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 Mar 2020
Racheal Rodriguez
Corona Virus
Only affects the elderly people
And infant
Who has a low aume system
The news are not exactly
Telling the whole truth
Military Soldiers
Has more information
Than the T.V.
 Mar 2020
Edmund black
The poet
My mind
My insanity
My cups
My plates
My lamps
My papers
My hats
My shower
My foods
My news
My president
My eyes
My hands
My ways
My bed
My compassion
My sexiness
My health
My infidelity
My faithfulness
My dreams
My goals
My failures
My risen
My misunderstanding
My intellect
My understanding
My stubbornness
My pets
My neighbors
My environment
My toxic energy
My ideals
My shoes
My streets
My chair
My mirror
My job
My heart
My money
My poverty
My clothes
My mother
My father
My sister
My brother
My friends
My car
The sky
The clouds
The ocean
The birds
This movie
This song
This talk
The trees
The rain
The plane
This place
This pain
This nonsense
This heartbreak
This cancer
This earth
This man
This woman
This stranger
This stove
My story
My wife
My husband
My lovers
My words
My books
My failure
My selfishness
My goodwill
My selflessness
My smile
My laughter
My swags
My story
This poem
This poet
This plane
This automobile
This gun
This knife
This world
Much etc
I wish my mind
Would accept that
One of them is going to be
The death of me.
 Mar 2020
Edmund black
YOU
I remember the days
        when I prayed
                        for what I have now.
 Mar 2020
Hadrian Veska
The waters were deep and still
As far above as they are below
Waste and void were  all that was
Darkness was over the Earth
A lone spirit stood above the waters
Silent for but a moment
An eternal moment before time began
Then the spirit spoke
And darkness undid itself
The waters split apart
To reveal dry land
The sun, moon and stars
Blinked into being
The Earth and the planets
Their orbits began
Trees and plants sprung
Up from the dry ground
The fish and the birds
Filled the seas and the sky
Animals roamed
The newly formed land
All was complete
But this was not enough
That spirit then planted a garden
To the east of the river
And in that garden by hand
Formed a new creature
In the same way of that spirit
Was the new creature made
Unlike any other beast of the field
That creature was man
The lord of the earth
That creature called man
The companion of God
Two that are one
In the way of their maker
Who Himself is called Us
When He spoke before time
Upon His creation
God looked and was glad
For all was good

Oh that we will return
From here East of Eden
Back to the mountain
Of the Lord our God
 Mar 2020
Traveler
No test
no lesson to behold
life keeps kicking me
lower then low
a snow covered tent
deep in the woods
an old abandon barns
with a caved in roof
the cold follows me
as I aimlessly trek
in search of somewhere
I haven't tread yet
Traveler Tim
 Mar 2020
CLARYT
Hold tight my darling,
Because when we soar upwards,
Nothing can stop us.

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  03/03/2020
 Mar 2020
Jack Jenkins
The curtain closes after the bow
Creaking leather shoes start their step
Exit stage left
Applause
Silence

tap tap tap tap

Time stands as still as his heart
and a question ****** his mind
if his words were empty
or just the audience?

He got into this business to hurt
to feel something
It was his drug, after all
But he finally healed
Years later
A smile touches his scars

tap tap tap tap

Exit stage left
'Til death, does he art
Thank you all for reading my works, over the years. I never really planned to stop writing poetry, especially because I feel I've been writing my best work ever. this has been not only my work, but my diary. There's so much of me on this site, so much more than most people would ever know...

I'm quitting simply because I feel it is complete, at least for now. I originally started writing because I was in love with someone who is no longer in my life, every time I refer to "her" in my notes... and I've made peace with it. I'm happy.

Thank you to everyone who changed my life, from here. I wish you all the best in life. Sorry for the burnt bridges, to those I no longer speak to.
 Mar 2020
Edmund black
I heard them say
That cats have nine lives
And no matter what life throws at them
They always land perfectly perfect
On their feet
But as impressive this may sound
I remain unimpressed
Because
Perhaps the same can be said
For Edmund black
Because believe me
When I tell you that truer words
Have never been spoken
No matter if the sky’s fallen
The earth’s crumbling
Or the sun’s risen
I remain standing taller than ever before

“No matter what”


     Still, I rise!
 Mar 2020
CLARYT
I had it,
Right here in the palm of my hand,
But my stupid,
Relentless insecurities,
And failure to believe,
Has cost me my life,
My reason for living,
Of course, I will go on,
But never the same,
My glass is shattered,
I,
Shattered, my glass.

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com
29/02/2020
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