SøułSurvivør

Jan 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

My Love

I carry so much love
within me,
it extends
beyond the horizon,
beyond the stars,
into infinite space,
to another world
in another time,

My love,
it is endless,
it is boundless,
it grows daily,
it lights up every night sky,
a fire burning ever so brightly,
it will continue to burn forevermore;
infinitely it will shine.

By Lady R.F ©2017

Jan 2017

Valsa George

Her Words

There was
none
to
listen
to her

Her words were like:

- A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks

- The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night

- The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry

The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners

Her words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue

With no receptacle, her words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapor and billowed upward
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds

But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….

With thunder and lightning!
-

SøułSurvivør Jan 2017

WAR

Chaos of the trolls of Mars
Havoc wrought by fallen stars
Terror flailing, caught by night
Pawns move one space, born to fight
Women make a frightful pact
Carry babes into the act
The stench of bodies as they pile
Questions not for rank and file
Bouncing Betty's horror, aye
Shrapnel flung to meet an eye
Bullets dodged, and bullets met

The Bomb's the best idea yet... !

Men sit desks behind the scenes
Living on the blood of spleens
Generals spew their jingo kant
Presidential "patriots" shpeel their rants
All the King's horses, all the King's men
Do things WAY beyond OUR ken
Mother's sons get GI Joes
Daddy dies... and on it goes

A testament to heartless greed

A bride's trousseau is widow's weeds.

SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2017

Blood making mud of foreign sod
War's a stench in the nose of GOD!

#war #greed #jingoism #hellopoetry107

Jan 2017

Sam Temple

Failing the People, Again and Again

Dribbling crude slips through seams
as the icicles hang and the Robins play
in the snow fields surrounding Lake Oahe.

Distant stacks puke exhaust as
tractors come alive and
frozen tracks break free.

Roaring machinery drowns out moans
and wailing children hold tight to mothers,
tears stream down weathered faces watching
the destruction of their home.

From my home I witness the horrors
on grainy Youtube videos and
private Facebook messages gone viral.

With tied hands I witness a land *****
my eyes turn red and widen
staring
at the latest American catastrophe.