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Barbara Writes Mar 22, 2016

Trump America

He talked about "make America great again"
Great for whom, I asked?
He incited supporters to put protesters in check "I got your lawyer fees" he said.

Where will protesters be when he/they divulge in this greatness? Sitting back drinking tea while he/they drink Trump wine?

He talked about "make America great again".
For whom I asked again?

He had secret service men throw out crying college students for being black at his rally. They paid their college tuitions and is not allow to attend his rallies?

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lovedly Mar 21, 2016

Beyond the gardens

Beyond the garden's
serenade
comes out a voice
still loud
ere to the tunnel of non existence
they shovel

I will all along the length
shall be in smiles
as I leave the roses far behind
lingering in formaldehyde and carnations
or be those lilies

L
Lonnie Mar 21, 2016

Donald Trump POTUS

Donald Trump POTUS

He’ll build a border wall it’s true
and strengthen infrastructure too
He’ll make our trade with other lands
bring power back into our hands

no veteran will do without
our fighting force will have more clout
The nations of the world will see
America stand strong and free

R
raj Mar 21, 2016

SWEEP STAKES (Acrostic)

S hades of blue and grey
W atch clouds above at play
E ach swaying in delight
E nacting a chore in sunlight
P aused when dusk makes way for night

S tars slowly made their way
T winkling merrily and gay
A wesome display dazzling the sky
K indling the gazers with a sigh
E nding their chore with a shooting star
S ilently bowing with a blush at dawn

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Esker Mar 21, 2016

S H U D D E R O F T W I L I G H T

blue stars on an orchid strewn causeway
the tide sways the soft longing
round wasting pier
and rusted flanks
crushed stone and weeds
beneath the step
are the only whispers
of the zeniths pause
of a day bent before
the offering of the dark
godess wander
channel markers shimmer
soft as silence
the reedy deep
converge to daylight
creatures sleep
and stirring in warren
dens and nests
the night creations
stretch
and blink their
early dawn awake

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alidzain Mar 21, 2016

Facing The Doubts

Voices of doubts ridicule me
but I refuse to dance to their tune
for their words are a cacophony
that I have finally grown immune.

Where I fall, I will rise again,
Never ending this life with regret.
I know I have much to gain
if I strive hard and never fret.

To fail is to learn limitations
and to grow through experience.
Talking and planning, an incomplete mission
It's in doing one makes a difference..

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Geremia Mar 21, 2016

Flowers at a Funeral Parlor

DANCE MACABRE

Flowers at a Funeral Parlor:

the pungent odor of carnations
and the sickening decay of roses
that have had their day
no bouquet can stop
the lingering formaldehyde
from breaking through
to the Chanel Number 5….
an open casket emits
an odor of its own
and the mix is the Maker
of Nightmares of the Living Dead

Richard for Joe

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judyanne Mar 21, 2016

Donald Trump

Discern each day the red-eyed raven
obfuscate the truth
now's the time we need be brazen and
all hail our white supremacy
lock out, dismiss unholy heathen
divine is the fruit of the pure

Trumpet thunder, scream and shout
raise your right hand high and claim to
under the guise of a different holocaust
make America great again
pardon me, I want to puke

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Barbara Writes Mar 20, 2016

Gold Digger

I'm not saying she's a gold digger,
but the gold in her mouth didn't
get there miraculous.

I'm not saying she's a gold digger,
but the abundance of gold jewelry
in her boudoir didn't get their by chance.

I'm not saying she's a gold digger,
but the gold Mercedes she drive
didn't come from the land of oz.

I'm not saying she's a gold digger,
but the gold trimming on her white house
and picket fence didn't fall from heaven
like manna.