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David Hilburn Sep 21
Happy Joe
Joseph, is a war to eat?
They grow food, children, and stares; we owe
A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat

Out, a house getting bigger...
Has moments for a man, to meet
Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger...
Ready to pick, you from history's heat

The house built, judges a shame
Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame
Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed
Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game

Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe
Being the cares of worth, are we to dread?
A host so obvious, looking for a world to know
Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead?

Hungry, for one more liberty?
Have an insight, it will avoid
The nature of silences patience; puberty?
Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...
ashes to ashes, fun to funny; we all know a major pain in the *** is out and running...
neth jones Aug 24
should they sterilize you upon joining up ?
swipe that ability
             when they hand you a rifle ?
maybe they should stable your stability ?
snap up your identity
put it aside for safe keeping ?
file it under 'f' for 'family' or 'forsaken' or 'foreigner'
or 'forgive me'
send you out disconnected
       with a clean bill of obedience  and immorality
and if you make it back  
         you may retrieve those earnings
and then they can turn you loose
      drafted  out  of the military
perhaps then   
after a psych evaluation
  and a tally
    you can reapply
      for your right to fertility?
Water deep
Water few
Water people
Water due

Water eats salt
Like a ghost, with nothing else
To show, for a reach a fault?
Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell...

Stoic, the taste...
Of a conscience
Who is a praise, for a waiting haste?
Justice, for coping some, of presence?

The secrecy of worldly worth?
Had; like a star of judgment's liberty
Can a patience, be of this meant earth?
Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty...

Dead and loving it?
Where has, justice's babel been?
Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit...
War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...
love it or leave it, hatred minds its own shade, not avarice's owe...?
Kitt Jun 2024
I cannot say if things are worse
Than times that went before
For I saw not that bygone world
Nor what they did endure

Where once their sight was short,
Now it's growing nearer
Starter homes that once held court
Go "green" like silver mirrors.

Elixirless were garden hoses
Plastic cups, no holy grail beneath their noses
Now all you have left are pictures
That time has robbed of hue
I study them now, and try to suppose it
The complexion hides no trace of youth:
Just spoiled cream and rotting roses
A foul-odored truth.

The trade was fair when young were the eyes
That fixed upon that crest, their prize
Now turned white with cataracts,
Still they **** it dry
And turn to bottles for babes set aside,
Begging pity for the old and blind
And anyone too far gone to toil.
"It shall be hard time," or so they cry,
"Served beneath the soil."

It's hard time indeed, that which is served
Beneath the ravaged soil;
So tell me:
Can a head that sold me, the undeserved,
Anoint itself with motor oil?
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
Depths of despair
Hang thick in the air
Almost daring me to care
And step into it's crosshair
Not realizing I'm aware
I've lived that nightmare
Been caught up in that snare
Somehow pushed past the warfare
Came through worse for wear
But it no longer has power
Over someone who can't care
Forcing it to find it's next victim elsewhere

©2024
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
To pain I am no stranger
The first name basis is strange for sure
Caught up in an above the boards love affair
Like day to day warfare
It's fare if everyone fights fare
Otherwise it's life as a sucker in a bunker
Still not safe from the vulture culture
Fueling an anger that stirs the rage monster
Who then in turn wakes the violence that likes to linger
One v one they're barley a threat to boil over
The one benefit found for getting older
They can be handled in short order
But together they can alter a future
I acknowledge the fact it's part of my character
And work to recognize each trigger better
Enabling myself to be my own mediator
So I can step in-between me and myself quicker
It was all just, once again, too little too late,
I missed the transition from raging river
To city sewer
Instead of shooting a flare in the air I dropped anchor in danger
The last bridge I let smolder after traversing over
Was the only bridge out of my hell,
A sobering thing to remember only after realizing there was never going to be a true winner

©2024
sheloveswords Jan 2024
I see The Most High in you
                                          yo demons hate that. . .
Jeremy Betts Jan 2024
If I gave you all my air
Along with every single moment I could spare
If I exposed my everything, choosing both truth and dare
And encouraged you to take more than your fare share
If I were to wear my heart on my sleeve and allow you to rip and tear
If I gave you an entire life, without a care
Offered to carry both of our crosses to bare
While letting you name the time and place and going straight there
No argument here, I swear
If I submit before warfare and declare you ringmaster
If I kept the days I don't tell you exactly what you want to hear rare
And was able to turn a blind eye to every extracurricular love affair
Cause, ya know, buyer beware
If I pretend I'm not fully aware that you rather not be here
That you just take joy in being the puppeteer
If I could manage all that would you even care?
...could I ever consider it sincere?

©2024
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