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 Nov 2014 ZUUZKI
Silence Screamz
We are all broken a little
Life is never that simple

From one simple  breathe of life
our tragedy is but strife

To the last breathe we breath
sleeping now is such reprieve
 Nov 2014 ZUUZKI
Kelley A Vinal
Through the wandering spectrum
Of cerulean dragonfly eyes
You fly without hesitation
Observing the vast and marvelous world
As if it were your own
As if it were your cut-out template,
With an admirable sense of wonder
And the fervent desire
Not only to know
But to contemplate
The luminescence of a fluttering firefly
How the brittle mechanisms of life
Apply
Through crystal-clear dragonfly wings
You carry your mind
UP
                                                              ­   when                                                             ­      is

         life                                                    out

    ­       hits                                   way

                                                rock        ­            only                                      
     
     bottom
 Oct 2014 ZUUZKI
Rob Rutledge
This is Britain
A land of contradiction
United by a Kingdom
Divided by benediction.
There is friction
And there were rivers of blood.
Where lions and tigers and dragons
Would stop and drink, toast to the flood.
All the waters of the Atlantic
Couldn't wash these shores clean
A damming testament of conquest
Atlantis was a dream,
Built on wooden boats
Cast in irons with an empires hopes.
Though the sins of the father are great
The children walk with a sombre gait
Fields of roses
Both
White and Red
Blossom on the hallowed ground of the Dead.
Roman laws and Norman Lords
Drowned out a Celtic cry
A longship silhouetted
Against a bleak obsidian sky.
The hunted become haunted by the ghosts of yore.
Pagan druids scythe mistletoe
As Haleys comet they saw
Around circles of stone for now and Evermore
 Oct 2014 ZUUZKI
John Stevens
No Ink
 Oct 2014 ZUUZKI
John Stevens
There are days
I try to think
   Of what to write
Then I blink
It starts to sink
Into the drink
No more ink
Flow, just a stink
There is no ink
From word to word
As
I try to think
There are days.
Mickey D
Waiting
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