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Carlo C Gomez Apr 29
Different
lines on the thermometer,
when it happens,
it moves all by itself.

Deliberately
random restless waters,
terrestrials standing on their banks,
recidivists having deposits
and withdrawals
at an inflated rate.

Dungeoneering
--the amplified gesture
means a convenience charge,
elevate me later.

Defibrillation,
I'm on the existential end
of viral paradise,
"the files you have on me"
are a trail of stolen pebbles,
sure to inoculate my final
walk into the sea.
david mitchell Jun 2017
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your sweet, lips,
forming into sick,
kiss.
your brown eyes insist,
on swallowing me into
your abyss.
this,
bliss
is purely just a glitch
surely can't exist,
but it sorely will be missed.
i know, this:
we clearly can't coexist,
no matter how much we resist
no matter how much we wish,
this rift,
just can't be dismissed.
it's not a simple slip
that can easily be fixed,
it's a partnership apocalypse.
we're living in a counterfeit relationship.
cooperative cyanide pride
Tanay  Jul 2020
Love and abuse
Tanay Jul 2020
Abuse is a vicious cycle
that defiles and murders love.
It is a game
that only breeds hatred.
It uses shame
as a weapon.
In this vicious cycle; hearts no longer beat,
they get replaced by fists.
In this vicious cycle;
the tattoos that were meant for affection
become nothing but scars on the wrists
of those who were once lovers.
It awakens a bloodlust and makes monsters
out of strong people.
No, not monsters. It makes recidivists
out of strong people.
The strong abusing the weak,
a norm that continues to contribute to the cycle of abuse
It is a cycle that forces us to make love
to our doubts.
It keeps on violating us until our self-doubts
have consumed us
and
we've evolved to hate ourselves.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2020.
All Rights Reserved.
Lawrence Hall Nov 2020
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                The Staff Cafeteria at the Lubyanka

Spaghetti again?

A busy day in the cellar.  Admin
Wants more cells cleared for Lenin’s birthday bash
They come along okay until we pass the offices
And then they know. Some of them cry. It’s rough

Put it on my tab

It’s pretty rough upstairs, too, meeting your quota
Of counter-revolutionaries and recidivists
You just drag them downstairs and then shoot them
Easy-peasey for you, but the paperwork…!

Two cups of tea

Shop-talk and gossip, who got a promotion
Budgets and schedules, and comradely devotion
A poem is itself.
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Norbert Tasev  Sep 2020
Overall
Norbert Tasev Sep 2020
Time is over my head: It is leaking from the expelled universe. Everything is so homely above the cauldron captivity of valleys in a small house; sadness, like a dead ball of tears, otherwise falls more easily, dripping more and more while it hits the ground. "I greeted me with a one-of-one consciousness of happiness: I could not kiss the immortal footsteps of your feet out of cowardice!"

And yet thousands of agonies tormented me, and the prey of heifers became my orphaned soul! A goddess I haven't seen in a long time now I don't know where she stumbles, lurks, curious after me - we kept immortal drums together while we folded our hands together! - To the bottomless well; into our selves as sinful recidivists, we fell back because we ourselves were afraid of the Truth

patinated halls. And only in secret, so the dele of my life slipped away like a mild summer shower: it came suddenly, fresh-smelling, sharpening my mind, liberating it - and it passed away like a flame! Our podium judge was wiser, more ruthless than ours, and set off a blushing war of kisses: "You're not ready yet!" He replied.

And the break-ins will never be a whole whole again! There is always a humiliated, humiliated heart that secretes secrets among half-looted treasures! Where is the limit, the awareness that with common Action, everything can be improved? Because it was bad, it was evil, and the manipulation that the blinding effect of two eye vaults had on the restraint of male hearts could be exploited!

The eternal torment of pain has always struck my heart! I couldn’t have been counting on me with turning moments!

— The End —