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 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
UNiTY
Morning
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
UNiTY
I slowly open my eyes
The fan whirring
The sun behind the gray curtains
then opened
to the sun behind the gray clouds
still luminescent upon my face
stretching into hugging myself
light caught dust particles
filtering around me
I close my eyes
wishing to wake in a different place
but only opening them again
to wishful thinking
hop out of bed
not much sun for a sunday
raindrops threaten
and then brandish their damp breeze
rainbows absent
i fall back into bed
maybe i will awaken tomorrow
to find that this place
was all in my head
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
Ryan Hoysan
As human beings
We have the potential
To do anything we set our minds to
Except for this moment in time
I feel as if the odds are stacked just slightly too high against me
As though sheer force of will just won't cut it this time
As much as I hate to think this way I fear it might be true
I've started thinking that maybe the major that I've chosen to study in college just isn't working out. It has been my dream to study computer science in college and make a career out of it, but I'm not so sure of that anymore. Maybe I'll end up changing majors... Things are just kinda complicated in my mind right now.
(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Can anybody tell me why days were long when we were young?
Our days would seem unending from morn 'til setting sun.
We spent hours playing grownups and mimicked what we'd see,
And all that time rehearsing what someday we might be.

Some days I'd be a teacher, then a nurse or acrobat.
I liked them all, and it was fun to try them out like that.
I wished away my time back then, and I could hardly wait
To see myself all grown up and live beyond our gate.

Give me back the "good old days" of lying in the sun.
I never knew their value then; my life had just begun.
I'd reach out now and hold them tight, embracing every day.
I'd love to be that child again, just one more day to play.

I'm betting there are others who feel as I do too,
Who'd gladly join me back in time
When there was nothing more to do.
Sister and I , just 10 months apart, grew up on a farm with no one other than the two of us to play with.  This arose from those memories now 70 years ago.
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
chris
l o v e
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
chris
love is
no Where

love is
noW here
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
sunprincess
Not so long ago
in this land of Poetry
you see

I was Used, Abused
and Misused
and like that wasn't  
enough

I was then Stripped, Ripped
and Flipped
Stomped, Cursed
and Kicked

And finally,
Finally when I thought
they were done with me

Well this ringleader,
Mr. So and So
His pride
must've been really sore
Not exactly sure why though
Anyway
He wasn't satisfied
Until he gave me more
An experience on Hello Poetry
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Bloom where you're planted,
All women are told,
To thrive.
We are told to wait to be chosen, to be cut, to be picked the moment we blossom,
Only to be an ornimental object,
Some temporary color,
A disposable distraction.
To simply be beautifully brief.
Well I,
I am more.
I am more than a windblown wish
Than petals to be plucked
Than a wildflower waiting to wilt.
I am rooted. I am grounded.
And I,
I Bloom.

Never forget
That only the uncut flowers
Get to keep on growing.

|b.g.|
It's been a while since I've written, and I don't usually write without rhyme, but this poem means a lot to me. Our society tells women to wait to be chosen, not to simply live.
This one is for all my single folks, especially ladies.
Bloom- not simply to be noticed or picked, but to learn to love the life you live. Don't wait for or ever let someone cut you. Live your life, and if someone wishes to plant themselves alongside of you, grow as individuals, together.
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
Ola Radka
There are
only
two thoughts
in the language
of
our souls,
Fear
and
Love.
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
LS Martin
I drink because:
I would rather sleep walk through life
Then live with the choices that I've made
Waking early
too early
I can't sleep right

The mind racing
and pacing in me
too fast

Too fast to slow down
I can't slow down
can't stop this head on collision
 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
L B
I stood in the February snow
the freezing sleet
no boots
no coat
Steam wafting off my fury

My father read the lie
two hundred yards away
and walking toward me

So I owned it
told it
With a snarl
Without a flinch
Both knowing

I held my ground before him
and wore the red of his hand
on my face for a week
Thank you everyone for the views and comments.  The Daily was a nice surprise this evening.


There were five of us kids.  I was the only one who ever did anything like this.  It was like my father needed someone to stop him sometimes.

My father asked, "What are you doing out here?"
I lied,  "Getting some air."

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1801472/the-mayor-of-wesson-street/
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