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  Jul 2017 BSeuss
Ma Cherie
the morning dew
upon a blade
of grass beneath my feet
it slips between
as I walk on
my sun is here to greet

to greet me this early hour
as he receives the day
warming up the summer air
he sends me on my way

to tend to the lovely plants
an talk to all the flowers
to toil away the time,

an say hello to busy ants
to sing in summer showers
to write another rhyme,

"go" says my Natosi
"go an live some poetry
in the garden today"

Ma Cherie © 2017
Gratitude ; )
BSeuss Jul 2017
The worst
Place to be
On a battle field,
Is taking cover
From the man
Firing at you with
Blank rounds.
(Title edited. Didn't notice)
BSeuss Jul 2017
A child that grows up being bullied, even by teachers, family;
That becomes a tween who is told to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, or go to a hospital;
That becomes a teenager that is told to let go of people and emotions from just recent past;
That becomes a late teen that is told he is responsible for everything that he is going through all in his own self, with no support for his human nature;
That becomes a young adult whom is consistently abandoned because of the pain, trauma and despair he is solely seeking compassion because of;

Becomes a man who appears to be a warrior like machine. Powerful in demenour face to face, with words that will shine light on societies hidden ignorance; also capable of trumping others complacency of injustice in perception, and ending their crusade of fallacy towards disregarding others simple human rights. This man can make a crowd shake with his truth, that has been experienced far from feeble. They can carry a lie for years and have it crushed like an egg when they speak it to him; a intuitive reverse psychologist; vividly fluent in ethical philosophy, cannot be deceived.

Even jigsaw placed a restraining order, and turned himself in to escape.

God may have given him the curse, so he could show the world it could become a blessing.

But the most solid thing that this man becomes, after all the damage leaves him permanently disturbed;
This man becomes sorry.

No one sees him cry.
No more tears for himself;
The world has caused him a functional dysfunction; his only way to stop sudden confusion, is to make a paradox in his head about the situation, and solve it.

His heart wears titanium armour. None the less, does not cry.
His mind is quite damadged,
and no one knows why.
Yet they demonized a child, from the age of five.

And now he is unstoppable; still on the quest the universe had given his hand.

He's a transcendental man.

And he's sorry.
I'll try harder tommorow.
"...just take the week off, please rest"
No.
  Jul 2017 BSeuss
Sjr1000
Cumulus clouds
erupting
in the searing heat
over the green pined hills

Sitting
contemplating
reviewing one's life
change is coming
burning up

Corn cob
clouds emerging
while lightening flashes

Tomorrow the
fog
leading to rain
all is silent
no movement occurs
the heat wave ends.
  Jul 2017 BSeuss
Ramin Ara
A root
Seeks
Water
The
More
I
Find
You
  Jul 2017 BSeuss
Ramin Ara
This
Is
Love
First
To let go
Of life
Finally
To take
A step
Without
Feet
  Jul 2017 BSeuss
phil roberts
I felt this primal urge
This trance-like instinct
To set things right
In case I have to leave
Move on, so to speak

So
I took my jaundiced eye
And rolled it from corner to corner
Of this, my situation
And I felt so very small and hard
Lost in largeness
For cynicism is a tight thing
Which allows little movement
A strange kind of chastity

And then, you see
Changes
Honesty demanded that I see more
Grow, so to speak

And oh, my poor sore eyes
See how the children starve
All over this bitter world
This bitter, sickened world
And cynicism did this
Through the slack hands of millions
Who still refuse to believe
That things can be changed

                                    By Phil Roberts
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