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 Jun 2015
Matt
Global economies
On thr brink of destruction

Planet earth being ruined
Because of man's ignorance

Man is not a good steward
Of this earth

Martial Law
Military take over
Of the Southwestern U.S.
Through FEMA camps

Food Supply cut off
I am convinced
That American life
Is going to drastically change

People are clueless
Most people are not aware

All the world's wealthiest
Leaving America

Tensions with Russia and China
We are open to a EMP attack

Our currency worthless
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Enginery creators
Create amare from plastic dolls and toys
Women turned girl
Man turned boy
(Hard to avoid)
Passing these kind daily!!!

Slathered in hateful jealously
Caressed in by hating

Hidden babies

Enjambments of traffic jam new era
Terror such the norm these days

Ennui is soo common,

They gam
Like dams overflooded
By falsehoods

Misunderstood seekers
Seeketh in all the wrong places

Guru's of pleasure and fame
Never to be remembered
Ever again!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Agraphas of celestial
Gone lost to agnostic theory
Blockage of truth
By rich men and blet disguise

Blight meanderers
Taketh and don't giveth
Sin liveth
On aching tongues to all defeat

Buck they needeth to be
Boiled in purest skim
Wherein they haveth newest of skin's
Refreshed by dyed fruit

Non talkers
To mutes
They cometh by packs
They weareth bookbags for college knowledge
Shocked by truth and fact

Cynic cyclonal's
Cyclical to life
Engulfed by confusion
Cut by their own knife!!
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~<^>~~~

cupped carefully
In our palm
is a tiny
light

we caress it gently
tenderly
then hold it to
our
*****

there it seeps
into our
pores
lungs
heart

flows into our
bloodstream
to feed our
flesh

exhaled
it is
brilliant
magnificent
terrible


it reflects every
race
color
creed
idea
annihilation
abnegation
angst
joy
so­rrow
pain


everything that can be
conceptualized
by
the mind of
MAN

we have named it

POETRY

soulsurvivor
(C) 6/7/2015
I am dedicating this poem

special thanks to my
poetfriends
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You are ALL SPECIAL!

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THANKS!

~~~<^>~~~
 Jun 2015
Paul M Chafer
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day,
Myriad summer colours of an abstract view,
Curling up between and under the far away.

I’m lost in the mix, a melting *** full of play,
My own shade of Dark, a subtle blended hue,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day.

Beautiful retro splendour, asking me to stay,
Flower in her hair, white petals, edged blue,
Curling up between and under the far away.

Smiling, she raises my soul from feet of clay,
Dark and Stormy cocktail easing me through,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day.

Cuban rhythm dancers give a riotous display,
Bohemian sight and sound unleashed on cue,
Curling up between and under the far away.

We sample dreams from an enchanted tray,
Allowing hearts, minds, and spirits to renew,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day,
Curling up between and under the far away.

©Paul M Chafer 2015
After meeting my muse, I wrote her a villanelle. Not easy to write, but a step up from the sonnet, methinks, if only in difficulty. As always, anyone brave enough to try one, be true to your thoughts, allow yourself to flow forth and it will be good, it will be you, nobody can argue with that.
example prose poem:

The world looks lovely in the setting darkness of time and as I gaze into the mysterious depths of my soul, I ask, Oh Lord let me linger a little time more. Whatever may be, will be, whatever I search for will be, with God's help, even with broken hearts, lots of soul searching, and heavenly intervention what will be, will be. There will be much distance to grow, sometimes we have to be prune to bloom, to grow in life. Yes I am ready to be better, a better person in the eyes of the Lord, I know I have my faults and I know I am a work in progress, for the Light shines brightly and holds our hearts in His hands... In the meantime the hurricanes of our lifes will fly on by, swirl us around and land us in a marvelous wonderful place that holds our very happiness. You see there is no easy walk to freedom, no matter which way we turn, we must work for it and many of us will have to pass through the valley shadow of death, and might not come out alive. But we still hope and pray and work to strive to be a better person. In fact, when God's light shines let it shine on us... and then we will reach the mountain tops of our desires....
The prose poem is a type of poetry characterized by its lack of line breaks. Although the prose poem resembles a short piece of prose, its allegiance to poetry can be seen in the use of rhythms, figures of speech, rhyme, internal rhyme, assonance (repetition of similar vowel sounds), consonance (repetition of similar consonant sounds), and images. Early poetry (such as the Iliad and the Odyssey, both written by Homer approximately 2,800 years ago) lacked conventional line breaks for the simple fact that these works were not written down for hundreds of years, instead being passed along (and presumably embellished) in the oral tradition. However, once poetry began to be written down, poets began to consider line breaks as another important element to the art. With the exception of slight pauses and inherent rhyme schemes, it is very hard for a listener of poetry to tell where a line actually breaks.

The length of prose poems vary, but usually range from half of a page to three or four pages (those much longer are often considered experimental prose or poetic prose). Aloysius Bertrand, who first published Gaspard de la nuit in 1842, is considered by many scholars as the father of the prose poem as a deliberate form. Despite the recognition given to Bertrand, as well as Maurice de Guerin, who wrote around 1835, the first deliberate prose poems appeared in France during the 18th Century as writers turned to prose in reaction to the strict rules of versification by the Academy.

Although dozens of French writers experimented with the prose poem in the 1700s, it was not until Baudelaire's work appeared in 1855 that the prose poem gained wide recognition. However, it was Rimbaud's book of prose poetry Illuminations, published in 1886, that would stand as his greatest work, and among the best examples of the prose poem. Additional practitioners of the prose poem (or a close relative) include Edgar Allen Poe, Max Jacob, James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, Amy Lowell, Gertrude Stein, and T.S. Eliot. Among contemporary practitioners of the prose poem are: Russell Edson, Robert Bly, Charles Simic, and Rosmarie Waldrop.

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