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Francis Nov 2023
Four years of insanity came and went,
Searching for a place to rest our heads,
Living through a nightmare that we couldn’t wake up from,
Finally achieving our biggest dream,
We’ve found a home.

You have to give credit,
where credit is due.
The little things mean the most,
In such a big world,
A mean world,
And now the world feels like ours,
Because we have a place to lay our hats.
Moving tomorrow. Can’t wait to start anew.
Charred remains, of jungle burned:
Fire steeped, laotian leaves.
Who we lost, in what we earned;
For the love of ******,
Of sweet release.

Korean craters, Mexican invaders, &
The Boxer rebellion.
The sinking of Maine, the panamanian strait;
Meuse–Argonne, inherent freedom

Is there a place, for the peaceable to congregate?
Versailles, Geneva, Nuremberg, Tokyo.
What point to rules are made,
When no one follows them.
Bagram, Mai Lai, Tiananmen, the Chechen genocide

Is it merely in our nature;
To fight, and argue, divide?
We can conquer, but can we conquer
The lust that is
The love of tribe
Take the chance they don't today
May be risky who's to say
The stars above

Blindly stepping off the cliff
Move too quick while they're all stiff
Fool for love

Look around as they despise
Mocking stares at the one who cries
Away you shove

Take a lesson from the fool
The hero others cannot rule
Fly like a dove

-AJT
louella Dec 2022
seized—
deceased people around me
see the anxiety that
towers over me
like a dictator hungry
for tyranny

frightened—
held by the nightmares
that heighten my senses
tighten my vessels
take into account
my unenlightened downfall

conquered—
off my rocker
stabbed with blades,
they knocked her
out and she cried
but not ta’
worry, she’s
bonkers;
shocker

captured—
years since i’ve felt rapture
left my optimism
in a time capsule
fractured my bones
discarded them in a chapter
book
lost my laughter
caught in disaster

just when i assume the worst has passed,
the peril continues
strong and decided
seizing me,
frightening me,
conquering me,
capturing me
disappointment

12/21/22
among the skyscrapers my mind wander
how narrow my sight was
to only surmise what one might feel
realizing there are more to conquer
so i take a step back
revisiting another possible tracks i could take
a quest is a kingdom
a quest is a king’s kingdom
a kingdom conquer a kingdom
a kingdom conquer a quest of kingdom
victory is a kingdom’s victory
victory conquer victory
conquer, conquer  a king’s victory

victory conquer victory to its kingdom
victory is victorious of a victory
victory is victorious of a king
a quest is victorious of a quest
a quest is victorious of a victory
victorious is victorious of a victory
to conquer is to conquer victoriously

to conquer is to conquer a quest victoriously
a quest is victoriously a quest
a quest is victoriously a victory
victoriously is victoriously a victory
a king is victoriously a king
a king is to conquer victoriously
conquer is conquering victoriously
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about time is on a king’s side victoriously. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2021
Novel experience,
from a story's POV, see,
we are all the actors acting out us,
we think, we are our narrative.

Then we think, this is not a new idea.
If I had the Oprah habit,
I might exude an Aha,
right,
then we think, this we who speaks
is it a he or a she?

Nationally or locally,
resident habitués, common sensed, conserved
for future use,
just in case the worst we all may imagine,
happens
as we all know it may,
if we agree
to prepare for the worst,

and see who gets there first.
Ludicrous deluder, play the role, or watch the drama unfold reality,
before you act very sure you know what real is always meaning
Benzene May 2021
She opened her eyes and looked at the sky;
The sun was on the high, the heart throbbed to fly.
But the society pulled her back;
Making her realize there's something she lacks.

All the time lonely and sad
To call someone her own- nobody she had
you can see pain in her eye;
all her smiles are lie.

She has a heart of gold
But she was emotionless and cold
Pitying her own situation
Day by day getting into depression

Never did they understand;
Nor did they lend a helping hand.
She still stood bold;
Hiding the pain in multiple fold...

For the first time for a while she smile
It was like she got the Heaven,
her agony has lessen.

cause she prefer battle with depression and pain  
instead of suffer with them;
Because, she is  a person with a heart of a gem...
Do not suffer from depression, fight it and overcome it. I think the most beautiful heart goes through depression once in its life. you can conquer depression and motivate others to do the same .
Don't forget to drink enough water .
You can decide. You can create
You are the weaver of spirit
You conquer over whim and fate
Embrace creation - don’t fear it

You are the reason earth is here
Rejoice in your will and power
Share this message for all to hear
And remind yourself every hour

You are the actor of your “play”
So play up an excellent part
Rise up with hope this very day
Each creation a brand new start
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More of your life is in YOUR power than you ever dreamed.  If we aren't consciously creating, then we resort to habit and expectations to form our life.

This poem is about YOU and the ability to shape your life.  Play up an excellent part!
Eli Jan 2021
Trapped

in an
atmosphere

of

My Own
Making.

Conquer

My Self.

This is
My life.

My Soul.

For the
taking
I need to assert myself to myself.
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