Ambition Poems
Life
by Sihle Mjobo
Birth, life and death
The knowledge of this earth
Neither before nor after present
Following their select ascent
Part pursuing purpose
As sole intent
Part pursuing pleasure
Till life is spent
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The House of Fame
by Richard Randolph
I waited outside the House of Fame
as there was nothing else to do.
Then, when nearly all hope was loss,
an important woman noticed me there.
She took my hand and said I had promise
before disappearing into a well-lit hall.
Soon afterward, the large doors closed
and it was very dark, and I was cold.
But I could still hear the music playing
and see people on a moonlit balcony.
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The Last Poem of 2020
by Zach Ascot
Another step forward,
Another chance at bliss,
With enough self-belief,
To take a chance at this.
Dreams held close,
Beyond mind and etched on paper,
All to be chased,
But the pursuit of love was greater.
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HR Tele-Novella
by Max Kwoa
I patched another heel strap,
racing between shiny lifts,
to make a statement!
While some enjoy their birth’s gifts,
I chase behind the wealth gap.
Resumes hover above pavement,
as we compete with dumb confidence,
framed by a well-oiled trap.
I entertain a modern romance,
......
The Call to Wisdom
by Zach Ascot
Hollow knocking,
Skies that blur,
Calling for your attention,
Time to wake up.
A strange sense of peace upon you,
Where is your place in history?
Assess your existence,
Time grinds forwards,
Are you being left behind,
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The House of Fame
by Richard Randolph
I waited outside the House of Fame
as there was nothing else to do.
Then, when nearly all hope was loss,
an important woman noticed me there.
She took my hand and said I had promise
before disappearing into a well-lit hall.
Soon afterward, the large doors closed
and it was very dark, and I was cold.
But I could still hear the music playing
and see people on a moonlit balcony.
......
Money
by Lily Isong
Money
money, the root of all evil,
who wants the root when you can have a couple branches
A shoulder to cry on should smell like mint
From blood and sweat we make this wealth
But character would keep the flow
A woman can have them all and a bit more
Streaks of poverty could be my woe
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The Last Poem of 2020
by Zach Ascot
Another step forward,
Another chance at bliss,
With enough self-belief,
To take a chance at this.
Dreams held close,
Beyond mind and etched on paper,
All to be chased,
But the pursuit of love was greater.
......
Firefly
by Awwab ParachaThe firefly in my soul is burning my body. It makes me run until I'm near death, then gives me a few seconds to catch my breath. Then, chop-chop, back to the hustle! Again. The six strings become my entire world as I get lost in the web of possibilities that are just aching to be realized, be seen, and be heard. My words melt onto the page, taking form as the led of my pencil turns into liquid gold that bleeds out of my pores when I cry. I want to cry. I need to cry. I want my tears to turn into lines that form sentences that stab people's hearts like the spear of lightning that was birthed in the caves of Zeus's fingerprints. I want my fingerprints to be remembered. I want my sentences to be kept in a museum beside those ancient teapots that were used by some fat king. I want my six strings to become someone's entire world, their entire universe. I wanna be famous. I want to play with my life. I wanna destroy it and bring it back with the help of my firefly. This firefly runs through my veins faster than my blood, faster than my pain, faster than my joy, and faster than... me. It is my desire and my friend. It is my desire to be a friend. It is my poison and my medicine. It is everything. I love my firefly.
Continue readingHR Tele-Novella
by Max Kwoa
I patched another heel strap,
racing between shiny lifts,
to make a statement!
While some enjoy their birth’s gifts,
I chase behind the wealth gap.
Resumes hover above pavement,
as we compete with dumb confidence,
framed by a well-oiled trap.
I entertain a modern romance,
......
