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A poem about infanticide of girls...
"Save Our Sisters!"
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Strings of girls, strands of pearls,
Gone, gone, gone. Pretty, pretty, girls.
A mother's hug, a sister’s laugh, a daughter’s kiss
Lost, lost, lost. Missed, missed, missed.
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Young girls grow up, become young ladies.
But for Indian girls, that’s a big maybe
Young girls grow up, become young ladies.
But for Chinese girls, that’s a big maybe,
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Run, Run, Run, hide your daughters,
Run, Run, Run. Run from the slaughter.
Wake up world, we’ve lost too many sisters.
S.O.S. World, Save Our Souls, Save Our Sisters.
NoelsArt
Comments: In some parts of the world, the three deadliest words are “It’s a girl”. Girls are killed for being girls. After watching this movie trailer http://www.itsagirlmovie.com/ , I wrote the poem above. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
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Noel Flater Poem
"Kevin"
Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.
You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
But one day;
the junkie didn't have it,
so Kevin didn't give it,
but the junkie had to have it,
but Kevin didn't get it.
So when his beeper beeped beeped,
the Junkie popped popped.
And when his beeper beeped beeped.
his heart beat beat,
"Stopped."
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“In Truth, He Lies”
(Kevin’s Funeral)
Preacher screams,
"He's goin’ to heaven",,
Kendra cries,
"Wake up Kevin",,
Momma sighs,
"Baby, don't cry",,
Grandma weeps,
"Kevin's asleep",,
Grandpa states,
"Resting his eyes",,
But when Momma screams,
"wake up Kevin",,
Grandpa weeps,
and then we all cry,
But to me,
It don't matter none.
Whether Kevin's in Hell,
for what he's done.
But the truth is,
Kevin lies.
In that casket,
before my eyes,
And the coffin keeps,
such still remains.
But will the coffin keep,
what still remains?
NoelsArt
Comments: Above is a poem about Kevin, a drug dealer. Added this week is Kevin’s Funeral poem. FEEDBACK WELCOME
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Noel Flater Poem
When When Then Yoga
When
Your downward dog is barking and
Your cat pose is meowing and
Your tree pose is swaying and
Your cow pose is mooing and
Your cobra pose is striking and
Your sphinx pose is speaking and
When
Your child pose gets naughty and
Your warrior one gets shot and
Your warrior two goes down and
Your corpse pose stiffens.
Then
Your yoga journey ends.
NoelsArt
Comments: This poem is dedicated to me, the world’s stiffest yoga dude. Namaste. FEEDBACK WELCOME
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Noel Flater Poem
Going Down Under!
Toes step, from dry to wet sand
Foot sinks, bathes in waves
Whoosh, waves splash ankles to toes
Cold, cool water, how far should I go?
Waves pulls back, pulls sand into sea
Feet step, from wet to wetter sand
Feet sink, deeper in still
Cold, cool water, how far should I go?
Whoosh, waves splash ankles to knees
Waves deciding, I’m getting wetter
Whoosh, waves splash, knees to belly
Knees jelly, with my jelly belly
Whoosh, waves crash, belly to chest
Waves deciding, I’m falling backwards
Whoosh, waves smash, above me,
Falling, crawling, Going Down Under!
Noels_Art
Comments: Sometimes the water’s cold. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
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Noel Flater Poem
Pounds! Pounds! Pounds!
Step on scale, gotta lose weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Pound in new habits, eat right, run more
Run round, round, round.
Can’t wait, step on scale,
Sure I’ve lost weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Step on scale, gained weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Pound in new habits, eat right less, run more, more.
Run round, round, round, round.
Can’t wait, step on scale,
Sure, I’ve lost weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Step on scale, gained weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Pound in new habits,
Hammer in hand, Hammer to scale,
Pounds! Pounds! Pounds! …
NoelsArt
Comments: Who hasn't lost weight and wants to do damage to a truth lying scale. FEEDBACK WELCOME
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Noel Flater Poem
Ode to a Writer
Who will find it?
my consonants of Gold,
and vowels of Silver,
my pearls of poetry,
and rubies of writing,
Who will find me?
So, I can be paid
the Big, Big bucks?,
So I can hob knob
with Who's Who,
and lecture them
on such and such.
Publishers out there,
I got plots to pitch,
ideas to discuss,
Ways to make you rich
But All in All,
I'm tired of waiting
And God,
I've been praying
for that right way of saying,
Sir, would you, Uh
Ma'am, could you, Um.
What if I Uh
Maybe I could Um.
Who will find it?
my consonants of Gold,
and vowels of Silver,
my pearls of poetry,
and rubies of writing.
NoelsArt
Comments: Like many of us, I hope to be discovered, go “viral”. I like the “Sir, would, Uh”, shows my shyness, awkwardness, wanting and fearing fame I guess. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
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Noel Flater Poem
Toastmaster Speech - Poem
Today, writing my next Toastmasters speech
So today, my next poem will be out of reach
Hopefully next week, more words will I seek
But today, my next poem is asleep.
Noel from NoelsArt
Comments: Today, I’m writing an important Toastmasters speech. After completing my next speech, I will finish Pathways Presentation Mastery speech path, which is a great accomplishment!
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Noel Flater Poem
In Truth, He Lies, She Cries
"Kevin"
Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.
You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
But one day;
the junkie didn't have it,
so Kevin didn't give it,
but the junkie had to have it,
but Kevin didn't get it.
So when his beeper beeped beeped,
the Junkie popped popped.
