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WHY I LOVE THE COLD by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
Prayer of the Small Mighty by J., Jonathan
Tell Me by Hansel, Sabrina Niday
FRESH AIR by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
THE SENTRY by Larson, Paula
All Aboard:: by Aircraft Carrier B, Poetry

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Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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All Aboard::

It’s time to board the Aircraft Carrier
You are welcome to step inside
Flying like a nitrous boosted harrier
That’s zooming down a greased up slide

The destroyer lurks on the horizon
We ready the poetic torpedo 
In time for our dramatic liaison
Which will increase our verbal libido 

I hope you look forward to reading our works 
To bask in our poetic manner
Our ponderings have already irked
But our syntax is strong like an angry Bruce Banner

We will not be silenced by the Soup
We will stand tall to carry Aircraft 
We will sometimes fly a loop-the-loop
We will poke you with our poetic shaft

Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Year Posted 2013

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Posed such, in its formidable array
would guess that all protection in refer
not deem my soul respectively, relay
but from some archway's character of serve!

That guard of my esteem, not turning gray
is from some inner peace, not just of nerve
the loyalty I've bridged by my own stay
now chances not its entry as conserve.

For naught the times, nor beckoning's concur
that shoulder decorated stood its ground,
some rite of passage, measures not impure
or guesses at my fancy, or my frowned!

How steady in some answer of reserve
would guarantee its effort, so unbound,
that resolution's comfort not deserve
or its entailment daily ne'er impound!

Is freedom such an answer, I not need
when life holds such encumbrance up her sleeve,
prescribe me not, in entities concede
but brave begot ~ a childhood of bereave!

The Sentry, grasp the plot ~ remit, receive
to bear it all, a blossom of Faith's core
that from behind, attacks are so conceive
the narrowing's remind, an open door!

The harrowing of purging not refined
a net of undeniable content,
the message straight from cowardly assign
and from its framework, instigates resent!

That Hell be guarded once, and so confined
the nature of the whore that so compels,
is tempting of man's nature, so inclined
and reconciles its effort, "all is well!"

And so it be, prerogative regress
is functioned only lightly to incline
to rob my thought, my enemies redress
and matter less, to only spend my time!

Forfeits agenda, reconciles, climbs
that merit of dissension leaves encore,
all but that host's dimension steeps unbind
revolving with ascension ~  perish more ~

And tumbles its direction ~ out of line!

To be continued ~ The Sentry Rhymes ~ Dangerous times.

Note ~ Guard duty is one of the most sensitive, and loyal of commitments.
Such as that of a noble entity, a queen, an endangered person, or even
a family, spouse, children.  Today our protection needs to be more loving,
more personal & caring, not back turning, and avoiding.  Our own National
Guard need to be here, at home, on board, with their reason intact, and not
forged from some idealistic, protectionist bourgeois ~ needing to be
everywhere else!  

Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2013

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need to get out
no doudt
take a break
it kept s me awake
so i go too the root
and toot
walk and stare

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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 your wear 
you look like a bear
you walk and talk
 shop   and hop
kiss hhug in aparking lot
and have  acuor soup bold

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

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Prayer of the Small Mighty

Do as you do 
Let live what lives
Push as you push
He breaks as you give 

A poisonous lead sits in his pit
He has been here before
Of this he is sick
Through fire and flame, droplet 
and 'cane
He has been here before
Has borne such pain

Again and again
He may crack or shatter
O'er and o'er
He has no say in the matter

Do as you do
And let live what lives
Push as you push
But he breaks as you give

Silence will he breathe,
And tall standing be. 
Strong as steel and of finest 
Has been since but a mere boy. 
Feathered within, as cancellous 
He begs for relief from this 
relentless hone. 

Come now and comfort,
For the storm is gone. 
Come now and comfort,
I will move on. 

Come now and comfort
This small child in me. 
Come now and comfort, 
Stop my trembling.

Copyright © Jonathan J. | Year Posted 2014

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Muscle Envy Animus

When I was a child, I played under sky
Climbing trees for mangoes high
Or chasing after a butterfly
I’d call my sis, but she’d only sigh
For she preferred to stay indoors
Playing with dolls, she was such a bore!

For dolls and tea sets I did not care
But I had a single teddy bear
Dragged around by his scruffy brown hair
He joined in my games of seek and dare
Lego blocks, we agreed, were the toys
Starting school, I was one of the boys.

But in the rough and tumble of play
Emerged the true colors of the day
With my thoughts in a sex disarray
I blamed mother and to her I did say
Why oh why, did you make me a girl?
Child, at God, your angst you should hurl!

So with my creator I went on a tirade
All words of praise were put on blockade
I was a club when I should have been a spade!
How could the ‘all knowing’, my soul, abrade?
Silently warring, I plotted plans so animus
On how I could live, anima-minus!

Resolved, I played as hard as the males
The challenge was in the hills and dales
All fine till puberty tipped the scales
And muscle envy became a part of my tale
How easy for them came the strength
While I had to work at such lengths

To this day I still work to preserve
The little of muscle I was served
Both loving and hating it, I observe
The fine and the brutish with verve
For many a well-muscled fellow
Turned a beautiful bull, not mellow

That striated skeletal fibrous cell 
Condemning the weaker half to sell
The strong playing tunes from hell
So I guard my animus very well
It is a most precious half of me
To fight off the many bullies I see.

I am still at war with my maker
I ponder centuries of such stinkers
No end to the number of takers
All male, from philosophers to bakers!
And the greatest fable conceived
Of the evil that was dear oh deary, Eve!

So I’ll say my prayers out in nature
And no preacher but truth I’ll nurture
Animus preserve in girls for the future
For boys are still programmed to torture
I pray for mothers who had no choice
As life’s bearers, why, the null voice?

(5/20/2016 - Munaajaat with Marsiya rhyme stanzas)

Copyright © San Woo | Year Posted 2016