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Do you remember when you held my hand?
When we walked across the sand?
Do you remember how we talked for hours on the phone?
How we never had a moan, or a care?
The world could take us anywhere?
Remember how we thought our world would last,
and that we, in our naïveté just danced?

*Now fifteen years are gone by,
we laugh as much as we cry.
I, no longer walk upon the sand.
You, still hold my hand.
Now, we moan, we pay bills.
I take a lot of pills.
To get upstairs I use a lift.
But, you my husband, are my gift.
This MS my curse, my fate.
But, I wouldn't have my life off of another plate.
© JLB
29/09/2014
23:38 BST
Come take a walk with me.
What do you see?
It's not a trick question, I'll answer first.
I see a world that is cursed.
Cursed, by greed, by wannabe fame,
and the human race playing a game.

What do you see?
Do you see the sea choking?
The forests de-cloaking?
Their limbs torn and cut for adornment?
Do you see children hungry?
Being used for money?
Do you see the rain as just water or tears?

What do you see?
I see people not caring, not sharing.
I see pain and sorrow for the coming tomorrow.
I see destruction and ruin of a planet that ironically rhymes with birth.
I see darkness where light should shine,
in your soul and mine.

Let's take a walk, a wander, a gander,
let's take time to see the truth, to soothe, to return kindness,
to ourselves, friend and foe.
With nothing to gain but a smile and hello, from a neighbour,
from a world in pain.
© JLB
29/09/2014
12:37 BST
  Sep 2014 Camellia-Japonica
Firefly
The ink crawled down my throat,
Mixing with the blood,
Without a boat.
They sneered at the dare,
Cruel friends,
Open-mouthed stare.
A fire kindled deep within,
They still laughed,
My eyes watered,feelling a sting.
Foam at my mouth,
Stupid urge to pout.
Distracting the feeling of fall,
Shouts all around.
Abhorrent playground.
No one continued to notice the frail,pale boy on the ground.
Ardor of death,
Feeling of dread,
Tasting someone's cold breath,
My soul,wispy,fragile threads.
Suddenly my eyes closed,
Devoid of feeling,
My end fate chosed.
                                   -**Firefly
"Are you lost?" Said no one to the ******* the bus.
"Are you cold?" Said no one to the figure huddled in the doorway.
"Are you hungry?" Said no one to the hollow eyed man.
"Are you scared?" Said no one to the child with the bruised face.
"Are you safe?" Said no one to the family in a squalid room.

"Please send a donation to the human race. We've lost our humanity"
© JLB
27/09/2014
13:39 BST
You
You are right
I
well
I am wrong
Somebody change the record
I know the end of this song.
Bleed! My poet...
Again I say, BLEED!

Let your blood be posted!
Can't you feel the need?

Let the world know your angst!
Let the world know your mind!
Let the world know your joy!
Let the rhythm know your rhyme!

Bleed! My poet...
Again I say BLEED!

Without blood the flesh dies!
Are you dead... indeed?


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
I see a great many poets posting more
REAL work. Getting down to brass tacks.
That's a great thing to see!

There is nothing wrong with
"Feel good" and nature poetry.
But sometimes the very poets who
Write it are dying inside!

We inhale words and our
Surroundings. The catharsis comes
In our lungs, the mind/soul/spirit.
These very lungs oxygenate the
Thing that keeps us alive... Poetry!
We HAVE to bleed!!!

(better read than dead)!!!!
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