#amendment - Hello Poetry

released gently like a bud through the sepals moments after it pierces the air, the silence is shattered. pop. one tightly coupled set of subatomic particles obeying force fields punctures another, uncouples the sinews and liberates. twang. breaking the harmony of a mini universe sticks and stones may hurt but words don't is this a ******* ********** amendment irony amendment travesty sheathed in the 2nd that protects it this is a curse that travels with a singular aim

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Aug 6, 2019

Aug 6, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

indigo-blush

bullet

released gently like a bud through the sepals moments after it pierces the air, the silence is shattered. pop. one tightly coupled set of subatomic particles obeying force fields punctures another, uncouples the sinews and liberates. twang. breaking the harmony of a mini universe sticks and stones may hurt but words don't is this a ******* ********** amendment irony amendment travesty sheathed in the 2nd that protects it this is a curse that travels with a singular aim

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an orient of tabulation well ornament was polar as confabulation sought variation that once made neighbors' diversification and now their state proxy of community found in direness and guarded their intoxicated draft in myalgia

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Oct 23, 2018

Oct 23, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC

poetman

myalgia

an orient of tabulation well ornament was polar as confabulation sought variation that once made neighbors' diversification and now their state proxy of community found in direness and guarded their intoxicated draft in myalgia

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The 13th says that everyone is free No slavery for you, and me But something between those lines Criminality, and power lies You’re free unless convicted But the locks for these chains are fake No matter what color or race The deciding people are corporate Now you have my attention Welcome to the birth of a notion A reckoning of epic proportions Welcome to the birth a nation We’re all prisoners in a way or another I need not explain any further Brother, father, locked up in chains Walls of deception, a means to an end Now you have my attention Welcome to the birth of a notion A reckoning of epic proportions Welcome to the birth a nation How do we break free from this life? How do we run? How do we break free from these rocks? How do we run? How do we break free from this life? How do we run? How do we run? How do we run? How do we, run?

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC

marlonf1

B.O.A.N

The 13th says that everyone is free No slavery for you, and me But something between those lines Criminality, and power lies You’re free unless convicted But the locks for these chains are fake No matter what color or race The deciding people are corporate Now you have my attention Welcome to the birth of a notion A reckoning of epic proportions Welcome to the birth a nation We’re all prisoners in a way or another I need not explain any further Brother, father, locked up in chains Walls of deception, a means to an end Now you have my attention Welcome to the birth of a notion A reckoning of epic proportions Welcome to the birth a nation How do we break free from this life? How do we run? How do we break free from these rocks? How do we run? How do we break free from this life? How do we run? How do we run? How do we run? How do we, run?

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we are not gathered here in memory of the 17 who lost their beautiful smiles and laughs and futures to your precious laws that may have applied to the seventeen hundreds but now? we don't need these machines this danger. we don't need this fear inside of us the feeling of being stalked in the hallways of the same building you previously walked before without a second thought but now it could happen. and it's more real than ever before. those 17 could have been me and my friends and peers. they were a mere drive away from that place i go everyday where i see the people i love. to know that one day they could be on the floor next to my desk or my still lifeless body. that terrifies me. tell me, how are you not terrified? how does it not scare you, that your next wave of voters are terrified of your inability to act after the nightmare that became our reality. we are gathered here to tell you that we demand change.

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC

victoe

sacred 17

we are not gathered here in memory of the 17 who lost their beautiful smiles and laughs and futures to your precious laws that may have applied to the seventeen hundreds but now? we don't need these machines this danger. we don't need this fear inside of us the feeling of being stalked in the hallways of the same building you previously walked before without a second thought but now it could happen. and it's more real than ever before. those 17 could have been me and my friends and peers. they were a mere drive away from that place i go everyday where i see the people i love. to know that one day they could be on the floor next to my desk or my still lifeless body. that terrifies me. tell me, how are you not terrified? how does it not scare you, that your next wave of voters are terrified of your inability to act after the nightmare that became our reality. we are gathered here to tell you that we demand change.

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Those who believe that words cannot **** have never read the Second Amendment, or witnessed the blood it has spilled.

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC

benjamin-lockwood

American Hubris

Those who believe that words cannot **** have never read the Second Amendment, or witnessed the blood it has spilled.

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A woman here with free speech inured law that once was her rift but a fiddle found her midriff and her chihuahua growled like a snake yet saved her much aligned in love again.

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC

poetman

A Great Spirit

A woman here with free speech inured law that once was her rift but a fiddle found her midriff and her chihuahua growled like a snake yet saved her much aligned in love again.

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The sheep are swimming in the Nile; they must be living in denial! Denial is our best friend, the constitution we must amend! Guns are our mortal enemies; their only use is to commit felonies To stop these tragedies, we must impose harsher penalties! There is no wolf, we will not die; there’s no need to put your life on the line Sheepdogs are for the paranoid, those who live in a void Remove the sheepdog and the enemy goes away, to happiness this is the true way Ban the wolf with a no trespassing sign, surely we’ll be fine Respect and common courtesy, the wolf will live in harmony Close our eyes and he goes away, all we have to do is pray Our herd used to be bigger; we don’t ask questions as long as our denial can deliver Until our children are in the fire, then the sheepdog we require But the sheepdog is out of practice, we fired him for “malpractice.” Ruined by us, he looks no better than us – but he’s not like us The sheepdog is weak; his sheep made him an antique But his mind is strong and he’s eager to **** the evil and wrong Wolves are predators, feeding on the weak; it’s denial they seek The sheep will never fight, but pray the sheepdog is able to take up their plight

