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 Jun 2014
Jack
I sit here alone staring at the hate,
the anger and the situation
Wondering why it has to be this way

People are people, they make mistakes,
they say the wrong things,
words slip out that are not meant, perhaps in frustration

Harm is born of narrow minds
who can’t see past their own faces,
frowning in the bright sunlight, complaining about rain

Filling up on foolish fumes…
what fuels this need to make another feel bad,
what stands in the way of peace

Forgiveness, an antiquated word
Little use and it will disappear,
if it hasn’t already

Who is better than another
When push comes to shove…
why does push come to shove

War, we all despise it but we all create it,
not with guns and tanks
but with hurtful phrases and sharpshooter aim

Pointing our weapons because…because
of something uttered in the heat of the moment
a friend, (loose term?) that fails to wave hello

Why can’t we all just get along,
stop the maddening effects,
stop the madness…stop the mad
 Jun 2014
reflectionzero
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Busy little bee, you've got yourself some honey
You trap yourself in sweet desire
Sticky situation you've got yourself in.
Flower to flower, hour to hour
Bumbling about your days.
Stacking that sugar to the ceiling
Drone yourself a home.
Stuck in a husk, an empty hive.
A queen throned
Alone.

You busy, busy little bee.

-r0
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
They say the bells
Toll for
No man
But they will toll
For love,
For death,
Peace,
And
War.
The bells will toll
When the great pass
And when so many
Poor fall.
They
Will chime
With the falling
Of every hour.
The bells
Will toll
For everything
Except man.
 Jun 2014
Marian
Don't cry because
The sun has set
Smile because it rose

*~Marian~
Just Some More Of My Friendly Advice!!! ;) ~~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy This Random 11w Poem!! ~~~~<3
 Jun 2014
Jack
I don't expect you to forget,
please just forgive me
 Jun 2014
Jack
Life is too short,
friendship too important,
cherish your friends
Friendship is hard work...work hard!
 Jun 2014
Joe Cole
Loghain,  having reread most of your beautiful works on numerous occasions I have come to realise that you truly are one of the worlds greatest:

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ARSEHOLES
Weary eyed disappointment shines through the blue
in an attempt to quell my spirit.
6 weeks between us, yet you are as old as time.

I am not sorry for your frustration,
it stirs my ***** to see your distress
at my half-smile.

I offered you warning, long before gold was shared.
I told you I'd be hard to hold,
spelled out my weakness,
held aloft all flaws.

Still you lept at my flame,
seeking to contain it within your covetous palm,
to mold me with your priceless wisdom,
your righteous idea of who I could be,
should be....would be.

A me without a trace of self is your desire.
A shell filled with your vision of perfection.

A stay at home
Lay at home wife.

Last night you said that you had made me a better person,
while I sat and wondered at your breathing
in the hope that it would stop.

Do not take my silence as compliance.
 Jun 2014
betterdays
oh woe is me!!!
have pity, cruel
and heartless world.
the sky now fallen.
my sadness, unfurled.
i sail,
upon a ship of abject
misery.

i sit at the helm
and weep
and cry
and moan
and mewl,
til, my eyes have
run out of
wet, n' salted fuel.

now, those who know me,
are wondering why,
me, who writes happiness.
is having a hysterical cry.

if i can but,
bring myself,
to tell you why,
you must be generous,
of heart, and not say fie.

my big, catastrophe,
bigger than you know.
is a death, in the family...
they have lingered long
and been, a dear friend.
but this morning i went
to see them and they
where gone!!
and oh dear me!
what an embarassing end...

it is,
sad,
beyond,
sad.
i cannot tell a lie.
here its is....
in all it's badness

*my jeans done died
i had this pair of favourite, faded blue,white jeans.
had them long enough, that
they had come back into fashion....had them longer than my husband, my present job.
they knew me,
so well and comfortable too
i went to wear them this morning, as a pick me up treat....
and lo and behold,
they fell apart, at my feet
the crotch,
had frayed away
and if i had worn them,
my smalls and privates, would be saying a cheeky, g'day....
so i am sad
and an old friend has departed.
but at least
it happened in private
and not at work,
when i farted....

i tonight,
will give them,
a burial, in the duster bin...
and then drink to them,
with tonic and gin.
fare the well,
my faithful denim friend
consider this to be...
your heartfelt eulogy.
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