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The world sees you
As an ordinary person.

An ordinary person
Sees you as the world.
My world? Nah. It stops revolving the day you left.
By: Cedric McClester

Under the AHCA
Once it gets unstuck
Wise people say
The poor get ******
In the usual way
But the president says
We’re gonna be okay
Because he’s the prez

We’re being sold ****
Like it was Shinola
The rich will be okay
The poor - like I told ya
As they point the way
We’re gonna need a shoulder
For us to cry on
As they move that boulder

If they repeal Obamacare
With no concern
How the sick will fare
I’m warning them
They better beware
Cos’ we’re gonna rise up
And give ‘em
Quite a scare

As I write this
They’re counting votes
If they make it
According to the quotes
They have to know
They’ll be rockin’ boats
And taking on water
Until nothing floats











Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
Narcissus?

sometimes I seek confirmation
in a complete vacuum

or before the eyes of others,
in their hearts,

yet very often, images  
of my own pictures

sometimes, at my cat’s touch
or, the touch of children

rather rarely in the work of others
humanity rejoices in every project

but more often in footprints
left by  my ancestors,

and the scars left by my own people
not appreciated  soon enough,
  
Narcissism?   not so negative, you see?    


©Maria Panoutsou
We're in a state of being friends
This thing that we call bonds
How strong a link
How much the love
It’s so much more than fond!

We’ve know each other
Most our lives
We’re intertwined and woven
But never have we fallen out
Never were we broken!

When times are hard
And spirits fail
We pick each other up
We love, support and carry through
With a word, a thought, a touch!

So moving forward
We are strong
Together we are better
Until the end we’ll carry on
F R I E N D S…they come no better!
For The Mary - My Friend
Because, how tragically ironic would it be
To end up dead because of an overdose
of the medication meant to help keep you alive.
I'm in a coffin of thoughts,
          entombed within my plot.

I scream in loneliness,
           but the soil of confinement buries me.

A head stone reads my reflections,
           *"Here lies my voice, buried in torment,
 Mar 2017 strawberry fields
nivek
Its the beautiful blue
greening of spring
deep in your mind
touching the soul
knitting the heart
freeing the song.
 Mar 2017 strawberry fields
nivek
a single flower can change a mind
seeing flowers where others see weeds
you are not far from nirvana.
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