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Colm Jan 2020
No smile is wide
Enough to pass through the air
As quickly as yours
(:
Ken Pepiton Nov 2019
Inter change able duet, imaginary song on imaginary
waves of old AM

Rain and country women
Mmmm there musta been a plan

there
I swear what rain does to country women
Had to have been planned
by a God lovin' country mind

Mmmm yeah musta been a plan
there

Rain and country women
Rain and country women
Rain and country women
Mmmm yeah musta been a plan
there
I swear what rain does to country women
Had to have been planned
by a God lovin' country mind
Slow, deep old
Grandpa voice, early in the mornin' song,
as the coffee comes t' life in the kitchen,
drip-rythmic, life-goes-on song

this next ok hummin and strummin the bax ok
harmonic soft

This song could go on and on since
it has
you know

Grandpa listened, sittin' on the porch
to the rhythm of the falling rain recalling
the chorus and the break

And Gramma told
my pretty city born bride about
MMM Hmmm right, that rainy night...

there
I swear what rain does to country women
Had to have been planned
by a God lovin' country man.

Grandpa looked at grandma,
and she winked.
Long ago memories of open mics on Broadway, all those first sung songs sung to girls they left behind. Nashville Broadway, a bit darker than the Gotham one.
A Simillacrum Jan 2019
Often, I think back.
Grip on the childhood
uncurls, slowly.
If the muscles don't fail,
bones will break. Oh,
Did you ever get
over your neglect?
Comes and goes,
Bexis, comes and goes.
Too high an expectation,
receive your input
and your feedback.
Grip on my childhood
memories loosens,
sudden. In your descent,
you grow terminal.
Your heart beats so hard
it might rip through
your ribs to fly upward,
back to the summit.
All your love, it is not lost, I
lap you up, still.
Is this separation unreal?
I can never figure out if
I'm naive or cynical,
if I'm worthy or worthless.
How did you feel,
when with me?
How did I feel,
when with you?
If the muscles don't fail,
bones will break.
If we play with what's at stake,
will we ever learn and grow?
And if so, is it worth this grinning ghost?
We'll make it,
either way.
Emma Nov 2018
Mocking bird do not
go to the grinning sun and
tell him my secret
I guess this haiku is about someone with a secret, another person who's a snitch, and a person who's a leader that doesn't take kindly to deep secrets and makes those lower than him go against each other
Grinning plastic face,
The parts of puppets
Used for the sole
Purpose of propaganda.
Papa's only way to
Put a smile on his
Spoiled daughter's face.

The world's toys
Are played with,
Figure heads debate.
Religious fanatics
Can scare you into
Thinking you're going to
Burn for an eternity,
Oh well then.
The Godhead
Condemns Lucifer.

Psychiatrist,
Am I psychlogically well?
Please tell me
Whether or not
My results indicate
That I need to be
Dependent upon
Your medication.

Originally written 1/21/11
Revised 10/21/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
snow queen Jul 2014
downhill slopes and uphill climbs
shaggy hair flying down
                         exhausted breaths
                grinning mouths
tired limbs
                            shivering skin
comforted hearts
green eyes
two ways to see this. im curious how people see it..
Aditya Shankar Jun 2014
13
When your eyes fall asleep
When your mind goes down a winding street
When you feel yourself falling free
When you're stuck somewhere in between
When you collapse onto an open field
When the ground pulls away from beneath your feet
When its time to accept defeat
When you're shivering scared between the sheets
When your paranoia hides behind grinning teeth
When the sweat drips down your neck in beads
When you realize time has begun to freeze
You whisper a silent prayer
When you reach line 13.
Some experimental stuff.

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