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ICN Jul 2017
What happened?
Oh wait I remember
A president was elected
But we didn't get him
Instead we a got a dictatorial regime.

Freedom of speech was the first right to go
Slowly but surely
Prisoners of war
Accumulated in the prisons.

College kids and Activists
Beaten, *****, shot, ridiculed.
They might as well have been tarred and feathered

How sick do you have to be to shoot at a girl
Sitting
With her eyes closed
Crying for her country?

How sick do you have to be to paralyze a 15 year old boy
Walking
With the rest of us
For his future?

And don't get me started on the grandpa
Who was marching
with his grandchildren

Or the violinist
Dedicating a tune to his country

All trying
To escape from this country
Plagued by insecurity, inflation, and corruption.

The only thing we have left
Is a small scrap of hope.
i don't usually write about Venezuela, because it is a very touchy subject for me but i couldn't help it after yesterday
This is for those who like truthful comedy,
This is for those who find amusement in humility,
This is for those who want to become billionaires, without a friggen’ care,
This is for you, who likes to stand-up on the internet but don’t take an actual step outside your door,
Just wondering who is going to supply your food?
Just wondering who is going to clean your home, while you’re out making your dough?
Just wondering who watches your children, whose personality they will have instilled in them?
Just wondering how much money you paid for someone else to live your life for you?
How did we become so ignorant, blind to our surroundings, and unwilling to see through the boundaries?
Whose idea was it that we would consume more than we could handle, and how was that quantified?
Why do we still value you these ideals whole-heartedly?
I mean, look around you, everyone might be arguing… but can you find all those commonalities?
We have traded skills for bills, wallets for intelligence, and phones for relationships,
We have ignored our human needs, in order to fulfil some invisible person’s greed,
No different than the religious views that divide us, these people we don’t know enjoy out profits and still despise us,
And no matter the anger that we share towards this system, we allow our differences to control our true power,
Funny, how are children are becoming poorer than the last generation before them,
Hilarious, how we all panic when the grocery store closes for just a couple of unusual hours,
Amusing, how we all hope that someday when we’re old we will finally be done dealing with these ‘daily struggles’,
Only to find ourselves locked up in strange homes, on the news getting abused by people who aren’t our loved ones,
We hold these fantastical exceptions over those who are different from us, in age, gender, location, or belief system,
We presume that we know what is best for all others, and yet have ignored the advice of those who came before us,
Like the Cree legends of over consumption, or the basic indigenous rule of Natural Laws of being respectful of other lives and surroundings,
Our science and technology have come so far, yet we still cannot find connections to the very planet on which we were born…
What a comedy act, you truly cannot write this stuff up,
People all struggling against the same encroaching tide, can’t hold each other’s hands because they might get wet,
Those who want everything work so hard to get it, then end up with no one around them to share it with,
We sacrifice life all of the time, even though we aren’t doing the actual physical killing, our dreams, relationships, and habitats are what we are losing.  – E.M.
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
I love how uncomplicated you can be
when you walk away from considering
what's in it for you; but it's not easy to
to live life day to day like that

The path is clear for you, even though
the emotional toll it takes is exhausting;
it's not that you are there for those who
cry; it's that you are the cry itself

You feel so connected to everyone yet
the loneliness behind the wheel on a
country road is a beautiful sunset that
can only try again the next day

But you allowed hatred to poison your
beautifully rippled pond; the birds all
flew away because you threw rocks at
the reflection of stormy skies

You became a mad mind full of care;
how can you find yourself again, we
want the flowers and the cool breeze
that you were so long ago

I want to complete you my love but you
cannot stop the caring you have for our
world; I love that about you but you chose
to light the wood underneath your feet
trashcanpoetry Jun 2017
BANG; another kid, another life

another dark toned baby
taken away for no real
reason
another mother mourns
over her proudest accomplishment
gone
another brother cries when he
passes that street corner
another sister says nothing...
she is desensitized from
last week's loss

BANG; a different kid, a different life
for a movement that goes unnoticed far too often

Im new to this- please leave me feedback
Mio Seanachaidh Feb 2017
A girl was born in Bed–Stuy, Brooklyn on the 30th of June to a family of influence and wealth descending from the very man John C. Calhoun, himself

