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Barbara Writes Jun 22, 2012

Emotional Eruptions

every time i think 
we are cool
you say the meanest things
you make my cry out
in classic blues
of a busted heart

you must know and time
my change of attitude
when you are nice to me
with a drop of nastiness
to make me aware
of your long standing
disguise rsentment
so well in you peace offerings

oh you are so clever
waiting for me to complain 
about things you know i hate
while pretending to be unaware
of things i find annoying

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Tommi Cordial Jun 21, 2012

There

Sitting in my study,
smiling peacefully in my chair,
to the rapping of the neighbors son, downstairs
Smiling cuz his rapping took me to a special place.
A place where I am young, like him,
and had to be misplaced.

Misplaced because my rocking,
made my parents feel encaged.
They'd run me out the house,
but in the driveway I would rave.

Singing loudly metal jams,
my hands in fists of rage
Banging my head, screaming, rocking,
Having my own way

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Geremia Jun 21, 2012

A LONGING : Italian/ English

'NA MALINCONIA

Mi viene mo’ ‘na malIiconia
'na voglia forte e profonda
Come un Incanto spietato
di fantasmi che s’aggirano
attorno a me.
e mi porta ad un altro sogno.

Voglio tornare a casa.
vedere un solo momento
con tutti i cuori che
battevono uno
e che no battono di piu’

LONGING

I have a longing sharp and deep
a haunting unforgiving and clear
that bleeds my “soul”
and brings me to another dreaming.

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docmaverick Jun 21, 2012

Of You, I Feel the Warm.

You returned most unwittingly
baring your soul and your arm,
while I saw clouds, you tried on shrouds
never meaning any harm;

I think of you, I feel the warm;

I think of you and feel the warm.

~

Ships always pass, but the neglected mass
never knows to question, "why?"

I really wish I knew, what am I to do?
When together if we could fly;
we'd touch the ceiling of the sky!

~

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Roscoe Lane Jun 21, 2012

Boxed in...

Boxed in…

The glass ceiling cracked but I didn’t win a thing,
our productions late with all aspects that flattered.
The tea lady walks behind those b’s that sting,
direction was only given to those who mattered.

There I stood in a room full of middles,
jagged corners a noun but only just.
At the table a guardian angel fiddles,
with his crotch, zip covered in dust.

W
WonderGolly Jun 20, 2012

Destiny’s Train

Although we know not
The destination it is headed
We recklessly jump on board
Destiny’s speeding train
Hoping to escape the throes of the rain

Now here the train comes to a stop
Yet we cannot stay
The ground is overly hot by day
Like a volcano’s heat
Step after step, kissing our feet,
As we labour vainly without sit

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Geremia Jun 20, 2012

HEART OF CHALK [Italian/ English]

CUORE DI GESSO

Avvicinati.
Vieni
ancora piu’ presso
a me.
Vedi nell’anima mia,.
Cuore di gesso.
Sa’ cos’è ammazzare,

HEART OF CHALK

Come closer
Come closer still.
Look into my soul.
Heart of chalk,
Know what it is to kill.

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loved Jun 20, 2012

teenager single mom

teenager single mom
How is the kid?
love him
many women hanker
in the twilight for they desire
to see the sunrise effect
from last night's sojourn
but we can't reconcile
where the manliness of man has gone
and
left her warmed up oven forlorn
the morn of a dying kind surfaces
when most go in for IVF,
at least small mercies
God's gift
at times prove best
see the sun as a rising one,
its setting too somewhere 'tis true
but a positivity

S
scribbler Jun 20, 2012

"VIRGIN" WOODS

It's not as hot beneath the shade
of these old sentinel trees.
And cooler than out in the glade
where blazing sun defeats the breeze.

Yet these are hardly virgin woods.
too many hints of old farm days,
A silent silo stands and broods
where dairy cattle used to graze.

Low terraces still run the hill
from back when cotton ruled the land.
I guess the farmers lost their will
then left their empty house to stand.

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Rula Jun 20, 2012

Heart's Dues (Rhyme Crimes WS assign.3)

You said you'll pay my heart its due,
and fill it up with life-new,
but all you bid already I knew,
no sun or air nor drops of dew.

Understand my heart, be considerate.
Don't hesitate,come on now.
Underhand moments let's forget.
Compensate what's lost, it's never late.

It's you who'll bring my heart the joys,
rejoice the broken hearts' reunion,
when soon you give my heart its justice,
just away from pride and prejudice.