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Juan Minaaaaaa Mar 2015
from the balcony view,
I see my youth.
half thrown to dust,
and half of recovery.
I see the rich among
the solitude,
and the dirt on
young feet.
I see smiles of ignorance,
young ignorance to
fade with age.
and the white collars
comporting in peace,
completely aware of the tilted
lives held.
the big to eat
their derelicts,
and the small with
intense perceptive.
from this balcony view,
I see our traffic,
going absolutely nowhere.
I am no poet, yet I write poems.
I am no writer, yet I write stories.
I am no hippy, yet I believe in world peace.
I am no politician, yet I have my opinions.
I am no god, yet I create.
Matt Feb 2015
A corrupt politician
An immoral man
He comes to my door

I researched his record
He was charged with grand theft, recording false documents
And forgery in 2014
The fraudulently obtained loans exceeding two million dollars

He states that, "His case stands as testimony that anyone
can be arrested if you are a minority and won't cave into authority."

Politicians will smile and grin
And shake your hand

It is important to learn about their past
I will certainly not vote for a man
Who has a suspect moral character
era Feb 2015
I am dreaming of becoming the person I want to be...

I want to become a photographer.
The one that could capture every moment,
so that later will be remembered.

I want to become a painter.
The one that can make an art through hues,
that can make people's life more colourful.

I want to become a chef.
The one that can cook all kinds of dishes,
that can make our lives more flavourful.

I want to become a scientist.
The one that can invent new things,
so that people will recognize me.

I want to become a politician.
The one that could serve the public,
to stop the poverty.

But I can't become all of these..
No matter how high I would dream..
The real me will have to be just *me
(02-25-15)
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
Thick skin, big body and sharp teeth, they slay
These greedy animals hunt for their prey

Their goal is to get all what they want
In the darkness of the night they usually hunt

Crocodiles and snakes, they attack like storms
How big are those reptiles as compared to the worms?

Now modern predators are in tuxedo’s and suits
With shiny eyeglasses or well-polished boots

These greedy creatures scattered in this world
They always make the biggest stories ever told…
Epigram

Epigrams are satirical poems ending with either a humorous retort or a stinging punch line.

Used mainly as expressions of social criticism or political satire, the most common forms are written as a couplet: a pair of rhymed lines in the same meter.

Practitioners of this poetic expression include John Dunne, Ben Jonson, William Blake and Robert Frost.

Credits to: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/epigram.html

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