Cheese cake fantasy           by choconoir

Friendship

Frog suit
Butterfly costume
Rabbit Ears

All on my bed

I will not forget all the rainbow days we spent together.


Frog suit
Butterfly costume
Rabbit Ears

May be somewhere under your bed

Will you forget all the happy memories we had together?


Illustration and poem by Cindy Kwok = P

The fly catcher

The fly Catcher
- Mark

He cries.
Listen.
Can you hear him?
I can,
But his cry grows faint.

Lost in diamonds,
Can you see him?
I can.

Yet.

His form quivers.
Wile he raps on lifes boundaries.
Searching for hope,
In its parched tributaries.

He scratches at his diamonds,
To take it with him, he tries.
But,
There is no life left.
So gently he dies.

Now, I cant hear him.

His mother cries.
The flies have made him home.

So life goes on..
Or not..
Eitherway,
Listen.
I hear the maggots giggle.

Unsure

Unsure. By Bluewind

In vast vagueness, figures move.
Dans l’heure entre chien et loup.
Are you a friend, or are you a foe?
Are you a saint, or a wretched soul?

Shadow lengthens, figures approaches.
‘Tis the hour beings confuse (d)
At split images, he really wonders:
Do we all have the two sides of us?

Cease to tell, since ‘tis hard to tell
“Who is a good guy?” who can tell?
Good and bad exist equally well.
Dans l’heure entre chien et loup.

The Reaper

Axe over his shoulder

dripping blood.
He smiles
with a farmer’s pride.

This is harvest season,
and reaping has begun,
he’ll stock up his barn,
with fresh round crops.

By Emma

***The image corresponding to this poem is violent and graphic in nature, but can be viewed here***

The Scream

I’m at the end
of the lone bridge,
under the blood-soaked sky
above the sunless sea.

Its dark waters the burial sight
of millions before me.

I hear the ominous thunder
of their boots.

The scream lingers
on the bridge
while the waves wipe
away my existence.

By Emma

Promises -- By Man in Black Suit

Paul Delvaux"The Village of Mermaids"(1942)

Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.

I will come back,
After I have my debt got paid.

I will bring what you have said.
I will give what you lack.
Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.

I will bring you pieces of jade.
I will give you a notebook of Mac.
After I have my debt got paid.

I will not delay.
I will call you back.
Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.

I will not let you wait for a decade.
I will send you messages through Jack.
After I have my debt got paid.

I will not let my heart be persuaded.
I will not let your heart be cracked.
Please wait for me, Miss Mermaid.
Until I have my debt got paid.

By Cindy Kwok = P

Anne Frank, one of the Jews' confession

Everything was written down,

in my diary, no excuse

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

Millions of our people were killed down town

Some of us had to hide against your abuse

Everything was written down

At night, fears of hearing bomb sound

Murdering, a way for you, Nazi, to be amused

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

We escaped, from Germany to Netherlands, wished you wouldn’t be around

Everyday task was listening to the British news

Everything was written down

One day, truth will be found

Innocent people being killed, were Jews

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

What you were doing, was to prove you were a politician of great renown?

Sacrifice millions of Jews

Everything was written down,

If it wasn’t you or your dog, whom we could accuse?

‘Dogs of War No.1’:

Blondi’s Villanelle

“Hitler allegedly taught his dog Blondi the Nazi Party salute”.

We really are ‘just good friends’ though of course I knew
There was something deep down not at all quite right.
But don’t blame us dogs – we didn’t kill six millions Jews!

As time went on in the bunker, yes, I intuited a few
‘Anomalies’ in his demeanour that to me seemed slight,
We really are ‘just good friends’ though of course I knew

From Eva that the story outside our garden was bad news
Yet I sniffed out no one getting ready for sudden flight,
So, don’t blame us dogs – we didn’t kill six million Jews!

I even asked the Goebbels children for their honest views
But they seemed sleepy and dozed a lot in the neon light,
We really are ‘just good friends’ though of course I knew

There would be trouble as the sound of distant bombing grew
And one by one the half-drunk soldiers said it would be ‘tonight’.
No, don’t blame us dogs – we didn’t kill six million Jews!

He forced my snout apart and swallowing hard I then threw
Up on the betrayer before the light grew dim and all was night.
We really weren’t good friends and of course by then even I knew.
You wouldn’t blame us dogs – I couldn’t kill six million Jews!