And when his beeper beeped beeped.
his heart beat beat,
"Stopped."
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“Kevin’s Funeral”
In Truth, He Lies
Preacher screams,
"He's goin’ to heaven",,
Kendra cries,
"Wake up Kevin",,
Momma sighs,
"Baby, don't cry",,
Grandma weeps,
"Kevin's asleep",,
Grandpa states,
"Resting his eyes",,
But when Momma screams,
"wake up Kevin",,
Grandpa weeps,
and then we all cry,
But to me,
It don't matter none.
Whether Kevin's in Hell,
for what he's done.
But the truth is,
Kevin lies.
In that casket,
before my eyes,
And the coffin keeps,
such still remains.
But will the coffin keep,
what still remains?
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Kendra’s Cries
(Kevin’s Baby Sister)
Is Kevin destined,
To rest in sleep?
Or Kevin alive,
When Kendra weeps?
Drive down Main st.
At the stop light,
Stop! Then go right.
"Right?"
Right!
Onto Grief St.
"Onto where?"
Onto Grief St.
Drive down Grief St.
At the stop sign.
Stop! Then stare right.
"Right?"
Right!
Into Kendra,
"Into where?"
Into Kendra.
Her Kneeees,
Grounded on the concrete.
Her eyeees,
Focused on the concrete.
Her tearrrs,
Falling on that chalk line.
Her hearrrt,
Broken by his outline,
Kevin!
Butttt,
Put the pedal to the medal,
Try to say "See ya",
Go from zero to sixty;
But I'll still see ya.
Cuz I'm always there,
When Kendra cries.
Cuzzzz,
Some walls got ears,
But mine's got eyes…
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Kendra’s Eyes On the Wall {Limerick}
Eye once had a brother named Kevin,
Who got shot and went up to heaven,
He left home one day
And got blown away.
So Eye don't see him no more.
NoelsArt
Comments: Above is a poem about Kevin, a drug dealer. Added this week a poem about Kevin’s sister, Kendra. FEEDBACK WELCOME
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In Truth, He Dies
"Kevin"
Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.
You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
But one day;
the junkie didn't have it,
so Kevin didn't give it,
but the junkie had to have it,
but Kevin didn't get it.
So when his beeper beeped beeped,
the Junkie popped popped.
And when his beeper beeped beeped.
his heart beat beat,
"Stopped."
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“Kevin’s Funeral”
In Truth, He Lies
Preacher screams,
"He's goin’ to heaven",,
Kendra cries,
"Wake up Kevin",,
Momma sighs,
"Baby, don't cry",,
Grandma weeps,
"Kevin's asleep",,
Grandpa states,
"Resting his eyes",,
But when Momma screams,
"wake up Kevin",,
Grandpa weeps,
and then we all cry,
But to me,
It don't matter none.
Whether Kevin's in Hell,
for what he's done.
But the truth is,
Kevin lies.
In that casket,
before my eyes,
And the coffin keeps,
such still remains.
But will the coffin keep,
what still remains?
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Kendra’s Cries
(Kevin’s Baby Sister)
Is Kevin destined,
To rest in sleep?
Or Kevin alive,
When Kendra weeps?
Drive down Main st.
At the stop light,
Stop! Then go right.
"Right?"
Right!
Onto Grief St.
"Onto where?"
Onto Grief St.
Drive down Grief St.
At the stop sign.
Stop! Then stare right.
"Right?"
Right!
Into Kendra,
"Into where?"
Into Kendra.
Her Kneeees,
Grounded on the concrete.
Her eyeees,
Focused on the concrete.
Her tearrrs,
Falling on that chalk line.
Her hearrrt,
Broken by his outline,
Kevin!
Butttt,
Put the pedal to the medal,
Try to say "See ya",
Go from zero to sixty;
But I'll still see ya.
Cuz I'm always there,
When Kendra cries.
Cuzzzz,
Some walls got ears,
But mine's got eyes…
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Kendra’s Eyes On the Wall {Limerick}
Eye once had a brother named Kevin,
Who got shot and went up to heaven,
He left home one day
And got blown away.
So Eye don't see him no more.
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In Truth, He Dies
Kevin's World - Hopeless
Plastic vials and zip lock bags, dollar bills and dirty needles, broken glass and broken men, beepers that go beep, beep,
guns that go pop, pop, pop,
Kevin's World – Hopeful - Remixed
Skateboards and lincoln logs, tinkertoys and basketballs,
popcorn and candy canes, jumping frogs and baseball games,
pop guns and candy wrappers, chocolate and peanut but-
Kevin’s world – Kevin’s Father saw…
but- the truth is
Kevin lies,
Dying before,
My down turned eyes
But the truth is,
I'd give anything,
to be with Kevin,
to be with Kendra,
on the playground,
pushin’ the swings,
But truth is,
I had two good eyes,
Too good eyes
From the third floor,
Of my too high rise,
But the truth is,
I saw where Kevin,
My son, my blood,
My baby, my bloody,
baby boy
Dies.
NoelsArt
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"Kevin"
Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.
You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
But one day;
the junkie didn't have it,
so Kevin didn't give it,
but the junkie had to have it,
but Kevin didn't get it.
So when his beeper beeped beeped,
the Junkie popped popped.
And when his beeper beeped beeped.
his heart beat beat,
"Stopped."
NoelsArt
Comments: Above is a poem about Kevin, a drug dealer. It’s from a series of Kevin poems. I like to perform this poem. FEEDBACK WELCOME
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