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Natural events cause natural damage
they call it “The work of God”
All the promises an insurance policy has to offer
just as many as those obstinate ads claim day to day
now have no power to bring back what is lost

*See how it is...
when people have no place to call home
a place to string families together
in the same warmth
the same beauty
of an intertwined web


Becoming who they are
they become nothing
  but easy prey...
funny how we define ourselves
clever creatures
standing tall at the very top
of the food chain


Mother Nature
possibly feels the same ordeal
the same heartache
An unnecessary one sided battle
of dislocation between
man and wildlife


Underneath the same stretched out sky
enough for all to explore
but yet people greed for more
There will never be enough land
for any population
without even coming to realise
that an abomination
of certain species
may occur


We destroy
with good intentions
Fixing mistakes with ignorant hands
The desire to feel needed
We ****
to revive



*Heaven rumbles
in absolute disappointment
ready for another round of applause
a storm to surge.
An old piece, written by me of course, at age 16 in school. Second attempt in poetry writing. Graded C ...lol
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I always think

big

A trait that not all my friends

dig

Yet some find me as sweet as a

fig

When I drink I just take a

swig

Believe me, I am not wearing a

wig

My heart can be snapped like a

twig

But most days I am dancing a

jig

Overall life is a pretty good

**gig
just for fun, enjoy :)  - ML
 Feb 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
Red lights in the night sky
Twelve eyes
Blinking at me curiously
On top of towers which fail to pierce the sky
They wink at me
Almost knowingly
For I am tall and lean like these
Blinking often into the night
Clearly in sight
But rarely ever truly seen
For more than an instant
Or more than a two eyes
Just for a moment
Like the red eye passing by
I blink
Because I'm still alive
Four towers in the night sky. Pass Me By.
Sleep is the last thing
you want to do
You could miss the apocalypse
Miss Florida on fire

You've wasted so much time
trying to belong
to fit in that tiny
pegged square hole

But you are the circumference
Conforming your
way to happiness
indulging in mediocrity

Time is now
for something authentic
something more burning
than the flesh of hades

Seize god by holding her
in silence and hearing
her deep
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