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AE Mar 2018
As long as I live
This message I give
To the people from birth
On this war-stricken Earth
Someday it will all cease
When finally there is peace.

It isn’t much to ask
Drink it deeply from a flask
Let it be all that you know
Keep it with you when you grow
It’ll come as a surprising caprice
That golden blooming era of peace.

You won’t get it from the boss
War; what a tragic loss
In the hearts that hate, but it is never too late.
To those that are willing to change
This world of which we’ll be sure to rearrange
You won’t get it from the coppers and brutal police
I speak of nothing else but that golden word, “peace”.
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Oak and pine
Trailmix
Staff

Electric lights
Harsh sounds
Blue

Crystal gaze
Wax figurines
Limp with a twist

Metal and plastic
Compose a score
Mozart baking tragedy

Red begets the black
Summer fun
It wouldn’t matter
should you not have any,
for the Canadian police force
has four legs too many.
Galloping in fields,
but in alleyways long,
the arm of the law
Has no legs to stand on.
refresh mesh Feb 2018
Kiss The Officer

Good luck. Duty calls
for which she is paid
in lone righteousness,

I'm afraid. Patrol
clean towns with sidewalks
Not To Be Slept On

while more sweet piglets
snort through the mundane,
saving for Swine Week.

North High wrestler:
baby molester.
All those wasted prayers.

Courage emerges
among the new ash
of my burning brain.
to late
cops are
taking
your
emotions
to
jail
stop me here
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ARI Jan 2018
My dad wears a uniform,
A badge and a gun.
He says goodbye to my mom
Who prays he’ll see tomorrow’s sun.

She’s gone to bed so many nights
Without him by her side.
The empty bed come morning
Makes her fear opening her eyes.

I was but seven years old
The first time I truly realized
The bad choices people make
Are the reason daddy’s friends have died.

I hate listening to the radio
And watching any news
For when disaster strikes
Policemen always lose.

They lose time with their husbands.
They lose time with their wives.
They lose time with their children.
They too often lose their lives.

Every choice you’ll ever make
Will impact someone’s day
Please don’t let tonight’s actions
Rip someone’s tomorrow away.

-ARI
A quiet murmur
A gentle breeze
A person weaves through a crowd
With grace and ease

A silent breath
A sinister shuffle
A person follows behind
With intent to start a scuffle

A whispered word
A silent exclamation
A person watches
With awed fascination

A silent fight
A will of iron
A person loses focus
With the wail of a siren

A sudden scramble
A runaway
A person locks the door
With life for another day

A sigh of relief
A pounding heart
A person who has no defense
With resolution to start

A gentle breeze
A quiet whimper
A person dreams
With a voice like a whisper
For those who have voices in their heads that whisper and shout all at once
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