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 Sep 2016 Leaetta May
Stephan
.

I’m usually sad when it rains

and as I walk today

all alone

feeling it hit
my shoulders

like so many tear drops

I understand why
Compact Poem Series
BIG to from Gump,
When lost in the forrest,
My whit occurs I ghost dog it,
The Cast Away thinking
I am legend,
you can't last one day,
Like in the pursuit of happiness,
I used will-son my imagination,
Money Ball The sting,
Akeelah and the Bee,
If you wen't back to the future,
we were wolves as teens!
 Sep 2016 Leaetta May
ajit peter
The circling earth changing day
Humans wake to run their way
Survival is the game many play
Most doth run for society's say

Race as we rats to cheese
Wealth and fortune to increase
Striving humans gathering disease
Till the pumping heart cease

From a house small to big and better
Worldly praise as a go getter
Belonged to society trendsetter
Wealth in number and letter

A child in a gutter worried later
The beggar in streets society's hater
The race we run corporates wallet fatter
The failed never doth matter

One moment to stand still
Look to the world heart fill
A race we run to climb society's hill
Things thy soul hath to ****

Endless bills peace lost
Sleepless nights the cost
Destiny grim in dark frost
The original dream thou hath lost

One moment do stop please
Talk to a friend at ease
Live not for others to please
Feel thy heart a true wealth to increase

Just one moment please
Dripping with gory sarcasm
The sharpest tongue cuts a dash
The house speciality is cruelty
Naturally
And so, gathered revellers
To the evening's main course
An innocent
A babe amongst blades
Who'll carve?

With glinting teeth and cutlery
Feasting on the lamb begins
An ideal from each bone that's chewed
Is spat upon the floor
And they're snatching and snarling for more
More succulent and pure
Fresh blood for the body politic
Come to the party
Who'll pour?

                                By Phil Roberts
Seems appropriate during the party conference season in Britain.
each moment
flows uninterrupted
the more I unclench
my grip
and
let go,
let it flow
What are these bodies, these
limbs, giving up their sap
and heat? Who decides
who dies, who lives?

What is cut down is
cut down, and
bereft children
grow in their place.
 Sep 2016 Leaetta May
ajit peter
Already missing you
Missing you
A morn without dew
Missing you
Without sunshine you
Missing you
Thoughts for you
Missing you
Heart beat without you
Missing you
Sun set grey hue
Missing you
Night breeze fail to blew
Missing you
Stars and moon without clue
Missing you
Day without you
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