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Haylin Jan 2019
The flags interweave in a synchronous pace.
A pattern is formed and dissolves into space.

Kaleidoscope movement and the swish of a sabre.
What flows like dance is a pain and hard labor.

Glitter and make-up fluff and curls for the show.
But there's nothing soft about the rifles they throw.

The best part of the guard is not seen by the eye.
It's teamwork and sharing and daring to try.

When the show's over and the props put away.
There's always more practice and some time to play.

So just when you think the guard is all done.
Somewhere in a gym, they're still having fun.
Haylin Jan 2019
I pledge allegiance
To my guard flag
In the band room at (your school's name) in America
And to the pole
For which it's on
One show flag
That costs a lot
Hopefully indestructible
And that it will move smoothly and surely for me
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
my walls are not built
for the same reasons
as yours.
they were built to protect
myself from my own head

•|||°
He told me:

“Give me your heart, and I’ll give you the world”

I said:

“But the world isn’t yours to to take”
They often promise everything but give you nothing.
K Balachandran Dec 2018
Lost bearing, a bird,
Slams against window pane;
Nature’s guards forced down?
Arcassin B Oct 2018
by Arcassin Burnham

Sorry if I'm a little hard spoken on this poem,
But the ******* that i put up with for so many years got me
Clinching my fists and releasing my hate on the tree in the
Backyard where all the weights are, no point to recharge,
No point To be on guard,
**** this life and the people that tried to end mine,
Picking on my mental illness,
I can see the end around the corner.
Is it a crime to want to live in peace, no there no peace nowhere,
They say God doesn't put you through something you can not beat,
And while I'm torn between the fake and reality , I can not be.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/torn.html
Arcassin B Sep 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Respect others the way you want to be,
If everyone were like you, there would be
an assessment full of happiness through
the planet bringing in a new and a better
array of paths to all,
African American mothers that don't
understand their son always regret it later on,
The life expectancy of a black man to any
other could be limited by any given time,

But it could have been worse,
I'm putting don't my guard now.
I'm at peace with me , but what about you?
I'm in touch the spirit in the sky now.
They don't lie when they say life is a game,
Literally.
I will always rise above all , and love myself
spiritually...

buy a big glass house and live,
on the beach,
learn in here than what your,
body could teach.
I could be the only living person in this
ghost town to ever give a **** about
what goes on with the wickedness,
I could be someone that is homeless
living on the **** street and end up at
the wrong place along with weakness,

But it could have been worse,
I'm putting don't my guard now.
I'm at peace with me , but what about you?
I'm in touch the spirit in the sky now.
They don't lie when they say life is a game,
Literally.
I will always rise above all , and love myself
spiritually..
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/09/tired-of-injustice.html
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
In the end it does not matter
Everyone leaves, despite promises once spoken
Time has cruel sense of humor
Makes the strongest heart broken.

The easiest thing you can do to guard
Heart is give up on "forever"
Accept whoever your soul embraces
That tie will eventually fray and sever.
Feeling wise today
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