I sit in an ambulance
Strangers tell me
I am safe now.
I wipe warm blood
from my brow but
cold images remain.
Panic all around me.
I hear crying.
I sense fear.
There is shouting.
I sit quiet.
More children arrive.
I am told my friend
will no longer be
able to play with
I sit in an ambulance
When he was first caught,
they laid him supine on cold floor
and with their boots on repeatedly
jumped on his chest till a rib cage
broke and pierced lung collapsed.
But he never squealed;
not another’s whereabouts compromised
nor a single real name revealed.
This poem pays tribute to all the brave victims of human rights violations in the Philippines during the martial law era under the Marcos dictatorship. The late president Ferdinand Marcos declared martial law on September 21, 1972, and lifted it on January 17, 1981. Currently, the Philippine government – for whatever reasons — has scheduled a hero’s burial for the remains of the late dictator President Ferdinand Marcos.
Karlo Sevilla’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in I am not a silent poet, Philippines Graphic, Philippines Free Press, Eastlit, Radius, Indiana Voice Journal, Pacifiqa, Spank the Carp, Rat’s Ass Review, Quatrain.fish, Shot Glass Journal, The…
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How to marry Mr Rich
is the title of a book
published through Amazon Kindle
written by a woman named Melody Summers
and I suppose
(or at least I hope)
to be controversial
for the views in the text
are rather special
believes in women
finding a rich man
to take care of her
I found my blood
begun to boil –
almost every woman
dreams of marrying a man
who can afford a luxurious lifestyle
diamond wedding ring and dreamy
do you know the reality?
you can find this man
at your job
walking the dog
at a nudist beach
or even at a Halloween costume party
in theory it is all well and good
many of us are aware that there are wealthy men in the world
with too much money…
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Every day the ocean stirs,
wearing its distances like sagging weights,
its H2O, soft rills or rearing breakers,
the ebb and flow a centuries old game
of Chinese whispers,
as drowned and drowning
murmur names and prayers, their voices
widening across the skin of water
in anguished shoals.
Plucked from the sullen sea
a tiny shoe, a dripping toy, a photograph,
the carrion of broken boats and bodies
caulking the shoreline,
the latent dreamers,
the nameless hopers,
the no longer screaming,
the seekers after nothing more
And this is their destination, in the cold pre-dawn
as stars crackle in their constellations,
after the thousand dangers of a journey,
they arrive, wet to their terrified bones,
washed up on the muttering tide
in their wreaths of kelp and algae,
lungs blistered with salt,
their eyes dead moons.
Hold out your hands – say “Welcome home.”
Can I just sleep
When the thought of you
Carries me to clouds
Where sunlight dances
Magic on my skin
And the dreams of your lips
Rose petals of longing
Weave themselves into my forever
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Absolutely beautiful poem about freedom, hope and the anxiety we all succumb to when our world fails us.
Sheng Xue a respected and renowned activist for human rights and freedom presented recently a poem she composed titled ‘Light Me Up’ dedicated to those brave Tibetans who sacrifice their lives to demand national freedom for Tibet.
I opened my eyes in the morning
The room is dark.
I opened the window to welcome the gentle wind
The sky is dark.
I opened the door to greet the wild wood
The mountain is dark.
My heart opens to embrace freedom,
in a world dark and hard.
I didn’t want much,
to hope the yak in the mountains can freely run.
That the eagle can crown the turqoise sky,
to hear the monks chanting in the temple.
I just want to see His Holiness at least once in my life time.
I keep them as dreams in my heart, I don’t dare to ask.
But there is…
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