Covered In Filth-promote yourself

     

What about the nakedness objectified,

still lusted after?

What about that ‘C’ word

You crushed your wife with yesterday?

What about the ‘F’ bomb detonation, mushroom clouded,

That left a fall-out on your kid?

What about the G___D____ word,

That slips out every time things don’t go our way?

What about The Lord’s prayer,

And every prayer that ends in affirmation of Amen?

Only to awaken ungrateful,

And repeat the cycle all over again?

What about these things?

These contradictions we live?

This hypocrisy we unconsciously give knowing better?

Covered by the blood,

Cleansed but returning to wallow in mud?

Given the bread of life

And returning to eating our own vomit?

What of these shameful things unspeakable?

Should they be spoken out into the open?

What about hidden agendas that keep us unreachable?

What of our own understanding that renders us unteachable?

What about constructs, fabrications, abandoned life-saving stations?

What about delusions, self-infusions, collusions in ignorance and knowingly?

What about the taboos embraced simultaneously?

What about panting in the dark,

Feeling pursued, exhausted and scared?

What of being tired of feeling as though,

every day is a race in running for your life?

What about that book of perfect matches in one hand,

And that candle in the other?

Trembling every night…

Praying for the Light,

What about that,

What are you gonna’ do?

Are you afraid of who will see you,

“standing out”

Set aside…

in the glow?

A.G.

Anthony Gomez

https://justhappeneduponthis.wordpress.com/2015/01/21/covered-in-filth/

 

My reckless heart – Promote Yourself

My heart goes to places where it needs to be’ it pushes through with harmony.
It tells you where you want to go’ you follow your heart that you know’ at times you’re sure you’re on the right track’ but in fact you’re looking all the way back.
Day by day as your heart cries’ then you hear about all the lies.
Now my heart has broken into two’ you know its not all about you.
Its time to heal my broken heart’ just go on make a fresh start.
Now its time to be sure’ lets move on and find a cure’ as my heart needs to mend’ I may find a brand new friend.

Patricia bourne WordPress 2014

Soulmate – Promote Yourself

The old man with his walking stick
Descended down the hill,
With a handful of flowers
And a greeting in his hand.

As he took a stroll across the valley,
He was reminded of the time he had left behind,
In midst of this market’s hurry back then
He had met her for the very first time.

With a small smile on his face,
He moved ahead to find the altar
Where he along with her, made their vows
To be together forever and ever.

The memory had made his eyes turn moist
As he holds on to the wedding ring on his hand,
He loved her like no other
And now he was all lost like no other.

Walking past the gates of the cemetery
Till he reached the stone in the green corner,
Placing the flowers and the greeting,
He wished “Happy Anniversary, sweetheart”.

Regards,
R. Roopesh Kumar

My self Roopesh (www.rroopeshkumar.wordpress.com) from India, a 22 year old who loves to write freestyle poetry and also very much interested in writing short stories. 

I find “poetreecreations.org” as a wonderful platform for showcasing poetry which I am really passionate about. I would love to contribute a verse to the wonderful poetry you publish.