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 Apr 2016
Amethyst Fyre
I’m sitting in the hallway with 3 friends,
4 hungry girls waiting for practice to start.

Another friend comes along with a brown paper bag.
In it, he has 2 donuts- 1 sugar coated and 1 frosted over.
The friend quirks a smile.
“Here, fight for them.”
He throws down the bag and turns away.

I’m closest.
Quick hands, I ****** the prize.
In seconds, the pack begins to howl,
1 begs, 1 reasons and 1 prepares to fight
they all move in to take me down i’m the enemy now they’re about to pounce i shout

“Wait!”

My voice echoes down the hall.
They freeze. They blink.

“2 donuts, right? 4 girls? Split 2 with 4 and we all get ½. That's reasonable, right?”

They sit back on their heels.
Slowly, no sudden movements, I reach into the bag.
We share our ½’s with sheepish smiles.

The friend turns back around and sees us all happily munching away.
“Wait, did you split those evenly?”
He says it with such disdain.

Is it so wrong to want the world to work in a way where everyone wins?
True story- Makes me a little worried for humanity, but it also reminds me that there only needs to be one voice of reason to make things better.
 Apr 2016
Sjr1000
People come
People go
We get so close to people
we don't ever really know

We're all avatars
in this
the real world

Private self
Public self
Virtual self

We're all avatars
in this world

As real as the real world
As if it didn't have a delete
re-set re-post twelve more lives
power-off button

Real worlds converge

Real hurts
Real drama
Unfriend   Block

When the virtual world
replaces the real world
which is the "real" world?
Real money for virtual tools
People fall in real love with people
they don't even know
People come and go

The real world
The world that really matters
The real world is real to me.

Take your pick in the real world,
which is really real

Private self
Dream self
Public self
Virtual self

Real pain in the real world

Are we all really avatars
in the real world?

One day the AI robots
are coming with skin
3d printed
speaking your language,
real relationships
going the way of cigarettes
outside
better done in the garden.

The  AI's will be singing every night
"Happy trails to you "
When they know they are the
new real.

A virtual
real relationship
in the real world

Imagine that

Are we all avatars
in this world,
the real
real
world?

And which is that?

One day when we have dream machines,
is anyone gonna want to wake up?

We're all avatars in this world
the real world.
 Mar 2016
Kelly Rose
“I am not going to be the person
I am expected to be anymore”

I heard this thought and was
Kind of blown away
Making me question
All sorts of things
Like…

Who do I expect me to be?
Who do others expect me to be?
Am I
Daughter
Wife
Lover
Do I even care?
What do these labels even mean?
Why can’t I label me Friend?
Is there anything expected of
An acquaintance?
I am trying on new labels

Poet
Writer

Whatever the label
Poet, daughter, wife, maybe even friend
These masks sit a little uncomfortably upon me
And…

What of the unspoken and often unseen labels

Broken
Weird
Crazy

Do these fit me any better?

I don’t think I have ever been
The person others expected

Certainly not myself!

How extraordinary!
“I’m not going to be the person
I am expected to be anymore”

Kelly Rose
9/19/2014

Heard this in a commercial and it hit a nerve  
Someone asked me to post an old poem and I give others the option of posting an older poem that touched them - it is a lovely experience
 Mar 2016
Kanupriya Khurana
He was not the stars
I wished upon,
He was the moon
I couldn't take my eyes off.

-KPK
 Mar 2016
The Winter Jester
Today is world poetry day
I don't know why so few people know about this
Poetry is amazing, and so are all the people who make it
I think today is the day people should let the world know that poetry is awesome
Hello all you poets and poetess write away and continue to make art with words
Continue to make people feel amazed
Happy World Poetry Day everyone!
It really is world poetry day.
 Mar 2016
Sjr1000
Walking miles
on a
desolate beach
never losing
my path back
to the highway
home,
inside
I know

My eyes
will once again find
the healing white light
the beacon
of
The 4 Trees
guiding me
to the long
highway
home.

