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Timothy hill Mar 2017
Dragun lord warrior of dark blooded soils.

You lead the men to there transcended.

Eager to disslove there reasons.

Despite the bridge was being rased.

Silver tail horses were sent from under volcanos defending.

Musk rats and rabbits stealing corn and wiskey from the moon shiners tavern.

Drink quick, as the door pushed open promptly, who is the of anger and none manners.

It's is me Leo, from cave highs near bentley town.

The grim reaper and his souls repeat there old habits creating Hellish disasters.

Let's prepare the spell of bindment.

Recite with me fellows and say grim reaper hells refuge you have no version here.

Be gone with souls you stealthed and stole for they only where not death and void.

Your promise to give them your powers and fighting abblites.

From whence, the trees where harvested for there hides to make a new script and spell book for ivory tablets and shelves.

Men dressed of red suits medal belts and center a infusion coil sparks of purple source energy where emitting power.
Lord draguns a novel I'll be working with.
Arlene Corwin Feb 2017
The Politician

Has he kept his word?

Kept to promises you heard?

Are you satisfied? Let down?

Waiting to see what comes round?

These choices voiced, unvoiced

From voters of the officers new crowned.



To those who vote by rote or call

To those who vote at all:

Has he or she distorted vows

To overpower and devour:

Double thought through double-think?



Misconstruing and misstating,

Skewed with bias filled with hating.

Stinking skills to sell and buy,

To peddle lies which sink a country –

Even if potentially –



Are the aides, incomes denied,

Who stand to profit on the sly,

Men in masks, men in power

Hidden men, men of the hour,

How will tasks now basked in

At whose call flasks, casks are drunk from:

Will affairs of state be slunk from?



This a call to politician;

Call to listen;

He or she just person

In the end.



The Politician 2.28.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin
I guess this could be filed under 'all times, all cultures'
J M Surgent Feb 2017
I used to love
When you and I
Got too drunk to speak
And watched the stars
From my bathroom sink
In well-lit Boston
Because
Imagination is important
In times like these.
Arcassin B Feb 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

How did I sleep on this?
How did I manage to keep myself in this charade
Any longer then I need to even fathom if I believed you,
It still wouldn't be the same,
Everyone is a victim,
Pushing lies on one another just to see how it
Will impact them,
I've been there,
Done that,
For sure it wasn't an impact,
It was an improvement to see how fake people
React,
Thinking out loud,
Days have became a bit solid and filled with
Magnolias,
Sorry that there's no trace of psychedelia,
Just me and a couple of snacks with a liter root beer
Sitting in the corner of grandma's room,
Flowers keep blooming outside putting roots on
The wall and savoring the roof.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/02/unknown-25.html
Julian Feb 2017
to you, my sweet,
my sunshine --
thank you.
for carrying me through the rough waters,
the rock bottom and my own perilous self --
for holding me with your steady hands
after i stumbled and fell into what felt like a chasm
filled with anxiety and despair
for being resolute,
despite my unwillingness to move --
thank you.

i do not know what i did, or what i have done,
to deserve someone so beautiful and kind.

for all that you did and all that you've done,
i will remember,
for always.
Pax Feb 2017
We've lived to expressed those wonders
we thought and felt,
in the depths of our emotional journey,  
our words sours
in highs and lows.
-
a fine balance
at crucial times
equally stable
in fate and its tales.
-
essence of time
solidify our strength
through choices predicts our
future yet more often
never to the exact extent.
-
our old sheets may fade
and our ink might run dry
we should never
lose ourselves
even the smallest
drop of hope
creates big ripples.

hazem al jaber Dec 2016
My all times...


my sweet angel ...
my special angel ...
whom i dream about always ...
whom i live her ...
with every single second...
whom lives deep ...
between my breathes ...
with every heart's beats ...
even with in every beat ...
i miss the another beat ...
because all my life's beats ...
granted to me from my God ...
only because of you ...
created only for you ...
you are ...
yes you are ...

your heart created for me ...
just to share love with me ...
your lips made for kissing ...
the place of fall to me lips ...
just only to kiss me ...
your breathes granted to you ...
just to give a breathes to me ..
while i'm kissing you ...
to give me a beautiful life ...
only when you are with me ...

sweetheart ...
my sweet morning's whispers ...
my wonderful poetic's evening ...
my all dreams you are ...
and the only hope ...
which i only need ...
beautiful life ...
passionately dreams ...
and a completely love ...
only with you ...
nothing else ...
i seek for ...
only you ...
all of you ...
all my times ...
as you are ...

good morning lady ...

yours,...
hazem al ...
Abimael Dec 2016
Gravity disrupt a star is path
The star wonder in
A lonely and cold cosmos.
The star runs out of gas
And her shine seize with time
Until she meets another star
That push her into a brither start.
I wrote this for a friend. Because her sad aura sad me as well. Get better!
Mo Issa Dec 2016
It was the day before Christmas;
we met at a shopping mall.
Nineteen years since we last saw each other.
He was one of my best friends at college.
Mark and I reminisced about our
past escapades. I tried to talk about the now
and the future, but Mark just kept going
back to our memories.
The time when we were smashed,
and he smashed his brother's
car into a lamppost. The time I dared him
to make a move on the girl, and he made
out with her. The time when he ruled
the college campus.
He was voted as the President.
I tried again to find out what he’d been up to,
his dreams.
He told me how Mrs Houseman, our History teacher,
secretly fancied him.
I stopped asking and let him talk.
I figured that his past was much better than what he had now.
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