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Aug 2017 Chara-Ruth Ward

Penelope Winter

the streets are filled with lies
of "how are you?" "oh, i'm fine!"s
strangers smile away all of
the battles that they hide
nobody's fine
nobody's great
it's not polite to articulate
the struggles that you're going through
but that's fine
how are you?

- p. winter

#poem #poetry #lie

Jun 2017 Chara-Ruth Ward

A simple enough conversation.

Jun 2017 Chara-Ruth Ward

Sophia

A simple enough conversation.

"I don't know how you do it"* man sighed.
"Do what?" pondered nature.

"All this," said man,
"you're kind whilst being cruel
breathing life upon some and inhaling it from others
you're tranquil yet hide a sea of storms inside your chest
you're a contradiction,
with no end to it;"

Nature smiled, knowing eyes gazing upon mankind.

*"A contradiction I may be
in your eyes, yet-
I'm neither kind nor cruel;
Neither benignant nor malevolent.

I simply am.

Then again, she breathed,
What you see in yourself, in your kind;
is what you reflect upon me."

she doesn't love us nor does she hate us. she exists for no one's pleasure.

#nature #poetry #conversation #breath #perspective #pov #mankind #existential

Jun 2017 Chara-Ruth Ward

Fly

Jun 2017 Chara-Ruth Ward

Amanda Shelton

Fly

I, I will fly
beyond these dreams
that seem to never take flight.

I, I will fly
beyond the clouds,
beyond the blue sky,
above the horizon,
I become weightless
as I leave the boundaries
of the earth.

I, I will fly
like a caged bird set free
for the first time.

I, I will fly
like Superman,
I will be like a star
falling to earth
leaving behind
a trail of wishes.

I, I will fly
beyond the boundaries
of your emagination.

I, I will fly...*

*© By Amanda D Shelton

Sep 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

A Mirror

Sep 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

Mishael Ward

A Mirror

A Mirror
When standing in a mirror what do you see?
Is it really a reflection? Or an image of what you could be.
A mirror can be a place to view growth towards perfection.
Yet it is a destination to hide what society is neglecting,
And implies further to cover ones natural beauty.
Caking their philosophy with the media's opinions as far as one could hear or decree.
Being real with acquaintances without being real with the important people like family.
One could say a mirror is "just only a reflection"
However, let's ask the mirror "Today show me what he or she has projected."
A mirror would show a life full of authenticity
Yet a life very different could also be shown, one filled with hypocrisy.
So I ask again when standing in a mirror what do you see?
The answer is quite simple and easy to believe
A mirror is expected to only show what it sees

The real me...Or a fantasy...

By: Mishael Ward ©

#poems #mirror #simple

Sep 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

MISERY LOVES COMEDY.....

Sep 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

Julie Grenness

MISERY LOVES COMEDY.....

I guess weird is wonderful, eh,
Let's place the fair in welfare today,
Yeah, right, a quest for all our pollies,
Myriad challenges for equity,
True, misery loves comedy,
Someone writes their political scripts,
Listening to Parliament gives me the blip,
Best to off turn the switch,
Pray for a Lazarus economy,
Yes, misery loves comedy.....
But, really not that funny!

Feedback welcome.

#misery #comedy #loves #equity

Aug 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

Poets Are Really Deep

Aug 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

MysteryBear

Poets Are Really Deep

In the vast corners of the room was a telephone that read broken. Poets are really deep because they can turn nothing into something. To me, the telephone meant that us as our generation have broken communication. We get rid of our problems over text like ending a relationship or quitting a job.

#broken #sad #life #deep #technology #problems #communication #generation #text #quit

Aug 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

Time is Money

Aug 2016 Chara-Ruth Ward

AfterImage

Time is Money

They say time is money, but I’m getting broker by the minute.
Time to spend, time to ****, a one way ticket
from tomorrow to today.
The past is getting thicker while the future’s looking slim.
The dawning of a new age, but the sun is getting dim.
I’m tired of it.
The clock turns and the pendulum swings
a metronome for the monotone
Straining their ear for when the fat lady sings
Tone deaf for the sounding alarm
hitting the snooze hoping to disarm
The bomb of lost seconds and hours
we don’t have time it has us,
dragging us along in a prison bus.
The sand’s slipping and slipping between our hands
Grasping nothing but air as the hours expands
A big bang of a moment to make the seconds last
We got pictures of a of life long gone in the past
Hold on to the memories cause time’s going fast
The future’s a fight but were losing all the time
When the hands start spinning and spinning and the bells chime.
Our shadows stretching longer and the moon changes face
We’re all running a race struggling to keep pace.
With tomorrow the reward that we’re all going to chase.
Tick tock the future is here
Time wasted with the end drawing near.
Keep running and running keep ahead of the pack
The past is the past so stop looking back.
Turning the days to weeks and the upcoming years
Success to failure and smiles to tears
What do you do when time’s coming for you
Fight back every moment
Stealing seconds at a time
The bell tolling our atonement
Making gains in our climb
But my pockets are empty and my wallet has nothing in it.
Because time is money and I’m getting broker by the minute.

#time #clock #is #money #tick #tock