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 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
I take a quick journey on up the road
Things I see make emotions explode
A lofty green meadow is what I seek
Congested construction is what I meet
Six lanes roads blast a once fluttering forest
Middle class homes rise as mountains at best
Standing in playplace of childhood
Woodland games of youth, ever so good
No, not anymore, now industrialized
They say we must be commercialized
No! I say, what will the critters do
They say who needs em, **** fools
How long will it be 'for luscious green's gone
Replaced by business, the new icon
No trees no bushes no grass
Just some corporate ***
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
Haiku
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
Does grass get angered
when plod upon by giants,
human destructors
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Droop eyes die, sleep time
for dream world of unknown myths
dead in the morning
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More to come................
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
Loud life takes a break
as I wander through the calm
forest of my mind.
Let the chit chatter and silly banter
cease to exist, for now
is the time to sit quietly
enjoying the tranquility
of the beautiful wilderness.
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
Mila
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
I sit here on break at my nine to five,
perusing the depths of word music divine.
Beauty I seek and bliss do I find
from poets unknownst to my imaging eye.
They come from some places so foreign to me.
Yet the freedom we share with our tongues
and our souls, it speaks volumes of strings
that connect us untold. Through the blessings
of two friends with gold in their hearts
I united with one  lamp whom lit up the dark.
This darkness had been shown to me, no not yet;
this lighting of candles conquered the sunset
of a beautiful Spirit who speaks strong to me.
I thank her for the words I look forward to read,
inspiring so, can't wait to join you infinity.
This is for Milushka, a poetess who has moved on. Though I just discovered her work today, I know that her Spirit will live on through her poetry. May she always be remembered.
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
How
 Feb 2013 Polly o
B Woods
How
How do you expect me
to live it out like this
so many fraudulent claims
and no one to even blame!?
But myself, I guess?
How can I do that
when they say
do your best?
Its like living in a dream
when it seems so fake
and then you wake
and can't even take the reality
that you face.
Whats the point if you ain't
bein' real
to yourself
to your mind and your memory
Mighta got lost at some point
but I'm here now, say
when you comin back
I hear them
And for some reason
it all always just fades
to black and white
Mainly gray now
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