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Roscoe Lane Aug 15, 2014

Decades of Dishonour

Decades of Dishonour,

We stick a poppy in our coats,
then tell stories of the brave.
Might as well have cut their throats,
if it’s murder that we crave.

I watch this human charade,
all with medals on their chest.
A bloody claim so falsely made,
might as well wear a string vest.

None of those celebrating were keen,
to stand entrenched with the men.
How different it might have been,
if we could visit hell again.

lovedly Aug 15, 2014

Grief In Brief (ONE MUST READ POEM

When sadness
shears the heart
we must share grief
let it be brief,
suffering extends
unless pain
you relieve

so shed a tear if you wish to
then move on
as one day
you will too be gone
as the next wind
like a gush comes along

take not to heart
the sadness
we all are part
of the same coin

birth and death
are the verse and obverse
of one and the same

in such moments
ones family do join
remember the good ones
who gave you
maximum fun

Rula Aug 15, 2014

A Letter to Gaza's Conqueror

Your way to Gaza' is too long;
it won't be fun to go along,
it isn't yours, you don't belong,
but she's my song, but she's my song,

The people there do not feel fear.
They don't have swords nor have a spear,
but they have faith that shows so clear
give me your ear, give me your ear.

Wherever you tread, find a thorn;
an ironed heart, a heavy stone,
that will cause you a lot of moan,
of this I warn, of this I warn.

Esker Aug 15, 2014

''''''''''''''''''''''''''''what, A want'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

I, and They.
We sit with rain upon the roof, trundling in waves
steady like the arriving,
steady like the leaving.

No one fighting front to front
over lines that are not even
existant

as sure though as our distance

feel them watching
and i'm tired unsure
so show
i'm uncaring

i want the rain on my shoulders
sure as the all broken
i accept as tokens

acceptance too real a cost
a world
i never lived
but thrived to own
a silver town
in a snow globe

Ian.T Aug 14, 2014

Where to start.
Hack at my thoughts,
drive me to out places.
Slur my speech,
drown my sorrows.
Crap let me smile!
Jump inside,
this gilded cage,
bars that bend,
nothing can hold me.
Your fire scorched me.
A path never trodden,
go to hell, I will walk away.
Take all, you slobber,
away with false truths,
I am free, yet tethered.
Your tongue still moves,
wrapping me tight.
Friends cry my name,
if only they could feel,
the pain of the years.

lovedly Aug 14, 2014

All eyes on me

Just so beautiful...

eyes are windows
through which you see...
they also show...
smile across the window...
all passersby will know...
that empty eyes love do blow

let all know
the eyes when they glow
or the final word they
all know

whistle me not,
no more
my eyes now don’t see nor show
and
all light has gone
like the whistling wind
all must know

alidzain Aug 14, 2014

Confession of A Cheese Addict

My romance with cheese
started in my youth,
eating sandwich in peace,
it keeps my spirit aloof.

One bite and my heart is taken,
my taste buds do so agree.
It feels like the bliss in heaven,
is reaching out to touch me

It blends well in pizzas,
it tastes good, eaten with rice.
It brings beauty to lasagnas
It's irresistable, I'm hooked for life!

I can never get enough of it,
this I do confess!
Call me a fan, an addict,
I couldn't care less!

Rula Aug 14, 2014

Deaf, Blind, and Mute (edited)

version 2 (the edited version)

If we could speak,
we'd tell
how bad it is
to smell
corpse's remnants
left down
to rot under walls
broken.

If we could listen,
we'd tell
how woeful it is
to hear
children's laughter
shelled with bombs
and in cold blood
stolen.

If we could see,
we'd tell
how many tears
and more fears
are yet to born
while innocent dreams
fallen.

Esker Aug 14, 2014

FHALLION

falling
bitter
tested angry

this wretch
this crutch

the shattered
table
this light with
its touch

how i hated
how i waited
and now
arrivals
landing

like rains of darkness
filling up the screwed up
years
a life full of boxes
and dress shirts
of summer

the pockets of
bus slips
receipts and all
the numbers
of the lookers
and the gawkers

the looters and the
jackals

Barbara Writes Aug 14, 2014

Middle East in America

Palestinian neighbors Post to twitter
about America's racial conflict
twitter tips to deal with tear gas
dispersed in Ferguson Missouri.

Peaceful protest turned war zone
media detained harassed for no reason
police, riot officers, swat team, military trucks
it's like Middle East fighting in America.

The president has been brief
Militarized county police
Protestors chant
Tear gas and rubber bullets fired
Molly cocktail become fire bombs
War zone in Ferguson

State police take charge