On Christmas Day

Have been doing some video poems lately, this first one is a poem I did for the Christmas contest on Moviestorm. It won that contest. It's very dark though, so be prepared and don't say I didn't warn you.

Monster

Hidden in a deep dark place,
frightened to come
from its cocoon.
Howls at the moon!
Monster in me.

Everyone who looks there knows
It's in my mind
and in my heart.
Right from the start
it's in my soul.

Then torches bright, fiery hot
They chase me from
my rightful place
and poke my face
with flames of hate.

If only they would understand
I once was one
of them, you see.
They create me
then push away.

And all I want to do is speak
my mind to them.
It is my gift
albeit thrift
It's all I have

But all they hear are grunts.

© 2010 Mach B

Day 10 – Money

Unfortunately we had to stop here because another event was happening on the site.  There’s a Day 11 poem but I can’t show it yet because it will be used for the other event.  This may continue after the other event is over….may…

Here’s the Day 10 poem:

The pauper doesn't know it
but he wants it anyway
The rich man wants to horde it
and he does so every day

The banker he banks on it
and he makes it as he does
The thief will take all of it
with no worries whose it was

The spirit turns its nose up
at your golden offerings
The body hungers for it
and for everything it brings

The money's all around you
but whatever the amount
once you are dead and buried
you can't transfer your account

© 2009 Mach B

Day 9 - Tranquillity

I hate you so much,
Out of spite
For tranquil poems
You make me write

They make me seethe
So turbulent
Tranquillity
Is abhorrent..

I‘ll never write
Another one
I’m so relieved
This poem is done.

© 2009 Mach B

Day 8 – Fast and Slow

There was a man
who both was there
and was not there
not anywhere
both fast and slow
was how he'd go
and maybe he
did disagree
don't you agree
he shouldn't be
while nothing
is necessity
for everything
is just one thing
in myriad
when you are sad
so low, half-assed  
you couldn't care
but please beware
of any dog
that might meow
could be a cow
but in disguise
you may just spy
it in his eye
and not believe
it anyway
cause every day
is being seized
by someone else
who truly sees
the truth behind
our noble lies
but how time flies
when everything
begins ending.   

© 2009 Mach B

Day 7 - Ghosts

Ok. I had a really long involved day today and couldn't write a serious sort of poem. I got a laugh out of this one but it is probably a bit politically incorrect - so I'll apologise in advance if I'm offending anyone and will post it anyway.

The Casper Rap

Casper say boo
but you did know
he was friendly,
but had three bad bros
they treated him nasty
he was their bitch
his good friend Wende
she was a witch.

he say boo.
Casper
he say Boo.
Casper.

He liked to hang
In a haunted house
he scared some people
even scared a mouse
He wasn’t no gansta
He wanted a friend
And like most white boys
He had a happy end.

He say boo
Casper
C’mon say boo
Casper

© 2009 Mach B

Day 6 – Self-deceit

Defects lie, all of iced fleets
to select Ed if the edicts flee,
those feces tiled in sliced feet,
disorganized from self-deceit.

© 2009 Mach B