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Both sides opened up the doors to their once-closed countrysides.
the intense light that shined into their once dark eyes
lit up their once grey skies
in result...
such color changes had changed their once heavy and drowning pride
once sinking into the despair of mistrustful quicksands
of each other
through long-range binoculars
The now once close-up and handshaking meeting
through the opening of these once closed doors
was nothing under "Spectacular."
******* from chains of Mind-Limited training from ancestors on how to lead their people
breaking into the freed world
for their wills to explore a freer
and ingenious means in which to advance a more obsolete and dying nation...
the voices of hunger and change had broken open the barrier of light
to those ideas vacating,
A fireworks level celebration.
As to arms leads to death
Hand in hand
Side by side alliance leads to strength and advancement of future
leads
our two  nations
to salvation
Ways to fuse the divided cuts of division like a medical suture.
Now, as we grow to know and to trust one another, both sides can learn
one another's bright cultures
while abandoning other notions
that was ill-founded by ideology and myth
and empower us with much more.
growth and change
prosperity
and even
Unity
New people ruled by a leader that saw the real world through his bare eyes
rather than through the machine
now can equal with us the means
in which to live a united life
Happy and to others in conflict
A better  a way to live
as brothers in the world
Large, happy, and clean.
in track
of attire
that my
grudge require
a witch
so blue
with idol
now witch
with hers
will entitle
our country
was permanent
waves in
Hatboro that
I'll always
gander with
a yarl
a song of america
Sarah Nov 2017
you have taken a strainer
to our melting *** of a nation.
you have divided us with cruel words
and just a sprinkle of hate.
Written 11/16/17
Harry Roberts Jul 2017
Oh how I lost pace

Was a stream, a river, suspended in space, I mixed with the salt and
Drifted through air.

How I lost steam,
Vapours rising higher,
But once I'm there.

I gain form again, belted to earth in a storm,
And then.

Anew, The cycle begins again.
Going to write poetry about different states of water. And going through these states.
WGelles Jul 2017
He's a bully.  He's a goon.
He can't be gone too soon.
A sadistic megalomaniac
he would crush Forrest Gump
like a rotten tree stump
"because Forrest Gump is a loser, a sad pathetic little man
and I am a winner, the people love me, we have
an amazing relationship, just amazing."
If you swallowed all his lies
you will need a stomach pump.
If you believe his nationalist nonsense
you're a chump.
He surrounds himself with nepotistic relations
and wealthy cronies
and listens to them only.
Despite his empty promises
the Rust Belt is not going to
wake up from its slump any time soon.
Military spending (but not your real wages)
will take a huge jump.
The sooner he's dumped
the better off for all
   though a right-wing Christian fundamentalist
       is waiting in the wings
           ready to take his place
  and help the One Percent control the human race.
Zero Nine Mar 2017
When all the water has left
the dry Earth will sing to Sky
Return, please, return!
Both the stone pulling
and the void pulling
like to kiss in the middle
of war. Scorched turns to damp
in the end, providing our
diligence and duty to life.
It's shameful the water goes
now when such destruction
hangs in the near distance.
Diligence may no more undo
the damage, for the time
has gone as well.
....
Buddy T Mar 2017
it's been dark for a while
trapped in my thoughts
can't sleep
is it me
is it her
does she hate me
does she even care

the sun set a while ago
I love sunsets
but I hate the night
is that weird?
I don't hate you
do you hate me?

I haven't seen you for a while
or heard from you
but I know you're alive
I think
I wish you'd respond to my texts

I miss the day
I miss early summer
late spring
days before school ended
last year
when id see you
everyday
and we were closer than ever

I miss the sun
I hate all this rain
I hate all this shade
at least summer is coming
from drought to drowning

it's been almost a year
since we've been to Japan
since we saw gold
since i met you for real

California the best
only thinking of south
I'm north
same old same old
almost like Oregon
almost like Arizona
never like Kansas

they're Oregon
they're Arizona
she's Kansas
we're California
I'm north
you're south

on the ever changing state
an ever changing state
with ever changing weather
whether you like it
like the people
like you
like me

oh,
the sun's up
you never think about nothern california
John Niederbuhl Mar 2017
i waken vaguely
to hear the raindrops
dripping, dripping, dripping
in my somnolence
i understand
what they are saying
i see everything
in a different light
i do not think
i just know
i cannot say
there are no words
just sounds
dripping, dripping, dripping
I drift back to sleep
PaperclipPoems Mar 2017
Welcome home to reality where you lose what you love
This place you call safe, may not be secure enough
~
This land you call free may leave you broken and bare
And just when you think you've made it, you're nowhere near there
~
Welcome home to this place that is fueled by power and greed
Give it your best shot, but you may never succeed
~
Hope for the best but you may shatter your dreams
You may cling to hold it together and still fall apart at the seams
This does not reflect my mood today!
addy henderson Sep 2016
We are the States of Hypocrisy
We are the States of Democracy

Well Outsmart
Well pull the people a part
Well rot their hearts
Because they are a piece of art

They are tacked
They are tracked

But what if they met their pride
the art of the most abstract?
Our only way to counteract
Is to divide
and extract
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