Category Archives: Poems by Apoetsbrain

Balloon Called Pleasure

An Apoetsbrain Original. All rights reserved © Written 15th December 2021


It’s shine cannot be ignored. 

Big and bright. Laced in gold. 

Begging to be held and owned. 

Sparkling, distracting, exciting.

Thus you reach out in a heartbeat. 

You stretch forth to grasp it. 

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The Burden of Will

An Apoetsbrain Original. All rights reserved © Written 5th January 2022


I am doing what we humans do. Just like birds perch, I am 

Standing quietly on the front porch. 

Overseeing the activities of fellow human beings. 

The man drawing on a  smoke seated beneath a weeping tree. 

The man walking his dog in his winter pajamas. 

His dog’s tail wagging aggressively. 

The street vendor playing his sales recording ceaselessly. 

The ethnic man taking a pandering walk around the neighbourhood. 

The youths moving around with the apparent burden of adulthood. 

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The Missing Game

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*Note: This poem has been published with the New York Public Library Zine 2017 ©


It begins as a creeping thought. Like an itch.

Easy to ignore, difficult to locate.

It graduates into an illness, and soon your mind is stuck on replay.

Like a swarm of butterflies with needles in their mouths.

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Birthing Emeralds

An Apoetsbrain Original ©


One great man was mocked because of his lifelong agenda and effort to bring about peace in his community.

This man worked, strived, suffered and later died for peace.

He will be seen as a peace maker, the reconciler, the forgiver of many many wrongs.

He welcomed the concept of generosity, and begged that each man care for his neighbor. Continue reading Birthing Emeralds

Birthing Emeralds

An original Piece by Apoetsbrain ©


One great man was mocked because of his lifelong efforts to bring about peace in his community.

This man worked, strived, suffered and later died for peace.

He will be seen as a peace maker, the reconciler, the forgiver of many many wrongs.

He welcomed generosity, and begged that each man care for his neighbor. Continue reading Birthing Emeralds