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Thomas Steyer Jul 11
Das Leben ist schön, aber auch schwer,
für manche zu kurz, für andere nicht fair.

Wenn es anders kommt als man denkt,
da ist der eine schon mal gekränkt.

Der andre sieht es mit Begeisterung,
so hat das Leben für ihn noch Schwung.

Aber wenn ein Virus die ganze Welt befällt
und alles zerschellt - das geht ins Geld.

Dann ist auch unser Wohlstand schon bedroht,
und die Lebensqualität gerät in Not.

Regierungen versuchen, uns zu schützen,
auch mit Finanzspritzen zu unterstützen,

aber die Spritzen in den Oberarm
sehen Leugner mit größtem Alarm.

Nun dachte man, die Welt hat sich vereint
und kämpft gegen den gemeinsamen Feind,

doch gibt es Leute mit denen kann man nicht reden,
sie können alles stets anders belegen.

Sie meinen, auf die da oben kann man nicht zählen,
deren Plan sei, ihnen die Freiheiten zu stehlen.

Dieses Misstrauen könnte uns leicht zerspalten,
dann wäre ein Bürgerkrieg kaum aufzuhalten.

Wie könnten Leugner ihre Angst verlieren,
damit sie endlich neues Vertrauen riskieren?

Wir sollten gute Beispiele setzen,
uns kümmern um den ersten und den letzten.

So entsteht ein guter Gemeinschaftssinn
für alle Ausgegrenzten ein Gewinn.

Ein respektvoller Umgang miteinander, der oft fehlt,
ist was zählt, so sehr zählt, zählt und zählt und zählt.
My Dear Poet Aug 27
I get it
We get it
We’re good
Rob Aug 22
Statuesque, cocooned in a living-goat of many colours,
Fastened by multi-hued cloven hooves,
‘Approach without fear, do not listen to rumours’
‘I am learned in lore and wisdom, a parting gift from the Elves’

I nervously approach, what shall I call you?
‘Name? so many, but call me Mother Earth’
‘I am the embodiment of all that is pure and true’
‘The virtue of flora and faunae from their living-birth’

You knew Elves! I am full of envy and wonder!
‘Yes, for many years, hundreds by your measure’
I once thought I caught a glimpse, made me shudder!
‘Do not try too hard! their spell is dangerous treasure’

Surely not! they are renowned for their kindness,
‘No! the danger lies in your malign-heart’
All I want is a quick peek, I have faith in their goodness,
‘Very well, come back tomorrow, go it is getting dark’

Sunrise beckons, into the woods I eagerly creep,
‘Do your parents know you are here?’
No! they have eyes only for my baby brother! makes me weep!
‘Step into the light, and see what will appear’

Imagine my surprise, before me my sobbing parents,
‘They are distraught, thinking you have been spirited away’
But, I haven’t! I only desire a few moments,
‘Even a brief visit will condemn you to be forever lost and astray’

‘What you see is their perpetual abjection’
‘Your jealousy is corrosive and spells mortal danger’
‘There is a hard choice, Elves and no way back, or their salvation’
‘You forget the intense glow of their love around your manger’

© Rob perspiring-poet
Zoe Mae Aug 15
All around your blueberry porsche
I saw a bunch of people
And oh, the fun you were having of course
****! What a weasel
Karijinbba Aug 2
🦋On HP since 2017.🦋
Been writing and
reading heavy on love betrayal
patience honesty trust truth.
I found so many treasures
So many dark secrets revealed
I found the exits fast enough.
Sooner or later most poets
most true lovers do.
The feeling is bittersweet
Love letters attest remain
their perenial truth love.
Some can run but can't hide
forever from themselves.
We all know who we are
How some pretend to be
Unwell to Exit the
easy runners lane,
no matter whose heart,
the game players strike.
I exit NOT love, nor free speech.
My banner is truth
I hide nothing my heart is pure.
Judge me by the contents
🦋 of my character like I do.❤️
🦋By Karijinbba🦋
I did EXIT TWICE IN YOUTH TO escape malignant covert narcissinst who trashed me a lifetime because I survived his human predatorial violence. I NEVER re marry fearing betrayal but I did love again.
Zack Ripley Jul 25
Chances are I'm not the man I think I am. Chances are I'm not the man
I make myself out to be.
Chances are I'm somewhere in between.
Chances are it's the same for you too.
Now, whether that's a good thing or bad thing, that's up to you.
But whatever the answer, Chances are,
you're amazing just the way you are
Why so much violence
Why can't we find peace
Why are you protesting
causing so much destruction
is that really better ?
Breaking windows
spraying hate upon
these walls
Your destroying
people's lives
your turning our
city into a ugly ****** up
How does that get your message across ?
Grow the **** up
and look up protesting
see it's meaning are you reading the meaning ?
It's about using your voice and standing up
Your all acting like brats
hurting others
acting like bullies
that's not protesting
your not getting attention
Your getting us *******
I hope you get to feel the
damage your causing
You belong in a cell
Where you can't destroy
and steal and throw
temper tantrums
Where you can't spread
your ugliness
and we can find peace
and find our way ahead
It has to stop
your not proving anything
I know you must be stopped
it has to end
it's no longer about
race or hate
It's about adults who are
acting like children
You need to learn
the meaning
of protesting
You need to build others
up and help people see
there is a way forward
So stop just stop
We can handle this
You need to be taught
a lesson and karma
will handle you soon
I just hope sooner
not later
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
The wise have no place or value in an expendable workforce .

Our rulers have always had two mouths and one ear!
Just do as you're told and stop talking!
Bow in respect
Bow in love
Any extent
Any degree
Simple nature
Not a weakness
An impressioned life
Refined and improved
Pernicious elements
All removed
To some it's natural
To some a natural corollary
Of life experience
Simple nature
Not a weakness
A sacrament
A secondment
For earthly performance
Of highest order
Of highest observance
Simple nature
Not a weakness
Bow in respect
Bow in love
Any extent
Any degree
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