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KG Sep 21
He was not of this realm, but came anyway
Traveler of old and new, now here to stay
A wanderer, a peasant, a lullaby, a play
A ploy to garner good will and trade

He tricks the eyes of pompous fools
Who think themselves above the rules
He charms their coffers and pools
of gold to gaia's rightful purse

His hoard was never spoken of
His tricks were never found
And those he wished to tie lose ends
found dead and drowned.

He will make his way to you
Whether pompous or discreet
And should you be a proper fool
You'll gain his favorable treat
SomeOneElse Nov 7
Racism and bigotry
In this divisive country
Black men being killed by cops
Tear gas for a photo op
Recession, race wars QAnon
As the pandemic rages on
Kids ripped from their families
Unwanted hysterectomies
Double standards in the senate
Greed and power their new tenet
Ignoring laws when they see fit
Nothing but hyGOPocrites
How can so many be so wrong
Falling for the pumpkin's con
Political poem I wrote on election day
not even, your doubting Jill-from-the-hill voice,
asking, are you sure? really confident?

you desire me
to seize up,
cease the finger pointing
and begin the fingernails
scratching glass, agonizing

what I propose,
why I came here,
to defend and protect

women

demands I, we,
answer to no one.

especially
the little voices implanted

to erode our con-fidence.

indeed, they are the con.
neth jones May 26
the sand beneath time :
a scape of copping hopefuls
vandals feigning as Mages
talking up the coffers
and offering angry solutions
Keep your lips closed tight
I know what happens,
When you open your mouth
Spitting bent words,
Crooked like a boomerang
And one day,
Your words will return to you
Sydney Sep 2019
He
he is beautiful
he is bad
he's my crucible
he is sad
he makes me happy
but now he's gone
why'd he leave
it was all a con
Karijinbba Jul 2019
In open ended words
tis open ended world
but silent scaled eyed inaction  
nor writ response may prove futile on time sensitive stride
we fail, we fall we
splatter apart
and alone succumb
so say it sing it and write it
be thy thankful for poetry
teaching those asleep to wake up
to speak with action then
strike
the brightest star
at dart to bull's eye
an essay writ conquering
far and wide
it changes mind then ignites
All Hearts Alike
aiming ever high
changing the world
stride by stride
~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved
Experincing defeat makes a
poet and poetess
open ended wise
to travel far
Donna Jun 2019
Cool summer breeze blows
through bed and breakfasts window
Air con at its best

❤️
Me and my husband and family went to our friends 60th b-day party yesterday and we stayed in a most lovely bed and breakfast  :) the weather was over 31degrees it was mega hot but thankfully leaving a window ajar we had a lovely breeze cooling down the rooms **
jake aller Jan 2019
Fake Things


We live in a world
Of fake things


Fake Products
Fake News
Fake Calls
Fake Politics
Fake Sports
Fake Business
Fake Leaders
Fake People
Fake friends
Fake sincerity


Surrounded 24/7
By all the fake things
How can anything real exist?

Is it all nothing but fake things
Designed to deceive us all?
note:  will be published in Foliate Oak Review.  I just updated my blog, the world according to cosmos with a lot of fresh content.  Go to https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com to check it out
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