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Trouble Jun 07, 2026

Monday was her name

Monday was her name

She would've encompassed, the smiles and cries

With the summary, of many week’s gone bye,

Her predecessor is the Sunday when I decide.

To let Monday be the beginning

of a better life.

Trust is a part Monday’s lies.

But Sunday is when the truth can survive.

Believing in thyself is always compromise.

A good night sleep will give you the direction

you need to find

 

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leeholland115 Jun 07, 2026

Sharp hooks and iteration!

Content generalist, performance, creativist!

Customers to subscribers, curiosity to clicks,

these are your goals to fix!

Client sign-ups, as many as you can muster up!

Test and iteration the centre of attention.

Lean, data driven founder led, the target always one step ahead!

In depth analysis at a tempo nigh on hawkish,

able to spot what's on point and what is not!

The world is our oyster so you can pick and choose.

Where you think it suits you best to park your creativity shoes!

 

 

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Geezer Jun 07, 2026

Once, in a Blue Moon...

In a Blue Moon...

Blue guitars scream to the soul,
but her heart is mummified, 
no love or hate, just dust and mold,
can't hold her...cold... cold... cold.

Swaying, rocking baby, 
She shimmies 'cross the floor.
"Yeah, I still love ya honey", 
though, she's always left me poor.

The Green Witch wins again, 
her hold is tight, she clings; 
promise there's still room tomorrow,
another toast, let's drink and sing.

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rakhimpowers03 Jun 07, 2026

Esoteric

I’m from the towns. The projects to be exact.

I call with a, yur, and greet with a, what’s goody.

I walk with a speaker attached to my pants

playing music that make the old people talk about

how lost this generation is. Their generation made 

this one, with the same type of music we make.

 

I smoke with grabba and buy a pint to help my body 

move like no one’s watching. 

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patrickgadoury Jun 07, 2026

Creek Kingdom

We ran under spruce
where the black creek bent sideways
and forgot our names.
A frog flashed mud-green once,
then folded into water.
We called it magic.
Minnows wrote silver
under the skin of the pool
and broke every rule
our mothers had given us.
Don’t get soaked. Don’t go far.
Don’t touch dead things.
Don’t come home with leeches.
Don’t lose your brother.
The trees kept closing behind us,
branch after branch.
The North was not empty.
It was watching us breathe.
A stick became a sword.
A stump became a fort.

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ritam Jun 07, 2026

A Coal Miner's Story

A whistle pierced the quiet calm of the morning.

The clock struck the time 

for our band of brothers to make a daily trek.

Dismal faces adorn the pack.

A heavy mist from our breath arises in the air.

Quiet prayers are said

in our heads and in our dwellings

for our safe return, come day's end.

Down, deep into the bowels of the earth we go

into the pitch black

fragmented by the light of our headlamps.

"Tunnel rats" trudging through stagnant water

hunched and crawling in cramped shafts.

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flj011278 Jun 07, 2026

The common knowledge.

The common knowledge has been bought and sold. None of us know anything we just believe whatever we've been told .

The school's no longer educate and doctors they do not heal No one's coming to save you when not even the truth is for real.

Corporate lobbyist, politicians and marketing firms, sell out the people for-profit. They create a narrative you believe while warmongers sit back, count, the cash and watch our cities burn.

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akaolisa1987 Jun 07, 2026

Wheat Water or Bread for Life

Brothers

with large fields of wheat

separated by water

 

They come to contention

Not with wheat nor water

but for wheat not water

and the diplomacy of water

 

Wheat is without blood

men will guard fields with blood

and guard water with cannon fire

 

Clichés on bonfire

turning anew forever.

Bread is like love

what have they not been called

 

Ok you can go

on the water

but without wheat

 

You will see,

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rakhimpowers03 Jun 07, 2026

The Box Tv

You remember box tvs? 

The tvs that had a big old lady butt?

So basically I had one of those 

in my room on a tiny foldable table.

 

My brother had a dog, I think her name

was Diamond but I’m honestly not sure. 

Anyways, Diamond was a baby 

and wasn’t potty trained yet.

 

One day after cleaning up her piss

I decided to put paper towels