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 May 2016
Steven Forrester
Words
Are the things I write
Combined with an image
It becomes poetry
Can't you see
It's not the words
It's not the rhythm
It's not the rhyme
It's the time
The feeling
Revealing
All you've written
In my opinion
As merely words on a page
Though I'm not a poetic sage
I am a poet filled with rage
Not a fighter for the armies of the world
A soldier
In this war of words
(c) Steven Forrester- From Diary of an Ominous Mind
 May 2016
Emily Dickinson
954

The Chemical conviction
That Nought be lost
Enable in Disaster
My fractured Trust—

The Faces of the Atoms
If I shall see
How more the Finished Creatures
Departed me!
 May 2016
Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was sadly pursued by a bear;
When she found she was tired,
She abruptly expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.
 May 2016
Julie Grenness
"What are toxic time bombs?
I wonder, with no aplomb,
Old garbage and refuse tips,
Legacy landfills, full of blip,
Damaging environmentally,
So much for sustainability,
All the overflow of society,
How do we correct such wrongs?
All these toxic time bombs..........
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 May 2016
Jason Chae
you probably sat down on the bowl with a relief
now your **** is touching all kinds of butts whoever had the same problem
but this doesn't even matter for you are about to give birth to your worst child

oh
you better finish this quick
for it brings **** tons of shame

now you just made a splash
it might be your dead baby getting thrown into the lake
or
something else like
your pride and dignity

but don't worry this isn't the worst part

after all the hard work
after all the shame you went through
now you have to let it go

flush.
this might be a love poem
 May 2016
J Robert Fallon III
When your mind is caught and scrambled about, and grenades pop off you scream the ****** shout.

Whatever your fear for whatever cause, you must be able to sit still and give life a pause.

Don't be afraid to resist the urge, technology has made the need to talk more; we're in need of a purge.
 May 2016
S G Arndt
You are my new drug
Without you I can't breathe
But sadly what you don't see
Is that my new drug
Is not the only thing I need

☁️
 May 2016
Kara Jean
Criticism is validating
Your love is a choke hold
A marriage committed to my compromise
Generic mending
Each strand of bronzed chunk, represented a vow you gave me
The scissors cold and bare, cutting it away from my body
Swept into the nearest waste facility  
I was invested until the end
Dying with you was never scary
I now degrade, picking scraps off picture frame edgings
Look at us so happy
Lusted objectifying could qualify as the new I do
Well, we didn't make it to 80 not even 32
Congratulations to your selfish needs buddy
I hope you finally find you
Here take this ring, it doesn't fit me

— The End —