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 Jan 2016
Sjr1000
It's enough to
make a grown man
cry

PVC's
Modern Man
running through
my
blood stream

I look up
I look down
when ever I look out
it's all around

PVC's
Modern Man
running through my
blood stream

In looking for our
salvation
in the consumer ****
a darkness always
descends

Consternation
Frustration
Anticipation
Adrenal Exhaustion

Enough to make
a
grown man
cry

PVC's
Modern Man
running
through
my blood stream

Fukashyma
radioactive poisons
going to make
PVC's
look like old friends.

Modern Man
running around our blood stream
once
again.
Polyvinyl chloride the plastic in many of our containers we use to drink out of, microwave, etc.  they are running around in all of our blood streams, the oceans,
every where.
Fukashymia keeps on melting down and no one knows how to stop it.
 Jan 2016
Terry Jordan
There is one spectacle grander than the sea,
That is the sky,
There is one spectacle grander than the sky,
That is the interior of the soul.
 Jan 2016
Ja
If you think you can
You will
If you think you can’t
You won’t
If you think you ought
Then do
If you think you naught
Then don’t
WIZDUMBs BY JA 581
Every bad has some good in it
like silver line round the cloud
a bad isn't bad every bit
has something to make feel proud.

One night on a rainy day
out on my aimless roam
saw a koi that lost its way
caught it and brought it home.

In a bucket it lived two years
no way I would ever regret that
had I on that day chosen to stay clear
it would have been taken by a cat.

Once she bought a bird cheap
back home we soon found out
surely it wasn't a prized keep
was lame in one leg no doubt.

But be sure we chose not at all a wrong
the foot though not cured healed a lot
the budgie would not have lasted long
had its lameness prevented to be bought.
 Jan 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
This is where the earth
There were piles of refuse time
Over millions of years
Wants to stand up

Walk the walk where the stand
Hundreds of thousands of
Light-years away
My friend, the North Star
Of his many friends
Lost in the pit of time

Mother's hair grew gray
All sides of the wall
Of the house has broken
Rust is over the grills of window
Said goodbye to dreams

White childhood,
Blue adolescence,
The red color of youth,
Instead of
Bruises under the eyes
Sending love to the jail
My friend is now hanging
within four frames of the wall

This is where the earth
Everything turns to be
A graveyard
Gray ash color valley
On that
History's foot print
will be exist

Nobody did not come back
The sun may never
rise again
Love is beneath
the silent dark of trash
All the truths will be turned
into devour
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
....
 Jan 2016
Daniel Ospina
Pumps life only to
Be blamed for the brain’s mistakes
And take a beating.
When the Holy Spirit overcomes us an second time.
When he overwhelms us with his Great Mighty Power.
Using us to reveal his Mighty appearance  to this dead world.
When he shows the world through our beings that he is God.
Thus drawing many unto his Mighty Throne room above.
Then we can gratefully proclaim that we have been used.
By the Awesome Saving Lord and God Christ the King.
For this one purpose we each have been created for here.
To reveal the only True Hope that we can cling to.
 Jan 2016
Sk Abdul Aziz
In this world filled with hatred and lust
It is difficult to hold on to your principles and do what is just
If war doesn't **** you
Then intolerance must

We live in a world where everything we do is judged
Where the colours of peace are smudged
Where the poor continue to live in their misery
While the rich continue to be engaged in their revelry

We live in a world where governments are hell-bent on showing their might
Even it means curbing a citizen's right
The constitution today has become a joke
Dear policy makers...light it up..
...let everyone see the smoke

We live in a world where falsity and corruption walk hand in hand
Where the truth is stifled
And most are afraid to speak out and take a stand

We live in a world where the youth is consuming drugs
Where poverty and unemployment compels them to become thugs
Where each and every moment there is the threat of violence lurking
Where kids are forced to spend their childhood working

Everyone i meet keeps asking me..
...where is the love?
...where has it disappeared?
And just like the others..
...i simply don't have an answer
Love and peace it seems have become rare commodities now
We mostly find it in books and movies
I find it most in poetry
For unlike the world...poetry doesn't discriminate
Poetry is fair
It gives everyone a chance to shine
It knows no barrier
It knows no borders
It knows no boundaries
It knows no limitations
It aims to please
It aims to entertain
It aims to arouse
It aims to awaken
It aims to inspire
Poetry is what makes life so much more beautiful
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