2016 Poems

July 2016

You pushed me over the cliff’s edge,
eager to watch me fall.
Instead I flew
and you
were never filled
with such regret.

July 4 2016

Memory of my grandson at 6 years old

July 4th 2016

cache extra cuteness
courting field of coneflowers
purple purity
cute as button upturned smile
stirs boy’s long hair and wild grass

Dear Mr President

Your country is hurting once more.
Blood is being spilled and 
fires are burning in the name 

of Nazi,
of white supremacy,
of fascism.

Where are your words of condemnation?
Where are your insightful tweets
of contempt?

One-hundred and forty characters 
is enough for you to speak against
nuclear weapons and immigration.

One-hundred and forty characters 
is all it takes for you to make
your

National Poetry Day 2016

National Poetry Day is over
Over two hours on the stage.
That's one hellova long time
For one of my advancing age.
This is the Poetry city.
The talent just abounds,
Mixing in the bars and pubs
With open mic music sounds.

They spruced up the Centre
Just for this event
(I sometimes worry at the wisdom
Of where the money went)
When they've replaced the paving

June 30 2016

The Cat in the Hat
 Is not fat
 The Cat in the Hat 
Is awesome like that!  

© From A Poet's Heart

We Are Not Islands : May 2016

We are not islands
We of the islands of N and Z placed together
There are three of us

If we were islands
We would lie in the sea
Sunbathing
Waves would lap over us
Playfully tickle our sandy shores
Crash against our rocky cliffs
Throw seaweed onto our beaches.
We would see each other
On the distant horizons on a clear day
We would never meet
Never

Election 2016 and 2024

there are no heroes anymore,
no one with that dream.
it has become a weapon
that kills when charisma ends.

there are no malcolm x's,
for we have found ourselves.
no johns or roberts to kill,
no kings to praise.

where are the people
in a world that sees no wrong,
in a candidate opening pandora's box,
to win his  throne?

Yesterday -- 2016, and Today -- 2021

Mike Pense
                     made sense

A Starry Night, 15 January 2016

A Starry Night
                       15th January 2016

	All is still as points of light descend
	To show the way to all that never was,
	The night becomes a confidante and friend
	Re-living all your feelings. Why? Because?
	A canvas

I Am Swayed,Palm Sunday 2016

Palm Sunday 2016_ I AM SWAYED

Dressed in white and black with wide smiling beams;
Oh! how I miss 2015, its palm and serenity_
2016! you see four corners of the colourful room
Childrens' ward is where thou shall be
Frowning at the challenges coming my way
Acceptance of ones life_is easy to say_
then peace shall come your way_
One year is

December Twenty-Seventh 2016

December Twenty-Seventh 2016
(My journey began)
Written: by Miracle Man
                     
This day, three years ago, I began a journey
that culminated with Sudden Cardiac Arrest
on New Years Day 2017.

God used Open Heart Surgery on December 29, 2016,
and three

Jan 9 2016

Date: Sat, Jan 9 2016 at 5:56 PM

So sick of these Lames
Im major Payne with the purple heart in Flames
To the cradle to the Grave
This rap game my parade my arcade
Stop throwing shade
You know the sun still in his Rays
Time to Glo like I'm in Glo Gang
I'm in my Glo in my Soul Plane
This the

How Times Have Changed

How Times Have Changed~

We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass!
Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets.
Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation.
When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually called each other on real phones!

Sadly, the deliciuis times of being together, are no longer here, 
And no, sorry! Facebook

2016 - Continuity

The men are not made by war,
But our Kingdom is always tore.
Why must we always hate?
Can we not have a different fate?

Revolution of the young,
Will bring about change - sure to come.
O where is the next silver tongue?
When they be found beat the drum-

Philip Sembert II

The 13 Months In 2016

2016 began on 8.13 and ended on 9.30 2017.
Betrayed and inhaling for the last 9 minutes,
My mother shooed with imaginary broom,
The puny demon trying in final futility
To misdirect her soul.
She breathed her last at 1800 or so.
Hail Marys pumping faster with each step toward God's Love. 
One thoughtful phone call no later than 1830, the

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