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 Jun 2016 Bluebird
Francie Lynch
John wrote,
I read the news today...
He recounted accidents, wars, ***-holes.
I did too... today.
I read about charity runs,
Music under the Bluewater Bridge,
Teachers receiving National Awards.
There are many sections to the paper
I read through my wire-rimmed glasses.
I'm getting older, all the time,
So I avoid the nastiness with my morning coffee.
Is killing terrorists good news?
Oh boy!
What would John read into that.
We need some help!
I may skip the news tomorrow,
And make some holes
To let the light in,
The darkness out.
 Jun 2016 Bluebird
Mike Hauser
I find myself on the road
poet's walk on
Keeping the stride
in time to the rhyme
With no way of knowing
where I am going
Trying to stay tight
to the center line

Call it a whim
the puddles that I step in
Before anything's said
most times over my head
I still stick to the road
cause it's all that I know
Trying not to step
to the right or the left

I pick up a rock
toss it out like a thought
Setting it free
at high velocity
Hoping it lands
at the point of my pen
And not roaming free
in the weeds

For so long now I've been
on this road with no end
Following the flow
wherever it goes
That's fine by me
I'll see where it leads
This poets road
that I am on
 Jun 2016 Bluebird
GaryFairy
it's hard to believe what I have seen
in the steeples, they fill the seats
claiming to love the most and the least
they leave church and their love fleets

these creatures are just killing machines
seemingly demons of in between
people sleeping in deceiving dreams
never seeing what Jesus means

self-appointed reapers for the beast
grievous destroyers of the peace
driving jeeps with a sticker that reads:
we support our troops in the middle east
going to work on this later
 Jun 2016 Bluebird
Breeze-Mist
My poet, I'm flattered by your attention
But your comments are rather misguided
You are mistaken about my condition
I truly wish your words could be abided
I'm not always quite this fair and gentle
And I'm not, by any means, eternal
Truthfully, sometimes I think I'm mental
Viewed closely, most previous notions fall
I'm not a fair day, I'm a hurricane
Inside my mind, flowers don't stand a chance
I'm sorry if my response gives you pain
But if you find that you still want to dance
I, too, would like to turn another page
And see if we share scenes in this world's stage
 Jun 2016 Bluebird
E
Summer was spent chasing sunsets. We held on tightly to the last light of day as it slipped between the cracks in our fingers. We traveled anywhere the highways were willing to take us and passed through an infinity of small towns, each identical to the last, but growing smaller all the time. I learned to love you under endless blue skies seen from the passenger side window and in your shattered mirror, shards of glass barely hanging on. On cloudy days, we hid away in my freezing basement behind closed doors and under mountains of blankets. We shut the world out and made our own in which we felt we could belong. We would lie for hours, limbs intertwined, so close we became one. We were there, in that place, in that way, in that moment, frozen in time for all of eternity.
 Apr 2016 Bluebird
Riley Smith
envy those who find sleep at night
as I lay awake consumed by fright.
Darkness swallows my sight which just
might cause me to lose the little sanity I have left.
I need insight on what's truly right as I wallow in self
pity, controlled by the night.

What a sight it is to see what has become of me,
a girl so small in a world so large,
staring at the stars through the window straight ahead
as I lay down my head and beg for tranquil sleep to
overwhelm what's left of me.  I need sleep.
I hate this place I'm in.
 Apr 2016 Bluebird
Ironatmosphere
The pills have gotten easier to swallow
And my anxiety has gotten quieter
But the sadness is still there
Amplified
And I try not to cry in public
But there is always that one tear that escapes
A runaway
And I wish I could follow its lead
And escape this world
Escape the shackles of time
For what is the reason of existing?
If existing is all you do?
 Apr 2016 Bluebird
Riley Smith
I know now that I can not reach for the stars.
Especially the dying ones.
You bleed the ones who hold you close white.
Whether it was your intriguing mind or your bright blue eyes,
the sky seems to be so out of reach.
It's time to let go of something that was never mine.
 Apr 2016 Bluebird
TERRY REEVES
I have everything - what do you have?
a loving wife, possessions - how about obsessions?
wishing for a younger woman, unlimited ***
conversational recognition to give you ignition

Put them aside - you had so many opportunities
they're gone - now grow up where you belong
you have dark moods, impatient, wished you were elsewhere
It's not the amswer - the answer is right before you

Transparent as the air that blows and caresses
your shoulders - only you have to take it under your wing
before the time is gone - even then you will be
holding hands walking together with your old smiles

You could start again - but it's best the way it was
there are no reasons - great love is simply because
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