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Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
this is what comes next,
we have learned
to wait for
this. Dr. Joe Dispenza
someguy Oct 2018
You rip what you sour, the society says
While ripping off of you whatever you have,
They tell to never stop believing in good
While making all bad things look like as it should.

Deceiving, robbing and killing everything in you –
They say, “it’s a law, obey or we’ll make you”.

No freedom is left in this world of power abuse,
Where rotten people rule, and prodigies are being refused
When the moon was coming

I saw the wolf passing

Through the grain slipping

I am in my control staying

I said to myself whispering

Why does this creature like the wolf came?

What is the wolf doing?

Answer me my beautiful kids

I wait and still thinking

Till the wolf came creeping

The ****'s eyes were opening

The wolf came guessing

That he was almost disappearing

He was till slipping

Then he stood looking

The **** was then standing

He lowered the jar watering

The wolf was completely wetting

He ran with fearing

The **** disappeared at a moment

The wolf looked and gazing

The universe was all dark and silent

He dried himself and returned

The **** shouted at all guards

"Thief" there is thief stealing

They came all running

They were surrounding and hunting

Soon his clothes were tearing

He returned with deep feeling

That he can't came and robbing

He said "I was deceiving"

The **** was waking
the guard must open his eyes and get awake through his job
due to a lack of talent
in the writing sphere
a plagiarist will see fit
to pinch other poet's gear

brilliance not present
on the nib of the pen
hence a copyist will purloin
every now and then

a rich source of poetry
is tapped into online
as if robbing the golden nuggets
from a Colorado mine

their coda reads like
this let's nick a stanza
stowing the best *****
for a thieving bonanza

without any conscience
the reproducer does steal
making much of other's works
which are so ideal
darktowers Apr 2016
Iv been buried alive
Yet I have open sky's

The ground under
Is my light above

Still beating heart
Blood flowing
Heart racing

Dirt digging
Grave robbing
What have I done
I need help with title for this poem

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