Stagnated for a lifetime it seems we've given up
Circumstances without progress forcing us to accept
Held captive by a huge smoke screen we turned a blind eye
As we became passive, opportunity was lost for us
Waiting motionless, hoping for just a little change
Laughing continuously 'cause we don’t believe
Restricted by expectation, paralyzed in life
We seek for a glimmer of hope, avoiding our doom
Awakening with a feeling of determination
Reflecting and rejecting all insecurity
We endeavour to embrace our motivation
Today we take a stand and pull our own strings
Shifting our mentality is what makes the difference
Making small steps towards what we want ‘it’ to be
Opportunity is there, right in front of us
Captured with enthusiasm we're ready to explore
There once was a hedgehog crying all day long.
Along came a squirrel asking what's wrong.
The squirrel felt sorry and gave him a hug.
But then he shouted and called the hedgehog a thug.
The hedgehog just shrugged and cried even more.
His eyes started to burn and his throat was so sore.
So he started walking towards the lake.
And on his way he came across a snake.
The snake felt sorry but wanted to eat him as well.
He wasn’t interested in what the hedgehog had to tell.
But the hedgehog didn’t see it because of the tears in his eyes.
So the snake was a sudden and unpleasant surprise.
The snake opened his mouth to take a bite.
But then he shouted and ran off in fright.
The hedgehog then slowed down his pace.
Can nobody love me? He cried into space.
Along came a fairy who had been watching all day.
She said she could help him but he had to repay.
She said she could release him from his pains with one magic spell.
But then he had to say all his friends farewell.
The hedgehog thought of it for a little while.
But then his tears dried and he said with a smile:
My friends might not hug me but the really do care.
I know I can rely on them and that they always be there.
The fairy smiled and wiped the hedgehog last fallen tear.
Then she spoke: ‘my dear hedgehog, that was all I needed to hear’
Thee Family Pet
smallest in the family,
but makes it complete...
stays away from father,
does'nt like the heat...
is completely unleashed,
a very naughty chap...
astronomers got furious,
and gave him a tight slap...
hail! oh ye astronomers,
no matter however small he mite be...
but this little guy,
will always be a planet to me...
Something i penned back in January, after our club's disappointing performance at the BUCS kayak slalom competition a few days earlier. (And being January, by god was it cold!)
(with apologies to Poe)
Once upon a morning bleary, while i waited, weak and weary
Above a cold and churning flow at Tees Barrage
While i bobbed there gently crapping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone loudly rapping, rapping from the one in charge
"'Tis some signal" i muttered, rapping from the one in charge
Only this, and nothing large.
Ah, distinctly i remember it was like the bleak December
As of a dying ember brought my consent upon this folly.
Eagerly i wished the morrow, for i had sought to borrow
Extra kit surcease of sorrow, sorrow that had seemed so jolly,
For the rare and treasured BUCS points wanted wholly,
Namely here desired solely.
Presently my soul grew stronger, fearing humiliation no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness i implore,
But the fact is i'm a novice, seeking comfort in the solace,
Of your judgement free from malice, malice at my boat afore
Your eyes, you see a creeker" here i started of the course,
Icy water there, and nothing more.
Deep into those green gates peering, soon i reached them, fearing
Doubting, taking lines no kayaker dared to run before,
Dreaming that the line remain unbroken, the cold air gave no token,
And the judges they have spoken of missed gates one or four,
Time penalties they inflicted for my sins around the course
Merely this, and nothing more
In the end pool ears were burning, as the water ran there churning,
Suddenly i saw a swimmer, swimming in the waves afore,
"Surely", said I, "surely that is someone learning,
Of the water's power turning, turning over his boat for sure,
Let's be still a moment, and this mystery explore
'Tis the stopper, nothing more."
No time to ponder, 'ere i fear i must wander,
To the starting place over yonder, wondering of his fate no more,
From some unhappy disaster, still this course is mine to master,
For my time might still be faster, faster than the run before,
Less gates i missed than those on the run before,
Less fifty seconds i implore.
Then i felt the air grow denser, cloying from an watery censor,
As tempest tossed my ride asunder, asunder in the icy flow,
Freezing my torso into rigor, empty of all vim and vigour,
Rolling failed, my options hither: falling from the boat i go,
Praying salvation from hydrous torture, to the bank i climb and know,
There are photos, ever so.
And the water still is churning, disdaining hopes of all concerning,
For the red gates backwards turning, points are flying out the door,
And the cold is all consuming, feelings lost and noses streaming,
Papery judgements ever reaming, places slipping by twos and fours,
BUCS points now a distant dream my mind is set for evermore,
Run the slalom, nevermore!
There's nothing cuter than a baby's laugh.
Unless it's 2am and you live alone!
Security Watch Guard
plays a sad tune,
lonely and alone...
completely out of range,
never answers the phone...
so far so far away,
keeps a watch on the hood...
looks like he needs a break,
take a long vacation he should...
it's hard to be so far,
and still be on the line...
until he hangs around,
he'll do just fine...
A Museum Discovery
She was sitting, alone.
Old scenes, on the walls.
A tear left her eye,
Which captured, my heart.