Lena Horne was a beautiful woman and soul; diversity radiated from her very essence from her spirit itself

Her racial heritage was a mix of African American, Native American, and European descent - family pride and honor came with her family name as the Horne was one of the First Families of Brooklyn

As raised and nurtured in a cosmopolitan sense, she was more than a pretty face and lovely name

The chanteuress was also a civil rights activist who fought for the rights of others, she denounced racism and fought injustice which unfortunately still exists

An epitome of style, elegance, and grace whose charms, bravery, and charisma will never be forgotten; she left an indelible mark in history

Known for her commanding presence, subtle dignity, and strength - she was a powerhouse in her own right

She graced this world with pride and strength; a rare soul and beautiful heart

May her legacy forever shine, cherish, and protect the future generations to follow

She will never be forgotten and always a light for coming tomorrows

Rest in Peace
First Family of Brooklyn - A term for wealthy upper class families in Brooklyn, New York who contribute greatly in society and are famous socialites in the community (especially the Horne family)

John C. Calhoun - An American statesman and political theorist from South Carolina, and the seventh Vice President of the United States. He is best remembered for pro - slavery yet advocating advance in concept of minority rights in politics, which he did in the context of defending Southern values from perceived Northern threats. His reputation legacy is extremely controversial.

Bronze Venus - A nickname for Lena Horne given to her because of her beauty

French - Chanteuress translates to English as female singer
Liam C Calhoun Jul 2016
I might be
“Here,”
And you might be
“There,”
Better yet,
We might be both
“Now,”
But “Newsflash!” –
The glass,
Between us,
Is just thick enough
To let me see you,
And keep you
From hearing me.
Liam C Calhoun Jul 2016
Rust my iron fist,
But let the silver
Always coat my tongue;
A wraith and wrath,
To the taste society has left –
Bitter, boiled, blistered,
Corrosive and
Nearly anti-anything
Come the cuffs around
My eyes
And the bullets burrowed
Backs.
Trupoetry Jun 2016
Of course you believe in magic.
What you pull from your hat is far from the tricks of a rabbit.
You've made being aware the least of your bad habits.
There is a light in your eyes.
A fiery summer sky.
One worth wishing upon the stars of your mind.
A galaxy worth marveling at beyond these times.
It takes courage to be strong; thank you for being courageous.
You are the example of what our ancestors wanted for us.
I hope you continue on with the spirit of change & may God see you through!
You're a King; a good thing & we need more like you!
Jesse your message was powerful and well received. Thank you for being you!
gray rain Apr 2016
You died for what you thought was right
in a non violent way
you died without a fight
on the day
you tried to right
the political way
you had to write
a paper to say
the message right
but you were caught
and were executed on one February night
and you never saw the day
when they were wrong and you were right
This is based of of the story of sophie scholl. I thought her story was interesting.
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
a tribute to
Vivian Francesca Jarvis

Allow me please some bragging rights
Of this I will attest
My mom's a brave, accomplished gal
She's one of the Best

Born to be an actress
A director and a coach
She starred in Joan of Arc
I have the right to boast

She's been in countless films
A career of great yield
She played with Sydney Poitier
In Lilies of the Field

She is a character actress
Won many awards
To hear her tell her tales of stage & screen
One is never bored!

Not only an actress
My mom's an activist
League of Women Voters
There is quite a list!

She stood up for the poor man
And during Vietnam
She directed guerilla theater
And was threatened with a bomb!

Someone threw a rock
With a note attached
Saying a Molotov Cocktail
Would go through our window next!

She's had trials and tribulations
Depression. Migraines long
But she always rose above it
The Show Must Go On!

Now she is still acting!
Though West Nile Virus took its share
Of a once sharp memory
And she's in a power chair!

She starred in Mother Courage
And truly this is she
I am grateful for my mom

and proud as proud can be!**


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/6/2016
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

Albeit a bit early. The actual date is
Sunday May 8, 2016
But my mom's been SO good
I descided to celebrate early!

Forgive me for kinda bragging here
but my mother IS an exceptional woman
Talented in SO many ways!

You can look her up on Facebook
Or the internet

I LOVE HER WITH ALL MY HEART!
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