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 Jul 2016
chump
I can feel the end
I've no room left to bend
Straight to hell all this will send

Punitive laws effect change
Nature's ways to derange
Separate rules to estrange

Take from one give to another
If in doubt rule for the mother
Elevate the sister and hold back the brother

Just 200 years if you could read youre a witch
But that's not enough time for this kind of switch
Your rocket to the top leaves us in a ditch

If we put the hens in charge
Next door's roosters will barge
loss of women's freedom large

There'll be and end to the time
When your life was sublime
You had it all on my dime
 Jul 2016
Just Me R
Broken hearts can mend
Memories will fade and decend
Trust can never be regained
And their scars remain on skin
 Jul 2016
Pauline Morris
Can you feel the hate
It's storming our gates
Picking up a gun is easier to do
Than seeing another's point of view

A rational mind
Is getting harder to find
Hate is everywhere we look
Can't you see what all it's took

Our children are afraid to go to school
Where hatred is now the Golden rule Bullied and battered
Kid's pick up guns and make things splatter

No where is safe, not the movies,  night clubs, or malls
We are left with the consequences,  and do nothing more than bawl
People are trying to fight hate with hate
Isn't that just great

Can no one see the writing on the wall
Love is the only way to stop this squall
Stupidity and hatred will be our downfall
As we look upon our fellow humans laying in that death sprawl

All we do is cry and wail
Thinking the ship has already set sail
But we can turn it all around,  if we only listen to the call
When will people realize, love is truly the answer after all
 Jul 2016
Pauline Morris
I sit and listen to the crickets melancholy tune
I watch the moon start to bloom
The stars pirouette across the sky
Soon the frogs are croaking in relpy
Fireflies light up the night
Flickering their golden light

A single wolf starts to howl
As if to ask the age old question how
I ended up so lonely
And where's my one and only

My dog is sitting at me feet
She looks up at me as if to say, nothing here is off beat
In the cool of the evening
the honeysuckle is smelling much sweeter
Than in the day under the sun's heater

The moths flutter around on silent wings
My heart is so light it just sings
I just sit here for hours dreaming
Under the moon that now is just beaming

My dog gets up and moves to the door
I look at my watch it's way past four
She's ready for the foot of my comfy bed
So I oblige, and make my way inside,and lay down my weary head
 Jul 2016
Joel M Frye
i dream of you most perfect girl
intelligent and patient eyes
with legs caressable as clay
world-weary and naive in turns
sharp of tongue yet never lies
nor turns a starving heart away

most perfect girl in dreams you'd be
so strong and joyful to submit
your nature suits duality
enjoys your wicked, smiles your wit

one whose soul outshines the sun
and darker than obsidian
i pray to be when i am done
one most unworthy perfect man
Jus' playing with the form.  Inverted Petrarchan sonnet.
 Jul 2016
Cynthia Jean
poems

are like grapes

squeezed
from the winepress

of grief
and sorrow....


cj 2016
we live yet one more day to gain yet one more measure of compassion from our experiencial suffering...and to tell about it
 Jul 2016
Pauline Morris
Here we go again
Killing over the color of the skin
We are less evolved than the ape
We pillage plunder and even ****
Doesn't mankind understand we're all kin
Despite the color of our skin
Or who we love, or who we ****
With ignorance we are severely struck
Remove the scales from off your eye
Before they drop the bomb and we ALL die
 Jul 2016
Pauline Morris
Why are you ******* with my head
It took me days to get out of bed
We were through, but here you stand
Flashing those eye's, reaching for my hand
What is this **** your trying to sell
You say you want to give me heaven, but all you show me is hell

Please oh please just back away
There is nothing to you I want to say
I don't want to see you at my door
No I can't stand to see you anymore
All you do is play your games
Get inside and **** with my brain
Everything you do only causes pain
I want no part of you in my life To remain
So I'll whisper a good by as I close this chapter
Because I already know what you're after
As he watched the skin slowly peel from the bones,
         he remembered his childhood.
   Memories of scraping his knees
         and being fascinated with the blood
      dripping down his leg.
All the times he carefully burned
         each leg off a spider
     and studied it closely
            as it died painfully.
The first birds squawks
        as he plucked out each feather individually
               then cut it open to see it's lungs
  slowly stop taking breaths.
           Practically in awe.
    But it wasn't enough.
    
Now
     As the man lays,
         barely alive and severely broken,
   on his basement floor,  
      he feels some extreme level of pride
that he's never felt before.

    It's like...
         The more death he can create in the world
    The more alive he can make himself feel.
 Jul 2016
Pauline Morris
It doesn't matter how the world sees you
For the world is quite subdued
It set's the limit of what is acceptable
What is regrettable
What is transposable
What is disposable

All that matters is how the people in your life view you
Are you loud, are you crude
Are you brazen,are you rude
Or are you the voice that soothes

Do you do your very best
To make other's feel blessed
Even though your more than stressed
With your own life a ****** up mess

Do they see your strength, does it show
Even though your hope was gone long ago
Do you still brave each day
Fighting there, in the gray

Can they find the hope you lost
Do they see you go on, no matter the cost
Do they love you anyway
Even when your in the hole, do they stay
Stand beside you night and day
Love you, even when you're in the sway

When depression takes your hand
Leads you to it's lonely land
By you then, do they still stand
Do they hold you close, do all they can

Or do they scatter
Leavening you to feel you don't matter
Making you out to be the Mad Hatter

Can you take off your disguise
Will they think you unwise
Not to continue your "happy" lie
Can they withstand the agony and sorrow in your eyes

If you do, and they can't
There will be no need to feel bad and rant

For when you drop your mask you'll find
You simply had friends of the wrong kind
Then you can leave the others far behind
As new friends start to unwind
 Jul 2016
Olivia Kent
They said monsters live under the bed.
Truth of the matter. they're all in your head.
Don't go seeking monsters beneath your old wood frames.
The monsters that invade your head are just playing silly games.
(C) LIVVI
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