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Floo Dec 2018
I open the front door to a blizzard;
Welcome - bone aching air- into my (now your) warm home!
You've expelled the warmth.
I had spent so long accumulating that.

The chill came in
Slight as a spider's silk
Effortlessly tieing down my limbs
Pneumonia induced coma
Ground bound fly
That is I
We're going nowhere

Strength withers and erodes,
Like long forgotten cobwebs beneath porcelain bathtubs and I know you take showers but the point still stands
I'm rendered useless below the surface
But abandoned in whole

I'm faucets rusted shut,
Realeasing but a useless slither of
Thick brick
Orange
Sedimented liquid
Your negligence made using me a disappointment
But we've been in this house forever
And all our broken faucets are staying here.

Your breathless whisper was a hurricane,
And my door would tear from the hinges before I could try to run from
the damage that I foresaw

A conscious paralysis,
Being only somewhat entirely aware
Of your needfulness
And my helplessness
And our restlessness
In all that we could never control

"Come in," I say
"I'm sorry" you reply
As you enter
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
PRESIDENT TRUMP IS NOW ACCUSING
OBAMA OF A LISTENING EAR
PRESIDENT TRUMP SAYS OBAMA
WAS GETTING JUST  TO NEAR


WHEN TRUMP WAS IN TRUMP TOWER
THE GREAT TOWER OF POWER
OBAMA ALLEGEDLY TAPPED  THE PHONES
IN THE GREAT TOWER OF POWER


IT IS NOW TRUMP GATE
AND NOT REALLY WATER GATE
LETS WAIT FOR PRESIDENT TRUMP
BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE
PRESIDENT TRUMP NOW SAYS THAT THE OBAMA ADMINISTRATION HAD PHONE TAPS IN TRUMP TOWER BEFORE THE ELECTION.
RW Dennen Jul 2015
Bugle call in cadence be
spread your deep sincerity

Reverberate its call
within our minds
of good deeds done
for better times

Heroes of every walk of life
remembered by bugle sounds
into vesper night
It's sounding love of mankind
and sacrifice
About everyday people
like you and me
About brass sounds that triumph liberty
It's sounding our land, not laid bare,
by the right to speak
It's sounding about lives laid down
that freedoms seek
And through that bugle call we see
in taps that sound great dignity

We must fight
not to relinquish
our hard earned truth
in bugle calls of our youth

Now i lay my bugle
down to sleep
And still i hear that
sound
that haunting sound
forever be
that ushers forth
our dignity
Hang strong "We the People" have the masses. This poem was meant for
people like Martin Luther King who gave forth positive contributions and died
in helping mostly the middle class and poor; have a good 4th.

— The End —