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 Aug 2016
wordvango
I've heard that when people  go mad
they  cry and scream and tear **** up
I 've been wondering
if maybe I am too mad to do all that
I just sit staring burning my fingers
on butts
at the flies on my ceiling
even they
are scared of me
 Aug 2016
SE Reimer
~

we the people,
long have known
the write of
passages and poems,
whether bellwether,
envisionist or revisionist,
too oft have thought
this journey long,
and weight of hope and change
to another there belongs;
yet i subscribe
that we as scribes,
can right this ship,
not merely write it's wrongs;
for we it's pride
with hearts ascribe,
and note-by-note,
as carpenters and soldiers,
we its authors and its poets,
in words, in deeds,
writers, of a patriot’s song;
with deepest definition,
and inner soul reflection,
it's stanza, chorus, bridges,
we must lovingly inscribe.

~

*post script.

i know i am but one of many, who disillusioned, feel alienated, and could just as easily choose withdrawal as my reaction to our nation’s political plight. this then my belief, my plea, my hope we’ll see, withdrawal is not an option, that our words, deeds and even our writings carry weight, and bring with them hope and change to each community within which we each serve.  we are not merely writers of our history... we are authors of our destiny!  

if you are not an American, hope and pray for us, please, for we desperately need your support!!   if you are, pick up the pen... pick up the charge... be the change!!
Sometimes the little things mean the most later on,
Every single moment becomes a memory before long,
Hard times you've encountered have lead you to where you are
Even when it seems dark, look out the brightest star
Our own beautiful world isn't that hard to find
The life that we dream of starts out in our mind
Be open to understanding, it takes two to create a fight
Your belief in a fleeting moment may not always be right
Let's make peace my brothers and sisters all across the land
put down your weapons and hold your neighbours hand
Let's open our mind to a better world, create a better place
we owe it to our children, and our fellow human race...
 Jul 2016
SassyJ
My mind is my emotions
a linear construct of the two
merged in an smoky marriage

Logic is a product of feel
feel is a distill of analysis
an elope of consequence

When the day is bright
the bird sings, the mind steals
an ecstacy is so beautiful

When the night is dark
the moon is un-kissed
the blues drink the mourn

My mind is my emotions
a dichotomy of life and death
at the square of fire and calm
 Jul 2016
Stephan
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Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Allowing the beasties free reign in the village
Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound

Pacing the streets, seeking out bits of garbage
Leaving their stains on the innocent few
Leering in windows where children are hiding
Tender young things and so easy to chew

Thieves in the night lurk about come the morning
Stealing the sun at the break of the dawn
Drinking of sewage a’ flow in the gutters
Checking off names as the many are gone

Peering ‘round corners, down alleys, in shadows
Seeking the favor of all who do grieve
Laughing in spite of the torment now growing
Licking their lips in the hope you believe

Roaming in groups so the followed outnumber
Say what you will for the king does not hear
Lost in his throne made of mirrors that flatter
Shivering, cowering, caving to fear

Deaf to the villagers asking for reason
Blind to the pillage befalling this land
Dumb, well I guess that just goes without saying
Nary a care what the people demand

Feasting on turkey, potatoes and gravy
Raising a glass to the enemy proud
Taking a stand against those who support him
Locking the front doors while yelling aloud

“Carry your torches, your pitchforks, your honor
It matters not for this evil shall win
Even when gone there are echoes of anger
Lingering on till they come back again

Give them your all, what you’ve poured your heart into
Down on your knees, bow to them one and all
Step over rock and the piles of rubble
This castle will stand even when the walls fall

Shout all you like as no change is forthcoming
Accept it or flee, you think I give a ****
When you are gone many more will replace you
Now pass those peas and a slice of that ham”


So roam the beasties, their teeth ever sharpened
Fanning the flames as so many are burned
Tearing apart what the people envisioned
Silly to think that they somehow had learned

Nothing so happy with no ever after
Always the same, it will happen again
But unlike some other long winded stories
Sadly in this I can not say “the end”

Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Thankfully I can peruse from a distance
Witnessing all without hanging around
 Jun 2016
Sk Abdul Aziz
A guilty conscience is a pretty powerful motivator.You'll notice that more often than not, when you're suffering from a guilty conscience you tend to make an extra effort to be good,do good and say good..'coz i guess somewhere in your mind and heart you regret your words or actions and unless and until you do something to make it right it eats you up inside...and the worst part is that sometimes people can see right through it.
 Jun 2016
r
Like wild oats
the lonesome poets
grow in the ditches
alongside back roads
and when it rains
they drink too much
like the low cotton
in dry fields forgotten
by dirt poor farmers
whose wives run off
with the first stranger
who wipes his shoes
on the porch before
selling her a pretty pair
of green lace underwear
like a bird sick of its tree
dreaming of new leaves.
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