I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
......
At the bottom of my garden
There's a hedgehog and a frog
And a lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath a log,
There's a baby daddy long legs
And an easy-going snail
And a family of woodlice,
All are on my nature trail.
There are caterpillars waiting
......
You want to be in a gang
And shoot up everything with a bang
You say they'll have your back
But education is what you lack
Education is the key to life
And not getting stabbed with a knife
Education will lead you to great heights
And not to everyday fights
Education will help you excel
Not lead you to a county jail
......
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
......
I'm just trying to survive
Is it so surprising
That I want to leave?
To get away from everything?
Trust me this isn't easy
I'm not here because it's fun
I wasn't lying to you
Trying to get your sympathy
......
A angry old man wrote a lullaby.
He sang the song
to his grand daughter.
His rusty, gone voice stumbling
out a tune about chocolate
ice cream and puppies.
She knew no difference in love
for chocolate ice cream and
the old wrinkled lips
serenading her.
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LUCACI FLORENTIN - SERENDIPITY - ȚARA MEA NOUĂ - MY NEW COUNTRY
Va pup dragii mei fani , mult ați mai așteptat
Acest poem nou, frumos , din sufletul curat
Și iată din senin și curcubee vă fac din nou șah mat
Am toate formele legale și la OSIM eu l-am înregistrat
Să nu vină vreo impostoare tupeistă să zică că i l-am furat
Bazată pe eșecul statului de drept cum ni s-a precizat
Pe prostia, lenea și incompetența unui sistem ratat
Ce perpetuează racilele comuniste, securiste de rahat
......
Dinner each day
The time slowly passes
Four round plates
Two pairs of glasses
Together each day
Never unfurled
Sharing what we had to say
About the world
When summers heat
......
Again I sit in an airport gate.
2 hours removed from 100 days in Dublin.
15 hours from another Florida homecoming.
My heart aches for the Irish green I'm leaving.
It aches, too, for the warm beaches I've missed.
How obnoxious, to mourn both at once.
I will never have enough days at home.
......
Severed
From gentleness
Torn apart
Into a million
Searing pieces
Whatever killed me
I killed the world in return