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Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Doug Potter

I remember as you stood bare feet
tiptoes on the red linoleum

reaching up to pull
the shade at dusk;

I left before the sun rose
you slept weeks

before realizing
there was no return.

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Lost in Translation

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Sunflower Girl

Lost in Translation

I put my earbuds in and sting my open wounds with stories
I wander through the library, mausoleum of time
Oldness, dust, that faint smell with no name
I open a book in Danish, squiggles and dots
This must be what a child feels like before they can read

My soul is leaking out of my sides, I clasp them tight
As I attempt to imprison my wandering soul, it slips out my mouth
Into these ancient creations of another
I must read to find it
I must find it

It weathers storms on a glassy sea
It wanders in darkness and burns in the light
It jumps off the precipice of possibility
It was screaming and I forgot to listen
I just put in my earbuds and stung in with stories
Until it became one

*Oh my soul I must honor thee, in black and white you illusive remain.
Constantly moving but staying the same.
Freedom you found, freedom these pages contain.
But I am not with thee in flesh I remain.
Sorting through words for which I have no name
Lost in the translation that made the mundane

I don't understand these books, I don't understand other people, but I am lost in translation too so what does it matter?

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

The General Antony

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

J Robert Fallon III

The General Antony

The human definition of humanity is becoming a conundrum-filled calamity.

Vivid memories of eclectic booming sounds continue bursting around veterans as they lose sanity.

Mothers work through their pregnancies as their children are born into a materialistically filled world of profanity.

Has the wheel of morality begun an uncontrollable spin in our growing urbanity, or is because of the religious wars we fight, the likes of Christianity?

A travesty amongst us all, but this pain brings an unorthodox form of healing, as we learn from our mistakes and fantasy.

We ******* band together, with our thoughts in groups, to determine a path back towards our morality.

We fight with vigor such as if we were the Roman General Antony.

These fruitless and segmented fights can make the matters worse no matter the strategy.

We must all wake up at once from our mindless love of insanity, and finally, throw to the wayside this world's cruel vanity.

Who or what will ignite the single uniting thought to spread instantly throughout, the thought that will bring peace to our mind, sanity.

#poetry #poet #peace #life #pain #poems #spirit #care

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

The Climate of Denial

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Denel Kessler

The Climate of Denial

tepid waters do not lie
gale is to cyclone
as rain to thundercloud
no amount of counter-spin
will make them anything other
than atmospheric unrest

El Niño, La Niña
how to read
the unsettled waters
upwelling from the deep
what should feed us
leaves us starving, weak

orcas encircle their kin
emaciated mother, tiny calf
dying from ocean’s lack
while we look on and moan
all the power to change
if we only cared to own it

In the Strait of Juan de Fuca (between Washington state and Vancouver Island, Canada) a resident female orca recently died from what scientists believe to be malnutrition and environmental toxins. Her young male calf likely died as well, he was too young to survive without a mother. The last aerial photos taken of the mother and calf show her emaciated, held afloat by family members. A heartbreaking sight.

On the heels of these deaths, there is increasing concern that this resident pod of orcas, numbering about 80 individuals, is declining to the point where it can’t recover.

#change #environment #denial #climate #orcawhales

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

My Love

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Nemo W

My Love

Return to me my love
I know I've done you wrong
but is there still a chance
to be with me at last
I wish you well if not
but return to me my love

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Life Without You

Dec 2016 uzzi obinna

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

Life Without You

Life without you, is dark as well as empty.
But when I start to hurt and cry at times.
I look back and see all that you have overcome.
Thus giving me the added strength to live.
More then live , to overcome this here hurting.
Knowing that each of us has a great purpose.
One in which to help lead each others out.
Of the sorrows and sufferings that we are caught in.
So I may not see you much anymore my friends.
But each of you are always in my thoughts and prayers.