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Nothing fancy
Just little stuff.
Using our real voices
Not the shallow mockery
To sing in the car.
Confessing our crushes
Honestly and gleefully
Dreaming and scheming.
Shoving our cold feet
Under each others' warm butts
With ice cream and SNL.
Nobody's perfect
(Least of all us)
But we certainly have our moments.
10/29 Inktober prompt: United
No edits allowed.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
With the love of the people,
comes the strength of
a nation.
Based on an clip of a childhood show of mine
Emm Sep 2017
In between all these blur
and even though I was never sure
I would
try
and give my heart to you
no pressure
but you'll hold
my
future
I'll let you...
--no, you won't be another failure
no, I promise, you'wont...
so, let's fly
let's unite our hands and start anew
"yes, I do"
love you
MARK RIORDAN Sep 2017
PRESIDENT TRUMP AT THE UNITED NATIONS
IT NEEDS AN OVER HAUL
OK DONALD LETS HAVE A TWEET
BEFORE THERE IS AN IN HOUSE BRAWL



NORTH KOREA IS THE TOPIC
THEY WILL HAVE AN INTENSE CHAT
IF NORTH KOREA FIRES ANOTHER MISSILE
I THINK THAT IS THAT



WE HOPE THE SANCTIONS WILL
BRING NORTH KOREA TO ITS KNEES
IF IT DOSEN'T WHAT WILL TRUMP DO
DROP THE BOMBS WITH EASE


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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Stand united, fall divided.
Arise to show you
can stand alone.
There are some things that we can only do alone. There's no shame in that. When the going gets tough, prove that you have the strength to stand alone
I narrowly a butch
and really this turn with my inhibitions
always ascertain it will seldom anguish too
as I rely on my hip
if my times there are a pie with a loaf

though many times a vehicle
as it may succumb to a butch
that still has cheer in Belfast
while I take a public cab home.
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.
Do you hear the music?
Does it give you ease?
Hold my hands and lean far back
Look up into the trees.
The answers there
That no one sees,
Imaginings to anyone who believes.
That magic
Can’t be deceived,
Open arms to be relieved.
Move with me
And be believed,
Cherished, loved
And well received.
Just dancing with the trees.

Sunlight flickering through a canopy of incandescent leaves
A gentle cool wind blowing to a background of confident blue.
All around me are the dancing trees.
Rejoicing it seems in their bright prancing hues.
Oak, hemlock, cottonwood, spruce and pine
All swaying together in perfect time.
I walk the path in awe of it all
Listening to the spreading news.
The earth it seems
Has reached the dawning of a new day
Reproducing itself along the way.
I wonder if that’s really true
A year – can it be just a day?
If it is then I’m a part and so are you.
As we pass through this earthly delight
Another day of romance is on the way.
All the trees are out dancing tonight
Having put on their Sunday best.
Tonight they too can find this life's zest.

(Now move your body with the rhythm of the wind blown trees)

Let’s dance with them just for a little while.
Listen to the music of the air.
You move right – I’ll follow with a smile.
Then move left – the movement in your hair.
Living life with but one care
Taking this time to be aware.
Open your heart – no fear to share
Should or shouldn’t we dare?
This wonderful evening we are there.
Move again, I’ll take your hand
To and fro we say – isn’t it grand?
Waltzing – can you feel the breeze
In with a troop of trees?
I bow straight to my knees,
You follow and begin to see
Life and love and harmony
Peace of mind be seized.
Now holding on tight – still on your knees
Still moving to and fro I ask you please
Do you hear the music – does it give you ease?
Hold my hands and lean far back
And look up into the trees.
The answers there that no one sees
Imaginings to anyone who believes
That magic can’t be deceived
Open arms to be relieved
Move with me and be believed,
Cherished, loved and well received

Just dancing with the trees.
If you can grasp the feelings expressed in this piece then you are destined to live a full and happy existence.
Donall Dempsey May 2017
ONE LAST TIME

We bring the cup back home
for those

who will never
come home.

"We played for the people who had died!"
Pogba avows.

An absence in the heart.

The memory of her laugh.

Her smile
in a photograph.

She, so much
there but not there.

The unbearable presence
of loss.

From a pop concert
to a football final

Death walks
amongst our ordinary lives.

"MANCHESTERMANCHESTERMANCHESTER!"
the crowd chants
"WE'ILL NEVER DIE!"

Here even in the kick of a ball
the defiant gesture.

We bring the cup back home
for those

who will never
come home.
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