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"ploughshares" poems
Hey All, Ploughshares is having open readings for publication in their journal...some of you should definitely submit!! https://www.pshares.org/
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Ploughshares Journal Submission
My soul is a sword. This life is my fire. My choices are the hammer. I will cut through the veil, I will reveal the truth.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
Swords to ploughshares
She knows exactly how the world works Shares her well-read cynical voice She wishes for miracles coming Not believing our leader’s choice She’s longing for Swords into Ploughshares All words of war she cannot bear Doesn’t trust The United Nations Declares we haven’t got a prayer The world’s Toolbox of Diplomacy Lets foxes design the henhouse She knows the top 3 richest people Have more than HALF of everyone else She shows how to make her life richer Not relying on someone else Has no sentimental view of life Fully acquainted with herself Challenging ANYONE’S opinion Firing people up with the facts She predicts trump’ll be on Mount Rushmore His Nobel Peace Prize on his back
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Longing for Swords into Ploughshares
Let's get lost in the grace of forgetting past mistakes and errors of our foolish youths and let us live amid the worldly hope gained from exchanging sentences of solitude for paragraphs of insight into better days Let's abandon our halcyon memories along with our sordid ones eschewing their credits and excesses and let us eat chocolate cake now while we still have teeth in our mouths exchanging bites of confection for those trim waistlines we never really had Let's play in the fountains like kids without cares about having kids of our own or owning gardens and let us plant gardens on fire escapes and in alleys growing herbs from the soot and exchanging harvests for wisdom and a proclivity for jigsaw puzzle completion Let's debate the merits of interstellar politics without the fuss or nuance of believing we were ever right and let us pray for our righteous ******* earned by sweat and salt after exchanging fear of rejection for a fuzzy blanket and a burger on a snowy day Let's give up on fixing blighted communities drowning in the pity of their own sacrosanct infirmities and let us beat our own swords into ploughshares to sell online if anyone will buy them exchanging broken guns for cold hard cash that binds better than pectin Let's sleep all day if we feel like it until we've slept away all our regrets and fears and let us awake whenever we **** well please to eat baconfat and sip bourbon exchanging all the calories for the lives we've always wanted but never had
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
Let's
Let's get lost in the grace of forgetting past mistakes and errors of our foolish youths and let us live amid the worldly hope gained from exchanging sentences of solitude for paragraphs of insight into better days Let's abandon our halcyon memories along with our sordid ones eschewing their credits and excesses and let us eat chocolate cake now while we still have teeth in our mouths exchanging bites of confection for those trim waistlines we never really had Let's play in the fountains like kids without cares about having kids of our own or owning gardens and let us plant gardens on fire escapes and in alleys growing herbs from the soot and exchanging harvests for wisdom and a proclivity for jigsaw puzzle completion Let's debate the merits of interstellar politics without the fuss or nuance of believing we were ever right and let us pray for our righteous ******* earned by sweat and salt after exchanging fear of rejection for a fuzzy blanket and a burger on a snowy day Let's give up on fixing blighted communities drowning in the pity of their own sacrosanct infirmities and let us beat our own swords into ploughshares to sell online if anyone will buy them exchanging broken guns for cold hard cash that binds better than pectin Let's sleep all day if we feel like it until we've slept away all our regrets and fears and let us awake whenever we **** well please to eat baconfat and sip bourbon exchanging all the calories for the lives we've always wanted but never had
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Back to the basics. They will tell you about money; All the goodies it has power over The jets,ferraris , benz, Holiday in Disneyland or Wonderland Good will mistresses among others. But they wont tell you about books That have lifted up souls and shaped kingdoms. They will tell you about secrets Too sacred to mention. The shady deals that fatten wallets All quick-rich-scam schemes, Even tested and proven niceties But they wont tell you about books Whose warmth turned swords into ploughshares Spears into pruning hooks. They will tell you about fashion; Addias, Nike, Puma, converse The exorbitant price they call for, The prestige, pride and position For all faithful trendsetters and keepers But they wont tell you about books Which ignite creativity and innovation to ***** success. They will tell about the anointed ones Thou shall not touch the anointed Who preach water as they gabble wine Their sleek livelihood Their gullible congregants. But they wont tell you about books Where ignorance will slashed, packed be buried or good. My son, many are speakers, this world carries; Empty cans that make the loudest noise. If you desire knowledge, then read. Read. Read And READ!
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Back to the basics
BULLETS AND BUTTONS Nature reclaims the battlefield. Spring dresses it in green. The dead refuse to remain dead. Ploughshares turn up bullets and buttons. The ghosts come out of the woods. Stare at the tourists accusingly.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
BULLETS AND BUTTONS