Your work may be there too :( I hope not, it's so soul destroying)
From the above Facebook Page
Sincere Apologies posted August 22 belongs to Brittney Anne
Loving You of Loving Me posted August 15 belongs to Teema
Her Mothers Perfume Resembles Her Anger posted August 14 belongs to Abbey Cole http://hellopoetry.com/poem/811713/my-mothers-perfume/
and there are more from here...
Just Ask A Good Woman She Knows Pain Beyond Limits posted August 11 belongs to Jeffrey Conyer http://hellopoetry.com/poem/389501/just-ask-a-good-woman/
and I could go on and on but it seems everything they have posted and claimed for their own comes from this site...
Just had to file a DMCA takedown with Facebook because this person removed all my comments but not my poem!!!
All their work is stolen from here so make sure you go and have a look to make sure your work is not there!!!
I fucking HATE these parasitic people!!!!
we all sing
a different tune
some rock out
while others croon
some sing about
someone did them wrong
just like those country songs
the love song sung
with only piano strains
or the murderous thrill
of metallic chains
in operatic overtures
others sing the blues
not just words
upon a screen
songs of our heart
and in our dreams
he walks softly down the hall
pausing only long enough to stare
at the empty piece of wall
and pictures no longer there
he traces his hands softly
gently stroking an invisible face
that he had memorised so fondly
but disappeared without a trace
he ghosts down to the bedroom
tripping over spectres of the past
as one might perhaps presume
he takes each step as his last
it still all looks the same
nothing has been touched
trails of nothing refuse a name
inelegantly scribbled in the dust
stepping back, not turning around
ghosting past the missing frames
on a wall as empty as broken ground
just waiting for the remains
You write the most beautiful words
for the woman in your life
I get it now, I'm such a cow
I only see destruction and strife
I'm lying right next to him
just now, as I write
he doesn't know
I'm twisting the knife
I want to be that woman
so proud, so bold
but in his eyes I've grown
so bitter, so cold
except I've had to weather
such unexpected plans
that all I can do
is look down
at my upturned hands
palms out in supplication
raised as a defence
ready to hold against a cheek
that doesn't take offence
I read words from such males
that hold a vow so sacred
and epiphanies become true to me
that leave me standing raw and naked
Dinner is ready my love!
Is it? Well get me another beer bitch!
Stalking to the refrigerator
past the knife block and the empty
bottle of wine, both are mine
except then you say
Hey! This shits cold
and the argument grows old
because I called dinner 45 minutes ago
you rolled over
I love you
as sure as the day is long
within my heart i carry your song
each day i break my back
to compensate for the things you lack
each night as i lay down to sleep
i thank the maker for you, and i weep
if ever we have a cross word
believe me, my pain is forever interred
i live for the beauty you share
without you i'd suffer beyond compare
you bring all the sweetness of life
my lover, my friend, my savior, my wife
forgive all my masculine pride
for i couldn't stand tall without you at my side
i 'm thankful every day
for all of the blessings you bring my way
you are my heart and my home
and proof that no man can do it alone
each morning, my spirit you lift
you're manna from heaven and god's greatest gift
i love you and trust you to be
the one who can bring out the hero in me
i'm grateful for all that you do
for there isn't a me, if there wasn't a you
call that lovely companion the old sperm bank or
the old ball and chain
she puts up with way more shit than you ever would
Lured by the siren voices of human aggrandizement,
The hedonistic, headlong pursuit of material satisfaction.
By the few who seek wealth and power
On a scale undreamed of
By the Caesars and Pharaohs
Or even by the lofty, pampered Imperialists
Of the heady nineteenth century.
Ignored, are the vast stinking, majority,
The teeming poor who sink deeper
Into the morass of hunger and wretchedness.
In circumstances of inescapable horror
Which breed hopelessness
And the smouldering hatred
Of lasting resentment and fear
A world of vast inequality.
Marshaled by the incorrigibly rich
In order to sate their selfish and aggressive
Lust for more.
An ideological evil
Which grips the lost and deprived
With the extinction of hope
And the rage to exact…a retribution.
Then there is the deterioration
Of international leadership,
The willingness or inability
Of world powers to control
Excess or anarchy within or without
Even whilst circling each other
With monstrous weaponry
And an engulfing, growing,
Antagonism of distrust.
America is in retreat to it’s fortress shores.
Europe is leaderless, timid and uncontactable.
Russia, near bankrupt, snarling aggression
And clawing back a buffer of unwilling former satellites.
Eurasia and the Middle East seething
With religious and racial warfare.
Africa in the throes of losing control
Of a world threatening Ebola pandemic.
China clawing it’s way forward
To global economic and military dominance.
A world without referees or rules
Where antagonistic giants force
The un-powerful to adopt
An ultimatum of “either them or us”.
Where the threat of terrorism transcends borders every day,
Where genocidal practices and weapons of mass destruction,
Computer global anarchy and environmental depredation
Illustrate the growing volatility
Of a deteriorating world order.
There is a Paralysis of Will in mankind.
Anthropology, psychology and physiology
Recognise only one single human species.
But that species is impossibly fractionated….
By an entrenched pattern of conflict,
An inability to compromise,
A refusal to disperse wealth for the common good,
Global racial and religious disharmony and animosity
And a fundamental refusal to communicate
Proactively …at all.
The consequences of tolerating
And furthering this Paralysis of Will,
Shall lead mankind to an apocalypse.
The consequences of which,
Are just too terrible to contemplate.
Somehow we should, as one,
Engender… a common aspiration,
With a level of universal commitment,
To induce an attitude, a consciousness
Of great and abiding…
Do you give it a snowballs chance in Hell? …Not this week!
Why?... The frailty of Human Nature!
From just about as far away from everything as you can, thankfully, possibly get….
20 September 2014