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freedom doesn't lie
in the collectives cages,
but stands with the choices
individuals make,
to avoid being caught in them.
mel Nov 2017
(You)
are allowed
to (take) up room
just like all of the flowers
do as they (bloom) you shine
just like the moon
You are
a
wish
(from) so afar
a hope that’s floating
in (each) jar that makes its
way (down) many seas;
You’re every hot
(day)’s helpful
breeze
so
(if)
(You)
(forget) all You
are recall that (You)
are made of stars and how
sometimes they can’t (shine)
bright, not (with) our man-made
city (Light)s; Your view of Love
may feel so dark (at)
(times) but all
will heal
yes all
is
fine
so
(please)
know that
You're not alone with
cells in You that (call) you
home and every human feels
You too; You are not just (on)e single
"You" no, You are a part of (the)
(collective) - nothing in
(You) is defective
all You
(feel)
is
just
subjective
try (Your) best to be
selective in your everyday
perspective untold (power)
rests in You ~ the earth
shifts (from) each of
(Your) grooves
& when You
(cry) it
sings
a
tune; a
song (of)
(Love) that fills
each room and if
(You) can’t sing right
on key please (do) not
take it personally, this
does not (matter) to the
trees (You) grant their
hopeful Wish to
(breathe); the
ocean’s
roar
will set
You free
(and) i will join You
hastefully (i)n this new plea
as it is (hear)d from every
sea (you)r wounds
scar perfect;
s o o n
you'll
see
You take bloom on each down day. if You forget you shine with light at times, please call on the collective You. feel Your power from Your cry of Love. YOU DO MATTER. You breathe and i feel You.
birds of the same disposition*
all gathering in a collective band
one feather is their rendition

they'll always be of this strand
never deviating at anytime
all gathering in a collective band

everyone of them an akin dime
minted by the exacting coin press
never deviating at anytime

they're keeping a single address
companions of an only kind  
minted by the exacting coin press

none are really hard to find
assembling neath a unified wing
companions of an only kind

can you hear the old adage sing
assembling neath a unified wing
birds of the same disposition
*one feather is their rendition
Sparrow Junk Jun 2017
This stagnant pond refuses to change
It won't even acknowledge the rain
Painting itself as full of lush life
Whilst ignoring the constant strife

"I am my own system" it cries
"I won't care when the river dries"
Forgetting, of course, it's own role
In making the water continually flow

In this age of inflated identity
It's lost the collective amenity
Standing alone amongst the crowd
Singular voices don't ring so loud

This stagnant pond refuses to accept
That the way it acts is incorrect
"It's not me it's them" it blames
Losing the help that it shames

One day this pond will dry up
Leaving little left in the muck
Whereas other ponds form a lake
Giving for the collective's sake
This one was inspired after listening to an Adam Curtis interview where he talked about individualism versus collectivism which made for an interesting discussion
Denel Kessler Feb 2017
fallow winter does not bring
peace to the restless soul
finger-licked, waiting
on subtle winds shifting
for the tropical taste
of exotic droplets of rain
a salt-stained remembrance
in this time of dreaming

red-light ladies hatch
in raftered minds
a mass awakening
beneath hardened shell
freedom awaits wings
a collective opening
an essential
transformation
GaryFairy Oct 2016
when no objective is best for our protection
protecting ourselves would be the best direction
directing ourselves toward a progressive connection
connecting our minds to make a collective correction

correcting the obsessions that infect our perception
perceiving ourselves as the essence of conception
conceiving a brand new perspective of reception
receiving the blessing that we call perfection
In a Quantum Loop poem, the last line of each stanza must be used as a different form of the word, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme, or nearly rhyme. Rhyme scheme can be any way you want it though. In a double quantum loop poem, the first word in lines 2, 3, and 4 must rhyme.
Julie Grenness Mar 2016
I prayed to God in the silent house,
In the quiet stillness, in came a mouse,
Yes, in scuttled Horatio the Mouse,
Sardonic God has sent me a mouse,
So, a little fur friend,
God's blessings don't end,
This mouse is way too hyperactive,
I ask, does it come from a mouse collective?
Is Horatio pregnant? think twice.
Shall I be plagued by furry mice?
I bought poison and mousetraps, too bad,
Is the mouse collective about to be sad?
Thus spake God, in the silent dark house,
"I shall send you a fur friend mouse?"
The real world,  in came the mouse. Feedback welcome.
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