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gray rain Apr 2016
Everyone here seems to know each other
not like a son knows his mother
but they know each other

and I'm sat looking over
hundreds of people
yet alone I feel

in an unknown city
with people wearing white
people dressed to fight

they fight with swords
but not with shields
in straight lines
is where they choose to shine
Victor Tripp Jan 2016
Singers on the Voice who can't sing
     TV stations showing cartoons twenty-four seven
      FIOS selling hearing aids
POPEYES  selling steak
       Cars running on soup
         Fencers with hockey sticks
Congress not padding their pay checks every year
   Puzzles that don't puzzle
      KFC selling burgers
    Archers with sling shots
Trees growing upside down
  Chickens in a conga line
A chess playing kangaroo
   Trees that hold leaves all year
     First class with no class
An eckco  that never comes back
    A bird that walks everywhere
       A tea kettle that cannot whisle
         Ducks that  skee
         Rain falling sideways
             Dogs that run backwards
       Cats that bark
       The Sun and Moon together
        Turtles that run fast
Yenson May 2019
Look not to the west-winds in tornado swirls
see not the fierce gales tormenting the sandy coves
in passive leisurely breeze a shimmering gossamer leaf unfurls
scripted in its veins the truth of lies to the lies of truth about loves

Show me borders and boundaries to realness
when the highway flows for two and a leap year unneeded
for maidens to follow heart melodies destined to find in calmness
a reach to out pure and true intentions would not adverse unheeded

Why doth sit among-st duplicitous haze and fancies
while errant messengers pull curtains and play conjurers
trampling silk letters in matters unconcerned like agile fencers
when able light are held in lips and given in person not by non-jurors

So search no more neither look further for the truth
the song is known to all who have strolled down cupids clouds
for the real heart knows its way home and needs not wait to go forth
lover real gives no signs to air clowns dancing the Maypole in crowds
Jermon Jan 2021
Buses weave in and between towns
Faster than the speed of light
Yet there is no highway.

Three line the edges, trustees
Betrayal flickering in their eyes
As she cries out, holding the little ones behind her

The caravans cannot cross the canyon
Milky, quiet and shy,
And the cupboards fall in sync
Footsteps of
Hayley and the Glass welding elder.

The palaces are stormed with red,
Fencers and Robin Hoods
All to the same end.

The mind is one of miracles.
Miracles we chose to understand.

The darkness screams.
Only for the ones who dream.
29.01.2021

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