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 Oct 2015
Francie Lynch
When poets die
It's sad and true,
It matters not
What their bodies do,
The spirit flies
To Poet's Corner,
In Westminster Abbey.
You'll not see
Busts or inscriptions
For all the poets
Whose spirits linger
Alongside Chaucer, Browning, Spencer,
And a myriad of authors.
Dead Poet you have earned your share;
Dead Poet I will know you're there,
Composing in the Laureate's lair.
For all poets.
 Oct 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
Today I sit and ponder
Of all that is my life
Of work and friends and family
Of my dear and loving wife

I ponder of my future
I don't worry of the past
That's all done and dusted
And it all went by so fast

I used to have a vision
But, that has long since died
I came close to achieving
And god, you know I tried

I ponder where I'd be right now
If just one thing had changed
How would my life be different?
If my life was rearranged

I ponder, but it's useless
My life is great as is
I cannot do much better
I'm happy with all this

I've got all that I can wish for
And I wouldn't change a bit
For now, my life is perfect
So, I ponder ....while I sit
 Oct 2015
SøułSurvivør
Liberty and FREEDOM?
For SOME, but not for ALL.
For most the clock is ticking,
And it's slowing to a crawl.
The graphitti is in neon.
A luminous great scrawl.
The finger is a'pointing.
The writing's on the wall.

Can't afford our army corps
Let alone our vets.
Alone our heros wander streets
As mean as it gets.
Their chances of survival?
Don't take any bets.

What happened to the middle class?
Are THEY free anymore?
Yep. They push the shopping carts
At the Wal-Mart store.
It's one of their MANY menial jobs
They have three or four
Even the kids must work for pay
That mortgage is a bore
They feel like exploding.
It rocks them to the core.
They see all their neighbors
Are simply getting poor.

The liberty bell's cracked open
Can't you hear the sound?
All the freedom fighters left.
They've gone underground.
Look for the founding fathers.
They are not around.
Where are the stars and stripes?

Nowhere to be found.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/30/2015
Hooray for the Red, Black and Blue.
 Sep 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
I'm sorry that you're hurting darling
I wish that I could ease your pain
But, it's not something that I can do
Until we meet again

I'm standing at attention
Watching, knowing what you feel
As you struggle in your mind
To figure out if this is real

I love you and I'll be with you
Although I am buried here
There's other soldiers with me
They say there's nothing you should fear

Veterans from others wars
Who laid their life down on demand
Others, valiant women and men
Who followed country and command

As they fold my flag for you
You wipe away a tear
And smile up so bravely
There is nothing you should fear

I'm standing at attention
Watching silent with no sound
As the guns go off is sequence
And I'm lowered in the ground

I love you and I'll be with you
Although I am buried here
There's other soldiers with me
They say there's nothing you should fear

Veterans from others wars
Who laid their life down on demand
Others, valiant women and men
Who followed country and command

Remember what we always had
A bond that only death could break
As strong as any hurricane
That only love could make

I am standing at attention
Here, with veterans who went before
I know that we will meet again
I'll be waiting at the door


I love you and I'll be with you
Although I am buried here
There's other soldiers with me
They say there's nothing you should fear

Veterans from others wars
Who laid their life down on demand
Others, valiant women and men
Who followed country and command

Now be my strong brave soldier
Take a breath and count to ten
For I'll always be here with you
Until we meet again
Start with TAPS and lead into the verse.
 Sep 2015
rose14195
im reading a book about you
a girl who lives her life
helping others
was buliemic for attention
it turned into an addiction
captivated by things they never mentioned
cut for reasons she never siad and
lived without regret
this book i have is called handel with care
impeachable timing
the minuet you leave me
i.pick up this story
of this girl whose mannerisms
match
your exact
making
handle with care
i wish you came with that warning
but i broke you
not knowing
you could be broken
im reading a book about you
but it sits in my backpack
im scared to flip the pages
to see what happens next
because everytome she cuts
its your memory that rushes
everytime she purges
i think of you in here place
and how i couldnt save
you
and i dont want to know what happens to this girl
when i cant know what happens
to you
 Sep 2015
Pax

I sit alone as if I am fading
Invisible in the ashen fields.
My heart longs to be somewhere
to where I see myself
Clear as the new day
True to oneself’s beauty
Away from the toxicity of people’s opinion
Or as far away from my own shadow of doubt.

I sit alone & not running anymore.
Losing strength as the wind passes by
Losing a bit of my edge in this unreasonable persona, I face.
Yet I never give a **** as long as I kept on going
Reaching for something Unreachable,
I can only hope…

I want to feel the life of someone’s at arm’s reach
to feel that I am alive
I missed you.

this feels like a follow-up on my 'ashen gray' piece:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/298918/ashen-gray/
though it is much more in a different road,
a road that i am longing to have..
 Sep 2015
ThePoet
I took a step back,
and I watched as you cried

because if I took a step forth,
I would have watched as you died

©
 Sep 2015
rose14195
Because it says friends never leave, but they always do
Because it teaches you highschool isnt depressing
and that a perfect boy is waiting for you
but the ones with the pretty eyes always decive you
sleep with you
than leave you
the reason i hate disney
is because it lies to you
 Sep 2015
rose14195
the only thing you taught me
is that love
is conditional
and love is pain
love is temporary
leaves you empty
it strains
who you are
and what you believe
and that love is just a memory
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