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Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

War

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

OA Agusto

War

Why so ignorant?
Why so naive?
Why so blind?
You fill my eyes with fury.
Even though I feel this way,
My mindset, I shall not betray.
Because at the end of the day
What have you accomplished?
Homes demolished
Lives diminished.
You’ve scarred the young children,
Widowed the young women,
And caused regret for the old.
Where are our men?
In a pile in a forest.
Now tell me again,
What were you trying to accomplish?

Whatever it was,
You Lost.

#war

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

War

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

kushal jindal

War

Empty homes, barren streets.
Empty thoughts, barren minds.

Fallen metal, leather beats,
Falling metal, pierced sheets.

****** hands, wet cheeks.
Airy walls, cement heaps.

Masked faces, naked hearts.
One eyed vision, fatal arc.

Decorated bodies, decorated lives.
Travelers ? Protectors?

Sadly,
Murderers.

#war

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

green

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

ahmo

green

I am January.
But you're better than snow.

You have enough light
to right the wrongs
done by the evil men
from a lifeline
to my favorite
spider's web
sewn.

You lack the thickness
to right the wrongs I've
implicitly justified
as a nail to my fragile skin.

I'm heartless.

You are a pin
You may take my kin,
bleed, multiply,
amplify,
and remain.

Take my soul
and leave him
to do nothing
but be.

#love #poem #depression #life #sadness #meaning

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

MEADBH OTHERMAN

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

Vincent S Coster

MEADBH OTHERMAN

She adopted Irish words and lingo
As her moniker-
Like the Meadbh of old, a queen
Of many talents
Her's was the gathering of languages
A menagerie of the tongues of the earth
Spoken as she lamented with crossed accents
So that her French sounded Italian
Her German sounded English
And her Irish like the incantations to old legends
In which she would have been worshipped-
If not feared
For what is not to fear in her eyes
Which speak of a passion
Like the intensity of Picasso's eyes
That screamed his power
She is the same- A famous beauty
Like a song from childhood
Her power to transfix is in her eyes
Wells to get lost in-
For she is the fairy queen of Hessen.

©Vincent S. Coster 27th October 2015

This poem does not feature in any collection and is appearing in "print" for the first time here on this website.

#poet #irish

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

Money From Heaven

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

harry valentine

Money From Heaven

I was walking next to an elderly woman.

Suddenly she stopped, bent over, and picked up a dime

that was lying there on the sidewalk.

"Wow!!" I said to her. "Now you will have ten days of good luck."

"Yes," she replied, smiling. "My late grandfather is always dropping money for me from Heaven."

I smiled at this thought.

Then she said, "I,wish he would start dropping hundred-dollar bills !"

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

Maybe

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

ab

Maybe

Maybe if I don't finish
all the food on my plate,
maybe if I can bring back
the desire to do anything
it takes to be the way I want to look,
maybe if I can just hold out
one day longer

Maybe then I will be somebody
that everybody wants to,
needs to know.
Maybe then my mind will feel at peace
resting inside this body
that doesn't need any more
of that crap.

Maybe then they'll think I'm beautiful.

Or maybe I should just shut up
because the more I talk about how I feel,
the more it seems like people shouldn't care.
"We love you" they say
but I can see in their eyes
I can hear it in their voices
that they're lying.

And maybe I need to learn to love myself
before they can love me,
but that's a lot to ask
when the person who should love themselves
can't even stand
to look in the mirror.

#depression #pain #hurt #sick #tired

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

11th of the 11th 11am

Oct 2015 Jo Baldwin

Joe Cole

11th of the 11th 11am

And so the bloodshed ended
The war to end all wars reached its ******
Shattered minds and shattered men
Returned to shattered families
But they gave their all for world peace
But did they
NO
For in far flung corners of foreign fields
The killing still goes on
The blood of boys and girls
Nurturing foreign soil
BUT
All of you younger generation with beards earings
Nose rings and piercings
Who say to me its ancient history
So why do you bother
I say this
They gave their today for your tomorrow
Their sacrifice gives you the freedom of speech
That you now have
So don't ask me why I remember
Because I understand

11 November, the eleventh month at eleven am the war to end all wars ended
But the wars go on