Broken people, broken places
broken money for those play sets,
broken smiles that used to shine
broken watches still tell time.

Now a day's
teachers want to earn
they are not bothered
till the student rises
so they impart extra tuition

when one comes out as
Outstanding
then they can say
see he is my student...

Education is not the essence of life
Knowledge comes more with
Experience
all of you here
have such an immense store

no one can with anyone compare
as one's wisdom
with humanity openly
one does share

sincere poets are always
in our perpetual
everlasting glare...

Submitted by Robert Tucker PhD on Sun, 2018-08-26 11:28

The night is dark and full of Terrors
Spreads the mischief of darkness
You that harbour evil and cast
Away light even with it's regal position
Even The Shadow's are frightened!

Night
Evil you hold dear
You pushed The Stars far away
And evil deeds you embrace!
Your presence be felt everywhere.

Night,night
Reveal yourself and let
Light take darkness as it's protege.

A life in the jungle
A life of hustle
A life full of bundles
Of spiralling wavering bubbles

A life of pressure
A life of painful pleasure
A life of no leisure
A life of sorrow that cannot be measured

A life full of desires
Of what to acquire
A life that aspires
With no clue as to when it will expire

A life of lust
In spite of the cost
A life of dust
If it comes to worst

My pen for once will bleed tonight
as autumn's acorns drum the roof
bringing my mortality into sight.
Is anyone actually time proof?

If so it's nobody I know
for they have mostly fallen by the way.
Gone to where ever people go
after they've lived their last day.

I turn my thoughts from those now passed
for next up to come is the regrets;
words left unsaid in the past;
time wasted on worries and frets.

Bruise don't hide easily under white skin,
tears don't hide easy when you keep them in,
I have broken arms and legs, but I don't need a crutch
I've gained a lot of weight so I won't eat lunch.

first look
an impression
second one
a perception
eyes closed
an image
re-opened
a blank

a dream?
may be
a nightmare?
know not
what then?
um disbelief
of what?
um peace

The grand master hung over me
And shadowed all but the rolling sea
In the flowered green hollow of the valley
The fairies and elves danced with glee
From the perch high above I could see
The coloured bridge that often covered me
There In that unknown to dare all fantasies
While travelling untested paths to condone
All I did see whilst contemplating alone
In the vision that willingly guided me home
And each moment spent at dusk
A new adventure was mine to entrust
And guide those to a needed seer

Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes
evoke inside me the loveliest thought;
they unfurl a heart like a budding rose. Esoteric feelings that nobody knows
but moms; a secret love as they first spot
ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. As soft skin scents naturally arose,
to speak of volumes that heroes got not
they unfurl a heart like a budding rose. No piece of poetry, not even prose
has told in words- nor even a snapshot
ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Not only the toes, but also the nose
(inherited by forerunners, not taught),