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 Sep 2014 krissie
Mike Hauser
God made the heavens with the stars in the sky

Man made the sin so we all must now die

God made the earth and all that's within

Man made the moment in which we all flinch

God made the air that we all breath

Man made pollution so the air we could see

God made the animals to live off the land

Man made the zoos to keep them all in

God made the oceans and all the sea life

Man made the notion to always ask why

God made the flowers and God made the trees

Man makes a mess out of all that he sees

God made the mountains and God made the sands

Man tears it down with progress at hand

God sent the rains to water the earth

In mans complaints there's always a thirst

God made a promise to always be there

Man took that promise and left it somewhere

God said take care of the land and the sea

Man made excuses and lost memory

Out of his love God sent us his son*

I ask of you what has man ever done?
 Sep 2014 krissie
Jack
The sound of the wind as it rustles the branches
A bluebird in song as the spring does arrive
Crickets abound with their vocal performance
It’s the music of nature that keeps us alive

Leaves on the path as they crackle and whisper
Soft falling snow as it forms on the ground
Squirrels that chatter from tree top to tree top
All that is nature a beautiful sound

Long distant thunder that rumbles so proudly
As if to say hey there look up at me
Rain on a tin roof that taps us in wonder
These are the sounds we can listen for free

The buzz of a bee as it searches its nectar
Acorns that tumble a thud to the earth
The peep of a new baby sparrow that’s hungry
Wondrous the beauty, the singing of birth

The calling of geese as they soar through the heavens
Trumpeting swans now a’ float on the lake
Children at play as they learn new adventures
A rooster that crows for its time to awake

A fog horn that calls to the lost on the ocean
The crash of a wave as it reaches the shore
Seagulls that scream us their maritime sonnet
Sandpipers squeal as they come back for more

These are the sounds that fill each walk of nature
Symphonies built on what’s real and so true
Songs sung of love that inspire the feelings
Beautiful things that remind me of you
 Sep 2014 krissie
Joe Cole
Yep it's going to come in this over populated world
And it won't matter if you're an old boy or girl
Robotic police will grab you quick then
Cast your body in the pit
Oh dear, oh dear but I still have got so much to give
Surely I should be allowed to live
Sorry Sir but it now to late
Cos you just reached Your Sell By Date
 Sep 2014 krissie
Jamie King
I am wounded by questions, as to why I do not honour the beauty of love, but an eagle can not dance in the clouds without its feathers. Shackled by the chains of misery, I find that in love I can not go further.
I'm an iron bent by the hammer of pain. My path is abundant with emptiness, love is yet to lead me astray.

In the rain of my tears I see a rainbow coloured with hope of escaping my fears enlightening my heart as the path to love appears.
 Sep 2014 krissie
Jamie King
Atrocious images consume the mind. Society is the devil without horns nourishing the masses with lies
When the truth is,  the robes of the pious veil predators.
Pigs bathe in the mud of corruption, assume high positions, incarcerate victims while the streets flood with villains.
Is this a forest of lost souls and weeping widows, where beauty is but another fallen tree? Or A stage of villainous acts with heroics words?
Becareful who you trust, because those you trust have the power to destroy your life
 Sep 2014 krissie
Jamie King
Your mind is an abyss sated with emptiness,spore of an ink-jet,
the heart is erupting with repugnant repulsiveness.
Your conscience ravage by your impulsive act.
You indulge in savagery shackled by misery creativity is a mystery .

You diverged from an honest life and now you're perjuring in art you dark-prowlers.
Converged with parasites marauding, Proud-Writers.

Cursed with uncertainty you're embracing lies, in the realm of thieves there's a decaying crown.
We write from our hearts these words reflect our lives through poetry we are defined So stop stealing poems!! And Be original
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*Songs tempt me very
Poetry makes me crazy
As if, the drugs I have taken
As if, I have lost and found you again
May be it's an illusion,
And it has grown me as a Rock,
Rocking all those to be rocked
Even my strength has grown as if,
I can make your pain,
That to be torn,
Turn to be a stone
And I can crack your cry
Again those yells have made me
An empty isle -

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
tears to be torn,turn to be a rock as if my life runs and I grew as a rock
Love is an imprinted shadow of a dark, lustrous ink.
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