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 Mar 2013 JW
M Clement
The Streets
 Mar 2013 JW
M Clement
He sat, completely repentant
He had hurt her before, he knew
There was defeat in his shoulders

"I would like to pray about this," he said, searching for change in a greater aspect.

Beratement
Scolding
She needs a husband who's going to be around
Better around beating than away?
He had put that past behind him
She felt reason to bring it up
Over
And
Over
She needs a husband
He's there, but apparently,
Not enough
Miscommunication
Frustration
Defeat in his being

She keeps talking and talking
Saying the same things over and over
Beating him with the same verbal stick
He feels awful
He knows his wrongs
He lacks self forgiveness
He fears himself
He fears losing her due to his own actions

He desires to pray
He wants, and is seeking change
She's stuck
Stick in hand
Ready,
On the attack

Prayer
She's stuck in a
Loop
No forgiveness in the
Hardened heart
He's defeated,
Wanting so badly for change
I watched this scene unfold before my eyes. I'm not sure why I was a bystander, and I wanted to speak; however, it was not my war; it was not my place.
 Mar 2013 JW
M Clement
We don't own money
It's True
In Capitalist society
Money owns you
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 Mar 2013 JW
M Clement
I sit in the abyss,
       Screaming.
            There’s an echo.
       Am I alone?
Maybe
 Mar 2013 JW
Fred Kinard
Hold On
 Mar 2013 JW
Fred Kinard
The money means nothing/
when the bankers control the cash.
In debt and receipts in pockets/
no value just expensive trash.
Study
    Watch
         Learn
             Money talks

Living check to check is lost misfortune.
Tell friends, "No" when the ask for dough.
Plentiful items you don't need can be auctioned.
You'll never understand which way money flow.
Add
   Subtract
       Multiply
             Divide
 Mar 2013 JW
Tim Knight
Last night I danced like my dad
with a girl who resembled a dictionary definition
I read not long back-
charming.

Graceful eyes that could
stop traffic with a blink,
and engaging lips that
would smile to sooth the pain of
the midday, gotta-get-back-home-now,
commuters whom step
on pedals with haste.

I lied. My dad can’t dance, so last
night I made a fool of myself
in front of a girl who resembled
a dictionary definition I read not
long back.
Twitter > @coffeeshoppoems
 Mar 2013 JW
H
Sometimes
 Mar 2013 JW
H
Sometimes when things get bad
It's hard to imagine that greatness can ever follow.

Sometimes when things get bad
The *** of gold seems eternally hollow.

As if an eternal sunset may have occurred
And the sun took it's last bow.

And through the dimmed silky moonlight
You can only see grey clouds.

But that's only sometimes
And the world gets better.

I can promise you this.
You won't always be a debtor.

One day you'll collect
And the sun will shine brighter.

And you'll stand proud
Because you were the last fighter.

So keep pushing
And get up when you've been slammed down.

Because a human with such brilliance
Does not belong on the ground.

Do not listen to unrealistic words
Go forth and persevere.

So you can always be proud
When you see your face in the mirror

And when the light doesn't seem to shine
And your lifelines look severed.


Use your own mind to remember


"Sometimes" is not forever.
 Mar 2013 JW
M Clement
The one-eyed man
With his one-finger hand
Told me the one secret to life

Live by twos
And find two truths
And hopefully, never find two lies

Three people can join
While three can soil *****
And three pairs of pants will be needed

Four mistresses
Take four distresses
And pop four pills a piece

Five dollars is all you need
For five pound of speed
To do, for five days, about nothing

Six skin flicks
With six dude-chicks
Make six uncomfortable scenarios

Seven is what you need
Seven of the kindest deeds
And then you'll find perfection in seven.
Mentally, started with the first 3 lines, wanted to continue with numbers, this is what I got.
 Mar 2013 JW
M Clement
The prison of my prison
is my mind
I often forget things can be said with so little.
 Mar 2013 JW
MasikaniCrocodile
we tend to cry
for those who
die young;



why?
because life is yet a miracle, is why
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