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Oh demons don't torment me
Why can't you just leave me
I stir
I toss the pillow
Bash it with all my might
But those devil 😈 eye demons
Torment  my thoughts
My heart races around
Like the grandfather clock
It ticks away  until  am  grey
My  mind  just won't unwind
Those  vipers  ooze poison
They run through like a hurricane
I can't  rest till I collapse
The waiting is over
Sadly it's dawn
I've never idolized a fierce woman.
No.
For me,
there was something so much more powerful,
in the way a woman could subdue a man, with a kind voice,
and gentle hand.
 Jul 27
Seán Mac Falls
.
It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints
.
 Jul 27
Seán Mac Falls
.
Live slowly in youth
Precious time recedes with age
Plaintive as guitar
.
 May 18
Francie Lynch
I have tasted human flesh
From the oven of
Lips and tongue;
Dripping well-dressed
In savory sauce,
To stir me to feast on.
Yikes. Don't say I wrote this.
It's a shame
I  haven't
The
same get  up and go.
This covd 19
has taken its toll
I've become to attached
close to home.
I dare not try to roam
I feel confined
Distant
From  old  journeys
Now  lay so dorment
It's a different normal
I'd rather stay knitted
in my wee bubble.
I  become a rekuise
Goodbye I just have to sigh.
 Apr 21
SøułSurvivør
We're all in an ant farm
Ants doing what ants do
They March around
and feed king queen
They March around on cue
There those who March
to different drummer
But they are very few
They're ladybugs
Under the rugs
Living in a zoo.


The Ant Farm lives!
The ant farm lives!
They are everywhere!
The Ant Farm lives!
The ant farm lives!
They live without a care
Ladybugs are ruled by thugs
They live in despair.


Folks, you'd better listen
Listen to this rant!
If you want to live
(If you don't fit in you can't)
Ants wear armbands...
Whitehats
The UN wears the pants.
There's a pretty boy
Who does just as he wants
If you want to live
You'd better be an ANT!!

Chorus 2X
Are like a fragment
of a heart
needs tender loving care
Nurturing
Carrested
Carried
Cared  for
If the feathers wither
Bird dies
Like a wounded heart
Disease takes over
We carry needless burdens
Hanging on to bitterness
It cuts in like a knife.
Destroys human life.
 Mar 23
Francie Lynch
If you're an agricultural enthusiast,
Or gifted tower dwelling urbanite,
I know a priest who’ll bless your cockerel, favorite cow,
pig, sheep (with a predilection for lambs), tractor and
two-seater outhouse,
(I once saw a priest bless Farmer Paul’s load of manure).
He’ll lift a hand over
dog, cat, gerbil, cockatoo,
Foster children, adoptees, naturals and the unnatural.

They will bless people in love;
they will bless their love;
But not the union born from their love.

All love, he will say,
Is Divine.

God does not bless sin, said Papa.

Tsk, tsk... it's only a blessing, for Christ's sake.
Shame on the RC Church.
 Mar 18
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Sing me a song
I'll tell you a secret
Whisper the words quietly
I will hum  you  a song

Write me a poem
I will lend you some ink
Can't wait
I have writers block
 Mar 1
Mike Hauser
I often hide behind
The poetry I write
If you only knew
What I was going through

You might not come to grips
Or even come to like
This poet here
That keeps on fooling you

In and out of seasons
This reasoning of mind
Who's to say
What is false or true

Warmer comes the weather
Colder stays the heart
With straight face
No one has a clue

As I press pen to paper
In another roundabout
Way of making
Rhyming words for you

This whole time hiding behind
Theses simple words I write
Where no one has a clue
Of what I'm really going through
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