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC

JerradJohnson

Denial

The sheep are swimming in the Nile; they must be living in denial! Denial is our best friend, the constitution we must amend! Guns are our mortal enemies; their only use is to commit felonies To stop these tragedies, we must impose harsher penalties! There is no wolf, we will not die; there’s no need to put your life on the line Sheepdogs are for the paranoid, those who live in a void Remove the sheepdog and the enemy goes away, to happiness this is the true way Ban the wolf with a no trespassing sign, surely we’ll be fine Respect and common courtesy, the wolf will live in harmony Close our eyes and he goes away, all we have to do is pray Our herd used to be bigger; we don’t ask questions as long as our denial can deliver Until our children are in the fire, then the sheepdog we require But the sheepdog is out of practice, we fired him for “malpractice.” Ruined by us, he looks no better than us – but he’s not like us The sheepdog is weak; his sheep made him an antique But his mind is strong and he’s eager to **** the evil and wrong Wolves are predators, feeding on the weak; it’s denial they seek The sheep will never fight, but pray the sheepdog is able to take up their plight

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If she wants a share here with me now in her race a coulter forsake her in a cloud still wager a bet that she's fair while her attire endow couture that taxi her runway bare with ESP even in suburb scroll her flair a doctrine extraordinar in between these sheets with me in boudoir.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC

poetman

****** Streets

If she wants a share here with me now in her race a coulter forsake her in a cloud still wager a bet that she's fair while her attire endow couture that taxi her runway bare with ESP even in suburb scroll her flair a doctrine extraordinar in between these sheets with me in boudoir.

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I bought myself a gun today. I’ll give you a moment to process the mental paper work. Is he serious? Is this guy for real? Is this a metaphor? Is it loaded? Are these questions you might ask? Isn’t this supposed to be a poem? I said I bought myself a gun today. Do you feel better? Safer? Do I seem more dangerous? Are my words more weighted now-- with violence? with virility? with *********** Are you looking at my crotch for an extra bulge? How do you feel about me now knowing that I’m packing? I bought myself a gun today, And just like that I’m a gangsta upholding the second amendment. I’m a citizen of the constitution holding up my right to bear arms, and raise my hand in a fist-- a fist, that’s gripped in tension a fist that’s an extension of man and invention and I really should mention I can blow your ******* head off without the slightest intention. I bought myself a gun today, Are you scared: that I don’t know how to use it? That it might want to use me? That I might become overwrought with emotions, and respond to an argument “Arnold” style with, an, “I’ll be back?”-- that I might settle things once and for all with my noisy neighbor in a language he might finally understand? Are you scared? I bought myself a gun today. Does that make you worry? You know what the statistics say, That I have a better chance of shooting myself, than some intruder, or mugger, or ****** or therapist even. Are you worried about my self-destruction? that I might I might accidentally have an accident? Or, maybe, you may think, that it might be on purpose? that I might be singing the, “Barrel-in-the-mouth blues?”-- not just fantasizing about ‘em, but singing ‘em with a with my mouth wide open, and feeling them for real for real: feeling the cold steel ‘cross my tongue, choking on the taste of cordite, really singing, “I can’t breathe,” and how much this ***** and having the means to put and end to it all-- Are you worried about that? If you are then don’t, ‘cause I’m not thinking about that at all. I bought myself a gun today. Wouldn’t it be great if we all could say: I bought myself a gun today.

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Jul 31, 2016

Jul 31, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC

swanswart

I Bought Myself a Gun Today

I bought myself a gun today. I’ll give you a moment to process the mental paper work. Is he serious? Is this guy for real? Is this a metaphor? Is it loaded? Are these questions you might ask? Isn’t this supposed to be a poem? I said I bought myself a gun today. Do you feel better? Safer? Do I seem more dangerous? Are my words more weighted now-- with violence? with virility? with *********** Are you looking at my crotch for an extra bulge? How do you feel about me now knowing that I’m packing? I bought myself a gun today, And just like that I’m a gangsta upholding the second amendment. I’m a citizen of the constitution holding up my right to bear arms, and raise my hand in a fist-- a fist, that’s gripped in tension a fist that’s an extension of man and invention and I really should mention I can blow your ******* head off without the slightest intention. I bought myself a gun today, Are you scared: that I don’t know how to use it? That it might want to use me? That I might become overwrought with emotions, and respond to an argument “Arnold” style with, an, “I’ll be back?”-- that I might settle things once and for all with my noisy neighbor in a language he might finally understand? Are you scared? I bought myself a gun today. Does that make you worry? You know what the statistics say, That I have a better chance of shooting myself, than some intruder, or mugger, or ****** or therapist even. Are you worried about my self-destruction? that I might I might accidentally have an accident? Or, maybe, you may think, that it might be on purpose? that I might be singing the, “Barrel-in-the-mouth blues?”-- not just fantasizing about ‘em, but singing ‘em with a with my mouth wide open, and feeling them for real for real: feeling the cold steel ‘cross my tongue, choking on the taste of cordite, really singing, “I can’t breathe,” and how much this ***** and having the means to put and end to it all-- Are you worried about that? If you are then don’t, ‘cause I’m not thinking about that at all. I bought myself a gun today. Wouldn’t it be great if we all could say: I bought myself a gun today.

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