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Luck will forge you great liasons
Strength will frighten weak away,
Precociousness is self defeating
Believing lies will make you pay.
Issuance absolves the ego,
Petulance decries the stance,
Rage is such a waste of space
But laughter makes me want to dance.

Fighting in the street is futile
Fantasy is thinly veiled,
When idiots unleash the chaos
Interaction gets curtailed.
Tip toe to the ballot people
Caste a vote for sanity
Wasting it on madness
Makes the future a profanity.

Caste a vote for sunshine, people
Make tomorrow pay,
WIPE THIS NIGHTMARE FROM THE SLATE
For a better, brighter USA.


M.
New Zealand
On occasion,
When feeling particularly human
I sit in the rain
Let the sky come on to me
If you fold up your paper,
turn off your radio and TV,
sit on the steps and sip your tea,
watch the birds and speak no words
as the sun rises yellow and round,
making rainbows on the dewy lawn,
you could fool yourself into thinking
there’s no ****** war going on.
It’s Been A Long Time

   It’s been a long time since
I let him come out to play
It’s been a long time since
I let him enjoy the day

It’s been a long time since
I opened up the doors for the daylight
It’s been a long time since
I let the breeze flow, with delight

It’s been a long time since
I turned the stereo up loud like this
It’s been a long time since
I threw on some KISS

It’s been a long time since
I felt that child I’ve left behind
It’s been a long time since
I felt so unconfined

It’s been a long time since
I have, and hope you’ve enjoyed my rhyme
Today I let the kid inside of me come out
To play but it’s been a long time

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 11/09/2020
All rights reserved
 Jan 2021 khina maya ghimirey
JDK
Poets are sociopaths
masquerading as artists
who've convinced themselves they know how to connect to other people
while having no clue where their own heart is.
I'm just projecting my personal shortcomings onto all of you.
Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain
a message of hope to all parents
Of
the
Third world child
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