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"banzai" poems
another June swept by on see-saws, I cry tears dwell my mind's eye for playgrounds bone dry my clouds puff the sky rings of black sheep sigh one by one nearby no pasture to ply my mind went awry with no wool let fly the beaten path, aye the days, months, years lie lie waiting to die banzai to July another month to pry I sit and watch shy for a piece of pie Logan Robertson 7/4/2018
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Another Lonely Month Went By
Single mind you've found To redress past ways Each day winning ground Living life of praise Intone now banzai A spark to a blaze New born samurai
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
stelian
I fell for a heart from another land. A country of Peace and Martial Arts. Green grasses and Banzai trees... sweet smiles and hard workers. Her smile melted my soul as her words she had written me They made my heart smile. I smile every time I look at her beautiful picture Class,friendly times, and love for a family full of honor. I long to fly to her On tin wings.. To my lady from another land. To bask in the native surroundings and molding within one another. My heart longs for her Even if I haven't told her such.. I know she feels my yearning to honorably be one with her spirit. Truthiness... In a world where lust seems to be the only expressed reward. I value this smile and to learn of her "other land." The orient where souls are free to be what they were design to be.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Lady From Another Land
Behold, the grueling chore or stripping down to your birthday suit And listening to someone rattle off reasons why your appearance is sub-par   Prattling about the depravity of the beautiful people How they have to live in a world full of ugly, repugnant beings "You seem to fit that description" There's an elephant in the room and it's name is Irony Depth is on the clock and shallowness is timeless I deduce that you never got much attention as a child, and your parents put pressure on you with out considering that their callousness would rub off on you Now you pelt those you see with insults and cruelty When we met you came off as someone with unstable emotions You told me that the root of all evil is the body and blood of Christ And the expectations of your parents which they laid ahead of you we're unmet I remember when you consummated your marriage to bitterness   You did a banzai trip to the region of self-loathing for your honeymoon I saw you off at the airport You we're quasi-happy You brought your acoustic guitar and scribbled words Songs about undermining "The Man" Dismantling the establishment And grave robbing You came back with bags under your eyes A permanent frown A cup that could never be filled And a sense of superiority because you've suffered and no one could have survived what you'd been through You told me the secret to your success was revulsion And now you see me as scummy, worthless piece of nothing When you yourself have become a ghost's shadow of the shell of your former self Eat a **** my friend
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Stone Cold
Behold, the grueling chore or stripping down to your birthday suit And listening to someone rattle off reasons why your appearance is sub-par   Prattling about the depravity of the beautiful people How they have to live in a world full of ugly, repugnant beings "You seem to fit that description" There's an elephant in the room and it's name is Irony Depth is on the clock and shallowness is timeless I deduce that you never got much attention as a child, and your parents put pressure on you with out considering that their callousness would rub off on you Now you pelt those you see with insults and cruelty When we met you came off as someone with unstable emotions You told me that the root of all evil is the body and blood of Christ And the expectations of your parents which they laid ahead of you we're unmet I remember when you consummated your marriage to bitterness   You did a banzai trip to the region of self-loathing for your honeymoon I saw you off at the airport You we're quasi-happy You brought your acoustic guitar and scribbled words Songs about undermining "The Man" Dismantling the establishment And grave robbing You came back with bags under your eyes A permanent frown A cup that could never be filled And a sense of superiority because you've suffered and no one could have survived what you'd been through You told me the secret to your success was revulsion And now you see me as scummy, worthless piece of nothing When you yourself have become a ghost's shadow of the shell of your former self Eat a **** my friend
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