Along the way
losing sight
of
them all

There is confusion
fear and trepidation
feeling like a child
waiting in front of a
movie theater
for their mother to come
watching cars
counting trees

And of where I am
And of where I am going
Somewhere along these dunes

Familiarity will
set back in
focus will find
the  4 Trees
quaking in the salty breeze

The ocean is rough
storms blowing on through
calling
beckoning
with each frozen wave
the end of all issues

Sometimes looking out
Sometimes looking in
writing in the sand
knowing the tide
is coming in
erasing all.

The  landscape always changing
Easy to become so lost
And tho
the landmarks will decompose
and fade

The 4 Trees
for today mark the way

Easy to miss
along the forest
Panic
a breath away

The phantom captain
the voice within
reassures
not lost
just misplaced
our spot on the map

The spirit guides
the dance
in a spot of the healing
light
the rustling sounds
of the 4 Trees
guiding me
back to the highway.
The picture of the real 4 Trees on my homepage. Easy to get lost out there.
"The phantom captain", a description I first heard from Buckminister Fuller, many years ago.
 Mar 2016
ShamusDeyo
Texas 1959, And today Out of Time
Oswald...  The CIA Admits As Role Prime
To Play Lee Harvey... Until the Time
He could be used... And hid behind

The Asassination of Castro He Failed
Still Playing Him along... to their Avail
The Victim of the Ruse.....
Never Realised his Use..... in the End

They Plied him with *****.....
Hookers  and  Promises.....
Trips to Cuba and Secret Meetings
A Snipers Rifle with Desperate Leanings

Keeping him fed with Lies
The CIA Cast the Die
Feeling Let down by JFK that Day
Over the "Bay of Pigs"

His Truce they regarded For
A weakness that Moscow
Would Subvert Somehow
For the President Folded

Then Came that Fatal Texas Day
In 1963, Lee Harvey at the Depository
Smiling Waving JFK in a.....
White Lincoln Town Car Parade

The Shot Rang out where he sat
Blood splattered on Jackie's Pillbox Hat
Jack Ruby ready was Very Fast
To make sure the Truth Didn't Last

The CIA Made Numerous Omisions
Of Evidence to the Investigation Commision
Keeping it all Hid away, Till the CIA Historian
Opened the file of Lies, from the day.....

The President Died....................................


All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
As revealed recently by the CIA Historian to a Reporter
http://liberal-agenda.com/2015/10/finally-the-cia-admits-covering-up-jfk-assassination/

it took a lot of Tears to write this......
 Mar 2016
Joel M Frye
precious moments starved
gleaned from hungry hours
quenching thirsty thoughts
parched too dry for words
whistling arid winds
desiccated soul
\propped\ against a cactus
full of watered life
canteen close at hand
felt no need to drink
(walking past the past
sipping from your wells)
only two more days
until baptism in
these sacred salted seas.
 Mar 2016
Paula M DiMattio
Afternoon Visit
A privilege to behold
Her story unfolds

A quilt drapes the bed
A sampler hangs over it
A labor of love

Her voice soft and low
From her heart's memory
She recalls her youth

By the candlelight
Her mother passed on to her
A lifelong career

A hand runs over it
Beautiful flawless stitches
Admiring her work

She listens closely
Each detail is memorized
To retell later

Endless needle ******
Hours spent diligently
Lessons everyday

Cotton wool velvet
Solids prints floral fabrics
Neatly on a shelf

Once powered by foot
Now idle covered in fine dust
A Singer treadle

Unfinished dress coat
Embracing a mannequin
Never to be worn

In a chair she sits
Her hands methodically stitch
Unseen material

She turns her head slightly
As she dismisses her guest
Good night Mom is heard

PMD 2~1~2016
 Mar 2016
Niveda Nahta
can you see what you have done to me?
can't you see you got my head in a whirl?
my heart in a twist and
my tongue in wish,
a wish of being with you always,
you can travel afar,
but travel with me,
over the oceans
and over the seas
I'll hold on to you
if you hold on to me
can't you see what you've done to me?
to my Mr.Sailor..love you always...
Is it wrong to be serious
and somber of mien,
with downcast eyes
and a body so lean
that a ray of sunlight
making dark into day,
would find no impediment
on its straight made way.

So I live my life
not too-giggly much
but happy and content……………        
……………..my days lived as such,
that all who know me
cry “fellow well met”
and time will quiet spin on
while I live ……..no regret
after"happy and content" the next line"my days lived as such" should start with a new breath
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