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Nothing is more dangerous,
Than a woman scorn,
Equipped with a bow and arrow,
Shooting at a man naked as the day he was born.
So be afraid little men,
Or you won't see the light again.
Treat a woman as your equal,
And your life will be peaceful.
hey you kids
drop your phones
your gaming devices
and stop glaring at the TV

go outside
just
watch out for bears
and trucks
and don't forget
your benadryl.
I am walking ahead and ahead
and still in the same place.
I am treading water
walking through a morass.
I think I am making progress
but I am stuck when I keep walking.

© Sofia Kioroglou
i.

I shalt play
The piano and lrye;
To put her to sleep.

ii.

I shalt strum
Her heart's desire;
Inside of her keep.

iii.

I shalt swoon her
In ecstasy marriage;
Lover's entwined
Magical carriage.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
A lyre is like a small harp...
Blaring drumbeats of the heart
Cloud his ailing vision.
Legs are about to give in to
Steely eyes that feast on his
Fatigued body.
Stumbles on a pebble; feeble wrists
Snap as his hands kiss the jagged rocks.
The pack of rabid wolves approach,
Licking their lips with anticipation.
In a circle they go taunting, sneering,
Relishing at the sight of terror incarnate.
Why so savage?
Why prey on the innocent?
Why do your steely eyes long for my flesh?
A graceful angel hunted and persecuted
Regardless of his noble acts.
Don’t you know, ingenuous man?
It’s the law of the land.
He who is adored by many will be hunted
By the few
Vacuous minds subservient to envy
Who will not rest until
Your head is on a silver platter.
Don’t you know, ingenuous man?
It’s the law of the land.
Hunt or be hunted.
Resist and the demons shall flee.
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