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 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Pagan Paul
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Pain should be written beautifully,
achingly displayed upon a page.



© Pagan Paul (20/06/19)
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do we really want
our country imprisoned by a wall
and all the seasonal Mexican harvest workers
locked out?

California and other
southern border states
do not seem so enthusiastic
about this concept

legal or illegal
they need the (wo)man power
to get their fruit and vegetables
to the (super) market

therefore, dear ICE
& other border guard units

get your act together
do NOT separate children
     from their parents    
try to use your brains
      rather than follow your orders

and act
like good Americans would
ICE, immigration harvest Mexican  children
At some tables…
Time
is a dessert,
that is no longer
served

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December 16, 2016)
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Aditya Roy
Caramel cupcake
Made in salted ovens
For the black and sweet
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Penguin Poems
If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
Now,
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Keith Wilson
Don't put your plastic
on the beach
The fish think
it's something to eat
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Infamous one
Not trying to argue
Or fight with stubborn
Set in their ways
Causing frustration in the way
Avoid them and pray
No time for rude and crude
Not alike working to better my situation
Not looking for a hand out
Willing to lend a helping hand
Writing helps with sanity
Venting hoping to relate
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Infamous one
another day to celebrate
let go of all the hate
good times come and go
Feel the sun and warm breeze
smile live and laugh
good music to vibe with
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Samantha
I pick up my pen and paper
Trying to knead my words like a baker
My mind feels like strobing lights
Can’t even remember what I wanted to write
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