Meratropolis

Still, However

Time passes, year after year,

And I still can’t forget.

We used to be so near

Since that day we met;

You didn’t mean to hurt me

But you just wanted what’s best.

All you needed was to see

⁃ see that I wasn’t like the rest.

The Past is behind us, the present minds us;

We’re too good for each other

So we let it bribe us.

Reality says no, but deep inside we still know:

We want it, we…

The Lovelorn Kiss

Early into the Canadian spring

shone the late afternoon sun,

burning brightly, melting away my composure,

And drawing me closer to her.

My temperament ran dry as I began moving in for the kill,

Hoping for some feels and maybe even a kiss

⁃ a lovelorn kiss; one that I did not get, nor may ever.

I blamed myself for going in too soon,

And it was, after all, my fault.

She wasn’t…

Love Loss by Philip Straub

Affinition

The pain within me subsists

Failing to subside along

the malevolent shores of misery

– leaving my beckoning for

peace at a stalemate

I roam, now, as before,

as, what I once thought,

may not have been always

– now reassured as always

Discontent with the present condition,

I tend to be at a disadvantage of any sort of success in the gamble of affinition

Affinit…

aşk şiiri

A poem I wrote in Turkish a couple of months back. I added an English version to it for my non-Turkish speaking audience.

Aşk Şiiri 

Ey sevgili dostum

Seni bekledim

Bana geldin

Şimdi kalbim sakin

Aşkım hüküm sürdü

A Love Poem

O my dear friend,

I’ve waited for you –

You came to me.

Now my heart is calm:

My Love has prevailed

  ~ Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 3, 2017

Lovers Estranged

 In the dark of night  We quivered and shook,

Made love without light

 – without eyes to look.

Yet so strong was our bond

That the union only grew 

So perfect, yet so wrong;

None but us knew

Of a love quite this true. And then on a night,

quite warm 

Malice bellowed between us

And bore out a storm.

Our glimmer turned to rust:

I left her alone and she let me be,

Which brought…

Hello my fellow audience,

It has been quite a while since I’ve posted anything on this blog. My apologies to those who’ve been following me for the past four years or so; I’ve been busy working on many other writing projects, on top of having had quite a chaotic year, personally. But my I haven’t forgotten about my poetry. The following poem will be the first one I’ll be posting in over a year…

So You Want To Be A Writer – Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

A poem by one of my favorite poets, Charles Bukowski.

So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. i…

Behind These Bloody Eyes

No War for Our Children 

Behind These Bloody Eyes

How many days go by Without a word of solace? Everyday people die, Yet we hear no condolence. Is our blood worth anything to you Or is it just like the water you drink. What is the matter with all of you? Do any of you have a mind to think?

Innocent people are dying, As the world stares. Their bodies are on the floor, lying. And I don’t believe…

Support Bernie Sanders for President!

Bernie Sanders

  Hello!

I have endorsed Bernie Sanders for President of the United States of America.

I could write a lengthy essay on what I support him and his policy proposals, but it could all be found on his website, where he lays out it great detail all that he plans to do when he comes into the highest office in the nation.

Go on BernieSanders.com

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Malcolm X

A poem for Malcolm X written by Margaret Walker.

For Malcolm X

All you violated ones with gentle hearts; You violent dreamers whose cries shout heartbreak; Whose voices echo clamors of our cool capers, And whose black faces have hollowed pits for eyes. All you gambling sons and hooked children and bowery bums Hating white devils and black bourgeoisie, Thumbing your noses at your burning…