crackling with sparkling,
cinder light
Keeping aura's
buring bright, on this,
gunpowder plot night
1605
Conspirators alive
Crackling Crackling,
still here to strive,
cinders warm, and
alive.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
kind heart full of hate
i will constantly preach the message
TO BE KIND
i will tell you to treat
everyone with respect
and be nice to everyone
i will tell you
that no one deserves bad things
that we should all work
to make the world a better place
and while i do believe this
i am also so full of hate
hate to the people who want my rights
to be taken away
hate to the people who kill my people
every day for no good reason
hate to the people who refuse to take
matters seriously, thinking everything is a joke
hate to the people who make it their goal
to make others' lives miserable
i've had to learn
that you must be kind
and work to make everyone's lives easier
but you must also
know when to be mean
know when to be unkind
to stand up to...
Falling Elegy
I can still understand: Man sinned against Himself when he could not hear anything else! The beast sounds of the wicked raised a wounding whip into the woods of my hairy Marsian back! I had to see Man-Man sell, pay, and bribe if his violable rules of the game dictate it; painters I would imagine a peace-loving still life next to my loneliness cavity so that I could rest s My darling's healing and mild-paying swan hand as a protector Angel's wing would rock rocking quietly!
The phantoms of hatred and envy are constantly besieged, and sometimes it would be better to leave everything behind and escape the window, redeemed by the bone-cracking anger of a dull angry volcano! My attentive, caring eye would open the gates of the Universe as our hesitant lips reveal the secrets of glowing, harmonious kisses; do I have to give up on eternal happiness with mature reas...
Hey funny man
Hey funny man
Up there dancing and clowning around
Hey funny man
With painted face, baggy clothes, and large shoes
But
When the show's over
The makeup and the costume removed
The person the audience doesn't see
A man of deep sparrow
A man of gloom
A past that haunts him
Sadness and doom