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Brianna May 2018
She was fascinating.
Not because she was drop dead gorgeous or oh my god beautiful.

No, she had humor she used as a weapon.
No, she had love she used a shield.
No, she had strength hidden behind layers of wisdom.

She was fascinating.
In the way that made men cringe and made women envious.
She was the type of girl you wanted to get to know if only to keep her close by.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Off to battle again.


Another day, another battle, another day to amuse one’s self.
Looking out into the shadowy forest, in search of an acquaintance.
Wolf howls signal the return of the Princes and all is well.
The war has been won and the undead soldiers have been demolished.


Moonlight hovers over the home of the Elves
And inside the forest I find myself,
Hunting the hunter; under darkened skies.
A wolf dives at me and I open fire.


The arrow strikes its head and it falls down dead in the snow.
Its companions will be here somewhere, so I will be ready to fire again.
An elf appears from the mist, so I lower my bow;
It’s good to see you again, old friend.


He tells me of a quest to the undead hordes lair
And after shopping for provisions,
We head off with our band of merry friends.
The healer is annoying, but he will be needed when we get there;
So we allow him his flaws and his errors are not mentioned.


Once more into the darkness; we head into war
And all around us, the skeletons fall.
We grow stronger with age, before, during and after.
At the end of the day, we are new to this no more.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Vincent S Coster Apr 2018
Pretty little mushrooms

Growing in the sky

8 feet, 50 feet, 100 feet high

Blasts of radiation  

Blows us all away

When it turns to midnight

In the middle of the day
This poem uses a childlike rhyming pattern to act as a chilling juxtaposition to the gruesome nature of the use of nuclear weapons. It is an anti-war poem and anti-nuclear proliferation poem that highlights the poet's strong belief in non-violence. It begins with the simple imagery of pretty little mushrooms, however, it quickly changes in tone as the mushrooms grow unnaturally high blowing us away with blasts of radiation. It then ends with the reference to the Doom's Day Clock turning to midnight in the middle of the day.

© Vincent S. Coster 2018
young people all across this country
     (The United States Of America),
     this middle aged papa doth adore
stand arm against
     pervasive arms that didst bore

un-necessary slain school students
     robbing society of core
as unwitting targets,
     sans vibrant youths
     forever snatched to enter door

of homes, where loving
     kith and kin no longer behold
a cherished biological product
     lowered six feet under into cold
terra firmae, where Mother Earth

     entombs the fruits
     (ripened to their prime), now...en fold
did taken down by random bullets, which gold
din precious person murdered,
     where maniacal gunman didst hold

down the trigger, which high powered weapon
     loosed asper indiscriminate aim
mass destruction
     of sons and/or daughters killed fired,
     whence slug didst claim

another abhorrent statistic
     from easy access snatching a darling dame
or handsome lad, while soundless horror
     many a countenance
     doth non verbally exclaim

the profound sadness,
     now murdered offspring
     solely enshrined within picture frame
where sorry lost life haint no board game

yet, random dice throw
     courtesy of second amendment
     fuels American's passion
     asper right to bear arms, particularly re: cent  
spate of wanton mounting killed

     (within storied halls of academia)
     spurred many well organized national event
     reached a tipping point,
     where lock, stock and barrel deadly age gent

brought together this day
     (March 24 th, 2018), an immense crowd
staged across America within major metropolitan areas
     (from sea to shining sea) with actions loud
her than his words,

     suffusing this older dada to feel proud
unsure if thine eldest progeny joined
     the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
swell organized protests, which wowed!
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Awaken o' youth of legend
It is time to bring evil the end
On your own accord
you will raise your sword
-Oh, wait is that a rapier?
I'm sorry things got hazier
over on the scri-what? It's a claymore
now? This is getting really sore
Excuse me? It's apparently an estoc
Those aren't very easy to block
with but-wait nevermind, I think it's a katana?
Ok, whatever, do you just wanna
"cut" to the chase?
Woah wait it's not a mace
Dont expect me to rhyme
every line... all the time
Sorry this has gotten out of hand
But, I hope you understand
That it doesn't matter what it is
You are our hero who will finish this
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