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  Apr 2020 Jen
Nuzhat Shireen
Among hateful eyes, I live here
For every woman, I want a fair share
Men are superior, they claim
For showing them the mirror, I am to blame
My life is confined within four walls
I cannot heed my hearts call
My heart does not follow man-made rules
For keeping me silent they have no tools
With chains in my feet, I will run
Spreading my wings with the rising sun
I have spent my whole life here
Now a spark within my heart, I have no fear
No running from the battle, I will not hide
Not ready to give up all my rights
I will win, my weapons are my words
Women are the rising stars of the world
To get women's rights I am fighting a war
Walking barefoot, my destiny isn't far
  Apr 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma
Simple interests
Complex values
Evaluating
Desired profits
Loss of interests
Principal principles lost
  Apr 2020 Jen
Mark Toney
curious humans
nations working together—
toilet paper wars



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
3/24/2020 - Poetry form: Senryu - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Jen Apr 2020
Force field up
for protection
fragile insides hide
beneath the surface
to find strength in
a spirit underlying

sacred places empty
of all confessions
doors locked still
counting blessings

rockets fall
try to destroy us
worlds collide
no one immune

darkness only
rises to
await a greater
strength
from above

Used to be quiet
head low for
survival
some storms
rolled in
learned to
be a fighter
A subconscious creation.  Easter blessings <3

Music playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGtcRxP_OR4
  Apr 2020 Jen
Amanda Kay Burke
I was used for heat
Candle lit for awhile
Snuffed out with a pinch
You made me melt but I barely warmed your fingertips
  Apr 2020 Jen
Viola
In the rising tide
That ebbs and flows
I won’t find myself
Thrashing against
Crashing waves
Like throes of passion
I’ll hold steady
But not too tight
And ride it out
Til the sky is bright
If I find myself
Smashing against the rocky shore
I’ll gaze upon the lighthouse
Til I’m no longer sore
If I find myself thrashing in the current
Grasping for air
I will not succumb to the sea
You’ll see me there
This too shall pass
I’ll soon be found
The moon sings to me
And I am sound
  Apr 2020 Jen
Unpolished Ink
A room full of dark

    Hungry crows of worry peck at sleep

        Morpheus it seems is grounded
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