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George Krokos May 2015
Unless otherwise stated I am against the wind
and it seems on this view may have to rescind.
For when a strong wind blows without any apparent reason
it makes everything unkempt in spite of the current season.
Although by its very nature this is what it’s supposed to do
much like an idiotic mindless person who is harassing you.

There have been many times while sweeping the back yard
when an idiot wind would blow and all of my pile discard;
that I had neatly swept up and left somewhere to collect later
together with what was in the dustpan held in my hand to cater.
And so I would have to start all over again in an air of defiance
with a few words used as expletives to express my annoyance.

We are reminded of that old song called ‘blowing in the wind’ here
but the answer my friend is to outsmart the beast and not lose cheer.
There’s also a saying of some cold comfort in ‘the winds of change’
that could be a sign of things to come which may seem to be strange.
Sometimes it’s difficult to see what’s in front or lying just ahead of you
but one thing is certain we should all take care and not avoid the view.

The storms of nature we hear about such as hurricanes and tornadoes
are the result of strong forces within the environment mankind sows
which are being manipulated by it in its relentless progress forward
and are an indication of what we are all heading inevitably toward.
The more we plunder nature and deplete its non renewable resources
it seems nature reacts in such a way to remind us of its own courses.
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The poem is self explanatory. Written in 2013.
Makenzie Marie Nov 2014
Truth is
I never really
stopped falling
Or fell up
Or anything.
I just accepted the situation,
I just tried to move on.
But yeah.
I meant it when I said I love you.
Maybe I mean it differently
when the words escape my lips
now.
But that real meaning is
Still. There.
But I'm working on that.
So please
stop making it harder.
Or somehow
Just make all of this easier
I don't know.
Styles Aug 2014
Beautiful - is her.
Can't explain, or compare; her beauty.
These words, this world lacks.
For her,
my passion,
Burns fire.
With desire,
My heart attacks.
As our opposites,
will attract.
Just in time
Too react;
Two eyes,
Making contact.
Bright-eyes,
Meet their match
Love at first sight,
I just sigh,
as I imagine that.

— The End —