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barbsdad2003 Jul 23, 2007

America

God bless America,
Home of the brave and free …

And of a governmental
Bureaucracy

That does not give a damn
About dear you or me,

And that casts quite far and wide
Environmentally

The pronounced effects of
Toxic nuclear debris.

(See my poem Arlington and its following comments for background on this piece.)
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poet_inside Jul 23, 2007

On Her Own

Standing in the cold

She was only 15 years old

Looking at a house

She used to call home

Her life had changed

No matter the pain

She had to move on

He mom wasn’t there

Her dad so far away

She knew little of life

But had to make it work

Day to day

She pushed on

Hopeing it would change

But mom never called

Ans her dad couldn’t find her

She was too ashamed

She met a guy

And didn’t push away

For years

She endured

What no one should

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SAKTHEEE2007 Jul 23, 2007

LIFE

                                  LIFE

   Will it continue? or

  will it go to end?

 Where is the starting point?

 I can try to know but

My destined destination….?

A day may dawn with feasts and glee  and

the next day may dawn reverse to that day before

Titles,car buildings will come up to…?

Girls, money and sex up to…..?

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Quillsvein1 Jul 22, 2007

blind

i hold the blue shadow
of your pale fists
inside me
a bruised map of your
angry dreams, sitting
quietly within a
numb funhouse of rage
sliding on the
battered orchestra of
your tense veins, ready
to strike again with
my teary eyeballs
in these pink knuckles,
never sure
when or whom you
hit, only that
i will be here blind
as we both swell shut

LC
Lenny of Cohen Jul 22, 2007

Coma

All she can do
is sleep away
the world
not noticing
the solar eclipses
passing by

On her bed
resting from
her weariness

she watches
her
violent childhood
painting unwanted
memories
on the hospital wall

her mind has become
an overgrown garden
suffering
from years
of parental neglect

all alone she lies
on her bed
like a proud Christ
she hides not from
her haunted and violent
childhood

LC
Lenny of Cohen Jul 22, 2007

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

I’m down
my words
are
badly dressed

my thoughts keep on
getting bad reviews

I get mistaken for
a second rate clown

I’m in need
of the exit door

I have to escape
from the karma police
they are trying
to frame me
for someone
elses life crimes

I smile on the surface
to try and buy some time
but the karma police
are’nt going
to change their mind

I am guilty
in their eyes
they want my confession
for me to welcome
their oppression

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poetryman Jul 22, 2007

Multi Titles See Below

Bathroom Visitor

 

A horsefly

travels the world

of my bathroom.

Stops at the kitty litter box

on occasion for refueling.

One thousand round trips

including the bathtub area,

and buzzes past the toilet bowl.

Steady pilot, good mileage.

Frequent flier miles.

I swat his journey to an

abrupt end.

 

-2007-

 

 

Lost in a Distant Harbor

 

Love,

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SAKTHEEE2007 Jul 22, 2007

SEDUCE ME

SEDUCE ME

 

Seduce Me!

It is enough my darling
Blood and stains are everywhere
My present memories are too bitter
Seduce me to forget all these litters

I feel bad here to stay for a long
None is here to heal other’s pains
Jungle lives are laughing and smiling
On other’s wounds and tears
How can I be here for a long?

S
SAKTHEEE2007 Jul 22, 2007

LOVE

                                               LOVE

It is a hot summer there is no water in the streams .only dried grasses were found

Though it is thick forest the sun’s attracity iwas very cruel.

They are slowly comming  in search of water. due to their long walk both of them were

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tomasocarthaigh Jul 22, 2007

The Great Mc Gonagle

The Great Mc Gonnagle!

William “Topaz” Mc Gonnagle was poet from Dundee, who discovered he could make a rhyme at the grand old age of 52 or so.

He considered himself second to Shakespeare in Britian, and it will be of no surprise that he was of Irish stock to have a neck to make a claim such as that considering the quality of the verse he wrote.