By Dennis Williams
Land upon a star
You work, I sweat, and they collect the payment on the next fourth night. Many gather, few are compensated and the needs of the majority are never met. While the chief unscrupulous frolic in splendor with his chosen few. So it set the space cannot accommodate the cry of the many life was planned to be this way. The crack was designed to allow only a few free passageways, it was created small by design, that only a few will make it through. Make all the plans you want, your lot is already designed, and predetermined. The bottleneck will not allow the passage of the deserving. I cry and howl for many but my tears were shed in vain, the lamentation of the many will go unheard. The vast universe can accommodate the cry of all, but only a few will ever land upon a star.
A helping hand
I see you as I traverse The treacherous road Dark and forbidden Lonely and in despair But I am afraid And You are afraid I know not your trick And you see not my heart And I can only ponder As I traverse What has caused this once-willing soul? To become so hard Rock hard Unwilling When willing And Tears flood my soul My willing soul What has brought us here? What has hardened our hearts? Why have we Replace flesh with stone What has brought us here? Were we pushed? Or were we reluctantly pulled? Screaming screeching It grieves my soul That I should have denied you A helping hand.
Hunger at my doorstep
How could it Stain only my plate How could it Erode only my faith Sleeping and waking A companion of mine Refusing to leave No divorce on its mind Wanting to stay Refusing to leave Hanging on for its dear life.
Dirt poor
Work hard Dirt poor Work hard I can’t forget It won’t let me forget The many nights Cold ground Cold nights No escape route As the sun peep The dew subside A lonely street becomes engulf The urge to move to deny Hard Difficult I refuse to budge Coldwater prohibited
Should I just dream again?
What a time to lose my goal, what a time to build again. What a time to pick up the pieces, what a time to start all over. No longer full of strength, ache is my dearest companion, My body rather sit all day and rest. Sleep is my bedfellow, At least I get a chance to sleep and dream, In my dream, I can climb the steepest mountain, In my dream, I can build again. Should I wake up, or go back to sleep, Should I leave my project to the next generation? Should I call names in my sleep, of friends and relatives, I can bequest, the willing hands that are ready to build again, starts again, or should I just go back to bed, sleep, and just dream again
Being with you
I hope each day is better than ever. Hope your face hurts because your smile is so big. I hope your whole day will be filled with sunshine and laughter. When you wish, I hope you wish big. I hope you tomorrow are friendly and kind. I wish you these things in life adventure, good days, good friends, Good times, peace, happiness…… And a whole lot of fun.
Happy
Happy from the first time we met, I was happy, happy, and happier sadness is gone, I’m happy My feet are light, I’m happy sadness took flight I’m happy, happy, just happy. The glow is evident visible from ten thousand miles adrift glittering in the dark I’m just happy, happy, and happy. A happy man indeed It’s hard to understand my friend says it’s true. What has washed away this blue? Its happiness around every corner No one tries to comprehend. My family, my friends Every one Just call me happy.
Exposed naked and bare
Clouded deeds expose Now you need redemption Expose, expose, naked and bare To the bone, dry bones Clouded deeds exposed. Lies and cheat All your evil plans expose Everything now exposed, naked, bare Exposing who you really are Expose, naked, and bare Dry bones on the hill. Everything now comes to light Everyone is surprise Bewilder Trust betrayed Confident eroded Expose, naked and bare. Expose truth are now lies True love becomes hate A million dreams are now shattered With too many pieces to gather Too many hearts to mend. Too much cloud to clear Too much rain deny Too many eyes welled Too many mountains to climb Mask severely torn Evil ways were severely shattered.
Dennis is a poet/writer from Sandy Hill, St. Catherine, Jamaica. He is blessed and humbled to have his writings published in the Agape Review, the American Diversity Report (ADR), Alchemy Spoon issue #7, the Health Line Zine #1, the independent literary magazine Adelaide #54, EgoPHobia # 74, livina Press issue# 3, Blue Pepper Magazine, entropy2, five fleas itchy poetry magazine, Blue unicorn, Dry River issue 2, and Roots and resettlement Vol.3.
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