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Daniel A Russ Jul 2010
Maiden, maiden, maiden, a depilidate mobious minaret –
Holical, Eris begs an atlatl defection, the
Genuis-from-Mars technique – an erathicus lecanopteris.
Suffretex, past-perfection in pastel gloxinia,
Glowingly acidic and shiftingly glossidic, it’s cosmaltry mariala;
Ungual outmoded, holonym singing Aquilar rapax as demiurge.
Demos and Phobos weep, coruscating terrathos, killing riva.

Swell quickly, optic ophidia, lest the ira florena rise –
Rise, maiden, rise optic ophidia, ignore Irredelphine!
Strut the hematacolpa and pace-willow, but fail flow:
Deciduous telechir beckons, demanding autobogotic-hajra.
****-venom and picea hovea, eche verri naught echo –
Beta-decay and COBOL error, fandango with teeth
And sing praise for Eucladanic soignè solaris

Sprint quick, maiden-solidago gesparisè, to Misra pourum!
Majerns and hapax, death-knell aloud and encelia,
Enfloranè, haste! Enatic haste tichodrome, flee, anise!
Apios, harken: tryst-sans-thermobic sweeping of thresher-thrown,
Little-low else yet achroma, de-jubilance:
Fall fairly, ayah! So to be so, blanking systemic,
A thousand steps for one death.
Julia Jaros Jul 2019
Odeio a forma como ela desacolhe,
não se expressa
e muito menos se interessa
Vomita seu ego e seu caos

Duvido de mim e dela
seus sentimentos me quebram
e os meus me desintegram

Nosso lar é permeado por uma enorme serpente
presente, invisível e insensível
tenta me arrancar um riso
antes de me esmagar com gosto

Durmo num pântano de rancor
e me sinto protegida
enquanto estou despida e injuriada
Ardo e desando a cada noite dormida

De peito esmagado eu gargalho
respiro suavemente o veneno
e agradeço
o meu apreço pela pena e pelo ódio é tudo o que eu conheço
Chuck Kean Jun 2020
The Media
  
   It use to be informative
It use to be both sides of the story
It use to be the good and the bad
And stories of triumph and glory

Now it’s all about fear and hate
And political divisions left or right
Now it’s all about doom and gloom
And getting their ratings for the night

I can’t remember the last time that I
Saw any emotion on a reporter’s face
They just seem like stone cold robots
Far removed from the human race

The world hanging on every word
Of their fake news and lies
Dressed in their dresses and suits
Just the Devil in disguise

The only light they shine is evil
The ultimate dark light
Pitting us to turn on each other
As they watch us argue and fight

They are nothing but serpents
Technically known as Ophidia
The one and only, truth is
The Devil is the Media

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/05/2020
All rights reserved

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