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 Nov 2014
Juneau
On the edge of the Milky Way, way, way out in space
There's this planet called Earth; we've all heard of this place
A place where all the inhabitants are a complete disgrace
They allow millions to starve, while a few stuff their face
And no matter the size of their knowledge base
They can never understand one another and begin to efface
With their swords, knives, guns, bullets and bombs all apace
They will soon go at one another in a nuclear arms embrace
They have the ability to end themselves in one last Coup de Grace
....and with disparaging tones, we call them, the human race
".... and we call ourselves the human race." - John F. Kennedy

November 18, 2014
 Nov 2014
SøułSurvivør
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how
do i even
begin to thank
all the brave men and women
who gave of their lives
so we here at home
would have safe peace
you are                all stars
in my                             eyes!


soulsurvivor
this is written especially
for my father Clinton Jarvis

he lost most of his hearing
as a gunner's mate
in the Pacific Theatre
during WWII

he was in the Sea of Japan
during the kamikaze
raids - a terrifying ordeal!
I just want to thank him!
 Nov 2014
Jack
Looped of love


Cast upon a sea of symphonic scent
Cashmere soft and storm cloud kissed
Ventures forth on fingered strings
Spent alone in shuttered mist

“Curtains drawn in crayon colors…stitched on gold locket seams”

Worn of worries, frayed edges weave
Reaching deep into heart felt fear
Bland the noise, served in muted tones
Staring off to nowhere…near

“Tears now fill thy cup…once overflowing in melodic dreams”

Broken desires, a tangled spun web
Knotted by a lingering memory’s hold
Skin still warm of tanned defiance
Fractures locked out in the cold

“Heaved in piles of shoveled excess…soon to be forgotten silent on the street”

Music floods into porous caverns
Echoing a fragrant caring song
On syncopated bar chord promises
To hold you with arms forever strong

*“And I play for you in the key of my heart…looped of love in constant repeat”
on the back numerous hole
quite a few too on the chest
still it clings to my soul
I think it fits me best.

says my flummoxed wife
you’re a miser hopeless
holding on a rag for life
bringing yourself disgrace.

I feign not to hear and shrug
clutching it more to my heart
feeling warm cosy in its hug
my friend the many years’ shirt.

on it lie rivers of sweat
joy and sorrow’s tear stains
time’s all burden of weight
gloomy and dark hours’ pains.

a mere cloth and I find it so hard
to throw it and part our ways
wonder how humans discard
relations grown over years.
 Nov 2014
Francie Lynch
Before air became gas
And water waste;
Before light became lasers
And fireworks cannons;
Before cars got wings
And trucks got tracks;
Before rafts were raiding ships
And we breathed underwater;
Before sticks were arrows and spears
And we exalted ourselves;
Before Empires rose and fell
And rose and fell,
A femur crushed Cro magnon's skull.
It's a marvel
How any of us
Are here
At all.
 Nov 2014
Phantom Byron Lorde
Trials of the soul
Begin from birth
If named after a poet
Does it make you that?

Death may claim love
But true love never dies
Memories stay forever
Explanations can be lost

Words run through a head
Full of complicated release
Screaming out of my mind
Dancing in poetic form

I see beauty unfounded
Rediscovered in mine eyes
Still I walk in darkness
Trials of the soul
Copyright 2014
 Nov 2014
Gabriel Sweatman
He wondered why he was stuck in the unknown, but new it was the mystery that seemed to drive the illusion inside.

The continuous roll of the quivering wind breaks from all the chills that fills his stomach within.

For he felt the draw through the strings that have been placed along the waiting list.

The blank page that was placed in front of an already ripped abyss with nothing but the stains from the open wounds.

The scars and bruises fade with the blending of the suns glow.

Her glow which punctured her own barrier of comfortability pushes her away from the unexplored circumstances.

The question still remains of the time and space at which they collide through space and time.

The irrelavence or misconception of this is what pushes gravity down not up.

The things that matter most are usually gone unsaid, creating the space in return stealing the time.

This is what makes it all relevant not in grey but Black and White.

There are two ways to life the rest is just a haze amongst a strawberry cloud.
 Nov 2014
Jack
The Perfect Combination


A-1 on your sirloin
Butter on your bread
Chocolate on your ice cream
Or butterscotch instead

Cream cheese on your bagels
Jelly on your toast
Maybe peanut butter
Which do you like the most

Salsa for tamales
Lemon for your fish
Onion dip for vegetables
Delicious on your dish

Pinto beans in chili
Carrots cooked in stew
Bacon on your meatloaf
Chicken cordon bleu

Chives on your potato
Sugar in your tea
Pickles on your burger
Crackers for your cheese

Garlic for your pasta
Sauce upon it too
Milk poured in your cereal
Slices of fresh fruit

Gravy on your biscuits
Sausage would be nice
Cocktail sauce for jumbo shrimp
In a bowl with ice

Syrup on your pancakes
Frosting on your cake
Cream upon your peaches
A salt and pepper shake

Caramel on your apples
Seafood and white wine
Cottage cheese upon your pears
It’s so much fun to dine

Mayo on your sandwich
Ketchup on your fries
Dressing on your salad
Whipped cream on your pies

So many combinations
That we see each day
When we’re having dinner
Breakfast, lunch or play

To enhance each other
Nothing left to waste
Flavors come together
In the name of taste

There’s one combination
The best one I can see
Not to do with eating
Because it’s you and me

So perfect now together
Like ham on top of cheese
Lettuce and tomato
Onions in your peas

Wonderful together
Sometimes sweet or ****
Soft and always tender
This love inside our hearts

Of all the perfect pairings
Only one will do
This combination built on love
Forever me and you
A little Saturday fun.
 Nov 2014
Kelley A Vinal
Through the wandering spectrum
Of cerulean dragonfly eyes
You fly without hesitation
Observing the vast and marvelous world
As if it were your own
As if it were your cut-out template,
With an admirable sense of wonder
And the fervent desire
Not only to know
But to contemplate
The luminescence of a fluttering firefly
How the brittle mechanisms of life
Apply
Through crystal-clear dragonfly wings
You carry your mind
 Nov 2014
Poetic T
Red balloons* litter the floor,
Out numbering the pure ones before,
What once was *white
now
Discoloured
Violated
Shrouded
Float from view
Each a moment of life
As the balloons once white
Now no more,
For all is stained red
Crimson,
Droplets,
Dried
Upon white like a tear,
It slides down marking
Before greeting the floor,
Expelled air, ruptured by the
Violence,
Anger,
Death
Still lingers, an after image
Of the life that was here before,
Red balloons float leaving their imprint
Splatter effect upon floor & wall
Cold eyes stare seeing both
White
&
Red
Balloons
Clinging around this fallen life,
Where white once was now all
That floats is the stench of death
Red balloons huddle around,
Each carrying a moment with them
When life became death &
White was scarred by crimson,
Life is static, still, for death  now floats above the floor
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