To not break the silence,
I penned my concern.
On bench, she leaned sideways,
Took notepad, from me.
We gently engaged
In a shared history.
Our movements, were one,
As we spoke, soundlessly.
The ultimate disclosure --
Her muteness, to me.
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j. r. martin
13 July 2013
has got a strange name,
used as a sick joke...
if he had his way,
in return with meteors he would poke...
he is a icy stone,
and lives real far...
on the outskirts of the system,
slowly driving in his car...
though not given much importance,
but still he does exist...
if ever asked you for a drive,
surely you won't be able to resist...
My inner clown
I'm beginning to feel myself
As if I'm breaking out
Of a thick and selfmade shell
No more fear, no more anticipation
I say "YES" to freedom!!
Live my life without frustration
No more down
I control insane
My Clown is born
And laughter is my fame.
made up of a mixture of gases,
surrounded with rings of snow dirt...
has a crush on balle,
wears a wonderful skirt...
a little far off,
she seems to be mean...
no naked eyes gotta use a telescope,
orelse her beauty can't be seen...
moves around quietly,
does'nt do much...
her rotation is enough,
her glamour is such...
A man walks, his shoulders moving to the beat of life's insanity.
A man breathes, filling his lungs with the blank images of his past.
A man looks, his eyes wide open to the event that we call life .
A man dies, no air to waste, no one to escape to.
A man, buried, no soul to be captured, no light to shine upon.
A man, reborn, his feet hit the sidewalk of life.
A man on fire, the blood in his veins belongs to the forces of nature.
A man, alive, no memories or shadows to be hunted .
A man loves, earning his wings, to fly without the burden of loneliness.
The vastness of Space empowers us,
makes us universally equal,
and frees us from submission
to supposed higher powers
Frees us from the shackles
of fate, false prophecies and signs;
and instead makes us the creator,
not of power, wealth or life;
but of ourselves,
who decide the present
and shape future and past
he seemed like a boaster,
cause I know he's made of just gas...
but don't you be mistaken,
underneath he has a heavy mass...
eldest in the family,
the backyard he patrols...
if anyone gets out of the line,
with gravity he controls...
stays away from father,
but protects like no other...
single handedly manages asteroids,
thank god for heavenly brother...
they say he's quite complicated,
but i find him pretty simple...
in the whole solar family,
he's got the biggest pimple...
it's fun to stare at him,
lying down in the bed...
when others look white n blue,
he seems to be completely red...
he looks quite mysterious,
and hides secrets from me n you...
someday i shall pay him a visit,
hope he would be glad too...
don't know from where to start,
don't know what to say...
graciously blessed to have her,
thanking god every single night i pray...
i seldom act quite sick,
make her dirty and pollute...
but she never ever complains,
just plays the nature's flute...
i kill her day by day,
with my never ending greed...
while she smiles quietly,
and keeps sowing the life's seed...
she holds me inside her belly,
never cuts the umbilical chord...
she exists therefore i exist,
for me she's the supreme lord...
comes third in the row,
mother's twin sister...
she looks pretty cool,
but she's burning hot mister...
while the whole family's in sync,
she dances to her own tune...
seems to have a pretty face,
but her lips are sand dunes...
without her directional help,
even pirates would die...
every sailor's love,
she sparkles bright in the dawn sky...
lazy maid works very slow,
rightfully trying to serve her master...
she works hard no doubt,
but slow service is a complete disaster...
she never complains though,
never asks for a break...
at end of her day,
looks like a molten cake...
certainly repenting she seems,
due to her secret past...
it is a solar spell,
which she cannot uncast...
he sits rite in the centre chair boldly,
around him the whole family revolves...
it is him who upholds the whole system,
with his will the universe evolves...
he pours the light,
in to the dark emptiness...
he lightens up the horizon,
with his own willingness...
all in all his glory shall prevail,
it is he who makes every boat sail...
at times he is soar,
and his anger flares...
with mercyful eyes,
every organism glares...
king of the universe,
with him nobody can strife...
giver of warmth,
and the sustainer of life...
the supreme commander, lord of lords...
the king godfather, god of gods...
down in green pastures
Gazing at the illuminated sky
Astonished by celestial magnificence
What this splendor does imply.
Feeling the grandeur of it all
Energy flowing through their veins
Souls entwined together
Only unconditional love remains.
No physical love, just heartfelt hugs
In love with each other’s soul
Inspired and in love with life itself
They see the beauty of it all.
A Tribute to the Warriors of D.P.C...
Legend has it hidden and so it shall be told...
The story of 2 Persistent Warriors who are really bold...
They fight every day to keep DPC alive and use weapons which are made in poem moulds...
One is thee J who rockz real hardcore n the other is B who simply chills and rolls...
Although made of flesh n bones but born with poetic souls...
Saving the Sinking DPC Ship by stuffing emotions in the hull's holes...
While others struggle hard in the Mad rush of scoring Credit goals...
Fanatics Fantastics J & B dig out Diamonds from mines of coals...
I salute these Soldiers of Poems for whom forever the bells shall toll...
( P.S. - Where the Hell is Everybody Else??? )
In a quite life,
I heard your heart of hearts,