Dear lady justice ~~Billy clem

Dear Lady Justice, You are here without a summons. Voices insist you be taken upstairs to crowds waiting to watch you, hear you proclaim their imperative. Refuse, at last, dirty from use, long stationed in rooms of churning bile and duty shirked. Move outside now free as spring’s robins. Have […]

via Billy Clem: Dear Lady Justice — Vox Populi

Dear Lady Justice,

 

You are here without a summons.

Voices insist you be taken

 

upstairs to crowds waiting

to watch you, hear you proclaim

 

their imperative. Refuse, at last,

dirty from use, long stationed in rooms

 

of churning bile and duty shirked.

Move outside now free as spring’s robins.

 

Have nothing of these scripted circuses.

Search for space not up for auction

 

by men who claim you without scales,

without blindfold. Rip off that gown,

 

grey, tattered, and go among trees

thin as girls’ legs. See small waving

 

fronds, the hands of children who need you

to pick them up right now and run.

 

Copyright 2017 Billy Clem

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writers block

i have been having a writers block for quite some time now,  well i almost forgot about my blog for quite some time, until yesterday , yes chordates  is about to take me where invertebrates never did, school has been hectic. my sister was ill all through february , but yay I’m about to start something really cool, so guys stay tuned and apologies for the lack of poetry posts, well its a copyright thing until i renew my blogs copyright and others i can’t post new things much but my wattpad is there for you.

About Tiffany Teoh:

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Tiffany is a Malaysian born Chinese, of Peranakan heritage. She was raised in Kuala Lumpur until the age of 17 and proceeded to live in Australia for 8 years until the age of 25. She is currently hitchhiking and traveling around the world with her fiancé and their puppy. For more on Tiffany, visit her website.

 

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About, The Traveller Series:

The series started from a longing to want to travel after hearing all the good and bad tales from long term backpackers.

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Every single piece that made it and didn’t make it in this is book has a special place in my heart as they were the beginning of a journey of a memory that never happened, but a longing that was constant.
We all naturally have it in us to wonder and wander, it’s just a matter of allowing it to take you to places.

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A Furnace Grim — Kosmogonic

I describe but never quite feel, Cocooned, inured to pure reveal, Buried, layers down, intractable, Inoculated, reality non-contractable From this position of attrition, I mould and scrape a feeble rendition Of the revelation denied us By machinery on the jagged cusp Of improbability and despair, Created by no-one, from nowhere Out of the mind of […]

via A Furnace Grim — Kosmogonic

With little interest

Oh god here she comes again, i listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000 , “you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again “go on marie” i urge her to continue, ” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner, you see marie gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks.  “Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu ? sita, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear ” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” i took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici, this leads her on to rambling i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water, marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally “sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.”but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts “whatever, je te dit she was a spoilt girl who thought she  was hardworking” actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake, why do i still put up with marie some ask ? because simply put she puts up with me not the other way around, i have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps ” oh marie elle n’est pas important , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water” how endearing i loved and encouraged myself to work a little “so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes “tu dit ? i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country”  i retort  , well vraiement i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished. I can assure you our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.

hey everyone today I’m  trying a short story