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 Dec 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma

Silver wings, magical bird
No flapping around
High fives the clouds
Nautical miles it scales
Many aboard, feel safe
In the bluest of blue skies, it peaks
Amongst the fluffy clouds
Freedom it seeks
Nose dives like a song
Silver wings, magical bird
Lands safe
 Dec 2020
james nordlund
126 GOP Representatives signed onto the latest attempt
by **** of Utin and his rumpettes, like Moscow Mitch,
Utin's puppets all, following vlad-the-impaler's orders,
to e'er further press their case for overturning the will
of the people in our recent fair election for President,
to the Supremacy Court, where they were sure their
cries of supposed "irregularities" would win them their
criminally insane day, keep our king-kong sized
terrible-two, who's going on six, illegally installed in
the Black House.  It took the conservative Court but
126 words to bury their megalomania, dreams of grandeur.

350,000 of my and your fellow Americans have been
exterminated by them so far, pandemiced, a purposely
not prevented 9-11-01 terrorist attack's victim's toll
per day, every single minute another murdered
premeditatedly by them, more will have been ended
by them here before this is over than killed by all
our enemies in the entirety of this nation's history,
including their cherished civil war.  Joe's installing
them in his Cabinet, Admin., instead of cleaning house?
How on God's green Earth do they still steal breathe
from the Amazon forests, Gaia's lungs, which they

can't seem to destroy quick enough.  The head of TX's
GOP just said that "...****'s States should secede...",
to paraphrase.  "...We(e),...", say, one and all, please,
we beg of you, do, then we can prosecute and execute
every single one of you members of ****'s int'l crime
family, legal like.  Your talk of secession for going on
a century has obviously been no more than gabbing of
all hat cowboys playing at being men, cowards all.
The Bible says it, "don't covid thy neighbor's wife",
but, I guess you don't read much.  People, as sure as
you live, they will eventually **** you, death be proud!
Happy HanKwanMas.  If Boudica were alive today she'd say, better to live only as long as a May fly, a day, on your feet, than as long as an eagle flies, on your knees.  If it ain't fixed don't break it.  If you're not taking bullets you're making them.  Stay a light, stay alive.  Thanx for the good contest and all you All do.  Have a great day   :)   reality
She takes off her clothes
Showing her body to men
Some pay for more pictures
Some pay to meet her

She needs to earn the money
Because the rent is too high
She's young, still has her looks
They do to her what they want

Some are gentle, most are rough
They use every part of her body
Making her do so many things
It also pays for her addiction

The weeks went by, she wasn't seen
The police found her overdosed
She was naked, dead on the bed
All she wanted was to be loved

Copyright Chris Smith #darkpoetsoul
 Oct 2020
james nordlund
No barbs held,

bards hushed,

bars holding,

holds barred.



Freedom ringing

in a New-Year,

new relationship,

with a kiss.
Thanx for all you All do.  "To walk in seasons Is to question, A flower is opening.", Basho.  Have a good eve'   :)   reality
 Oct 2020
james nordlund
Before covid, nursing homes residents
were being exterminated for $,
now they're 45 % of corona fatalities,
to steal their SS, this must stop now!

Before the next debate,
ask the President,
when are you going to stop
this preventable American Holocaust?
Thanx for reading my twig of poetree, commenting and all you and All do; have a blessed afternoon   :)   reality
The road was all mud
she slipped with the drizzle
and you couldn't tell
the color she wore
but her big awed eyes
colored the land in all colors
making her lose breath
gazing at every little thing
till over the noise of lightning
boomed her father's voice
be fast girl before the rain is harder
when she would run for his hand
and slip again and again
counting fun at every fall
her eyes a glowing island
from the mud scarred face.

Once in the market
the man gave her a good wash
little knowing she was drenched
with all the dreams
eyes could ever see.
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