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 Oct 2016 Ja
Mike Adam
Cookpot
 Oct 2016 Ja
Mike Adam
Crocus lost
Halfway down
A dusty field

Saffron
Intelligence

Golden rice
Sustaining
Body
 Oct 2016 Ja
Tapiwa Individualist
Life is funny,
Unpredictable,
No matter how we try to control things around us,
Something just turns up that reminds us that we may have control over our lives but we have no control over life itself.
Its funny like that,
Uncontrollable nature of life.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Ovi-Odiete
A SOCIETY WRITTEN IN FLAMES; SHROUDED IN DARKNESS

The tears flows in an endless way
Bemoaning the days of yore
Watching with eyes that sparks red,
Sunken and beaten from the tragedies of yore
Helpless and wishing for a relentless call
As tragedy hits her most sensitive part,
Bemoaning the tides,
All her days of glory,
Now a shadowy story


She had been ***** by her very own,
The children she yearned and bled for,
The men she fed and trained,
Where her rain fell full and vast, to soothe their hearts
Where she gave it all, and smiled, hoping that someday, they will realize her sacrifices and sleepless nights,
Her nights of terror and horrors
Where she stood in the midst of the stormy eerie night, shrouded in darkness


It was her ******* they ****** and clunged to,
It was her arms that shielded them from the shadows of the dark,
But when they grew and flew,
She waited still
Praying and wishing they would remember the days of yore


Then the dark hour rolled away,
And when morning came, it was harrowing.
It was harrowing how she waited abandoned and dejected,
As her sons and daughters peaked at the sky,
Trampling her down,
Relegating and belittling her
Painful it were, as she cried from the agonies of the days of yore,
Where she laid all her virtues down,
Giving it all to see her children smile,


It is this dejection that has brought her to tears,
It is this wickedness of a child to a mother, that has made her weep endlessly
It is this tragedy that have swallowed her glory,
As her children keeps flying above huddles, in peace and harmony,
Forgetting her,
It is this callousness, that pushed them to sapping her virtues and enriching themselves with it thereon


What is worse than a child abandoning his mother?
It is this penchant, that drives them
It is the love of greed,
It is the seed of corruption,
It is not an inherited trait,
It is a despicable decision
Like a monstrous shadow,
Twirling the back of the night.
It is the fire that burns within their heart,
The fire to ****, steal and destroy
To take what she can never give again
To live,
To live big at the expenses of others sorrow and agony
It is this evil that has perused Nigeria and has rendered her a roaming wretch
And now tragedy looms,
It booms and blooms,

A society written in flames
Who will save MOTHER NIGERIA?


Ovi Odiete©* 2016, Oct. 31
All rights reserved

Note
Children here signifies the evil politicians and men that has sapped our country dry with their evil penchant
A society written in flames
 Oct 2016 Ja
Keith Wilson
DREAM
 Oct 2016 Ja
Keith Wilson
I dreamed
I was
At Birthwaite
I awoke
I was

Keith Wilson, Windermere, UK, Oct 2016
 Oct 2016 Ja
Sean Hunt
Fall Allergy
 Oct 2016 Ja
Sean Hunt
The back-end ****** allergy
Has happened
Once  again
To Cumbrians
In Cumbria UK 'back-end' is synonymous with 'Autumn'
 Oct 2016 Ja
Traveler
If I could somehow confess
My heart is fine I guess
The more or less I care
The scars will always be there
There's no anger in my emotions
   Perhaps I lack devotion
I've no mind for revenge
To keep me stumbling within
...
Traveler Tim
 Oct 2016 Ja
Adrian Newman
I remember us rugging up by the fireplace
Holding sticky hands, not worrying about a car crash.
If you’re still here, I won’t complain about your stubble
You can stay by me and grow out your beard.

If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.

I remember I hated when you tickled me
Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes.
I shrieked when your chin was prickling my face
But I’d tolerate the itching again.

If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.

30th October 2016
This piece was inspired by SayWeCanFly growing out his beard and I thought about the first line of this piece and decided to write about it. I’m so glad I did despite the idea of writing about it being a bit silly at first because I decided to add a sad note to the happy note of the chorus to create a bittersweet feel that is so characteristic of SayWeCanFly’s songs. I really made this into a mature and heartfelt masterpiece instead of a babyish piece.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Breeze-Mist
I looked at my planner
To see my schedule in a glimpse
On election day, a month old note read
"Cookie sales and a possible apocalypse"
My girls scouts troop AND my orchestra both have bake sales on election day.
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