Poetry

Poets from around the world submit their works of art.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Prayer of the Dying

by Sabina

Hear me, hear my cries of desperation
Save me, save me from a world of hopelessness
Be near me, be near me when the waves come crashing down on me
Rejoice with me; rejoice when the water trickles lightly over me

Stand by me; stand by me when the world wants to consume me
Comfort me; comfort me when the glass around me starts to break
Jump with me, jump with me into the sacred and unknown
Laugh with me, laugh with me until there’s nothing more to laugh at

Sing with me; sing with me that sweet lullaby
Dance with me, dance with me till I hear the music no more
Stay with me, stay with me until your spirit leaves me dry
Haunt me; haunt me forever and ever and evermore…

Copyright Sabina 2003.  Used by permission.

Posted by Cezanne Huq on 12/10 at 04:12 PM
Poetry • (1) Comments • (1) TrackbacksPermalink

Saturday, March 08, 2003

The Ballad of Chad

by Charles Jones

Listen my children to you old granddad
And I’ll tell you a story that’s really sad
Back in the year two thousand and zero
When the whole nation looked for a hero
We go Chad.
After a long, bitter, hard fought campaign
Between a liar and a man with no brain
Only one State remained so divided
The winner might have to be decided
By Chad.

The voters had spoken in Florida
They’d said ..er, well, ah.., you know,..duh.
We can’t decide with any precision,
So let someone else make the decision.
How about Chad?
Holena Ballot felt somebody blew it
When she was poked everyone knew it.
She wasn’t dimpled, she never dangled,
And nothing was loose with nothing mangled.
Not like that Chad!
So the recount got started and some more
Votes were added to for the side of Al Gore.
The Bush backers said, “That just isn’t fair.
You’ve altered the rules so don’t even dare
Count that Chad”.
So the case was sent to the Supreme Court.
The judges said, “Stop! You’ll have to abort.
We can’t say for certain which dents are votes.
There are no guidelines and there are no notes
About that Chad.
Well, now you know children how five to four
George Bush was elected and not ole Al Gore.
How each Supreme Justice in a black robe
Repaid his Party for the favors he owed.
The losers blamed Chad.

Copyright Charles Jones

Posted by Cezanne Huq on 03/08 at 03:45 PM
Poetry • (0) Comments • (147595) TrackbacksPermalink
Page 1 of 1 pages