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Details | Free verse |

Catching Fire

Catching Fire
Some of us are watching the skies for works of fire
While some of us are quietly catching it.

Which are you?

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Justice league Is Major

Sure i hit hard, always shining like a star, i carry more pain than any man
I'm half metal, I'm prt metal too ever since I was knee high
Trust me i learned early, 11 mnths. i was walking and stomping by then

May i remind you I'm remaining silent, like Mirinda rights
... how she fixes things
And i tell you i still hit good with the pain 
And i know your blonde hair and your blue eyes
And I know the clue coming from Spain

Like I was nuesas, like I couldnt even respond to that comment - man!
And she's a diamond sparkling in my eye's when i tell her this
If I was'nt half metal I'd be hooked on that thing, still hooked

LIke them juices what you gonna do?
And your breast they're well formed I knew GOD knew what He was doing
And your face, let's just say that,  God gave you something to touch my mind with

I'm telling you it would be a pleasure just to be in a presence of a Beauty well
Like she was in the Palace, and The Princess, like she needed a KNight in Shining Armour
Like I was A-fraid, and THe ARMY be the Sword in my hand you bastard
And the dragon I be chasing after him, boy I ain't scared 
Bits and pieces of my song Justice league

Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |


Your own computer, where they should not go,
'tis your own place, your Heaven or your Hell
All sacred are the words they should not know,
Nor spy upon, some things you'd never tell.

The scum of life know secrets to the lock,
They play among your bits, yes ev'ry byte.
And troubled nights, not sleeping like a rock
You'll laugh it off, as just imagined plight.

But know you well, conspiracies they thrive,
from cyberspace, they bring you false alarm,
Intimidation keeps their cause alive
Their snooping's meant to bring you naught but harm.

If you've uneasy feeling someone's there
Then know you well, they're with us ev'rywhere.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 37

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36

All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean

Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean

At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

©  T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

District 13 Revolution

Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue

Some went north to imitate stars, 

knowing all to well they wouldn’t even make it to the stratosphere

A fire can’t breathe with no air

Ask that man in the alley why he has to shoot black skies into his veins to see them.

You probably have more in common than you might think.

Satellite transmissions making waves like the oceans they cover

Healthy food is expensive, while poison is damn near free!

There is a storm coming

Grab your blankets and I will tell you how it ends with a new beginning.

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme royal |


Take less, give more
Complain less, thank more
Hate less, love more
Fake less, be real the more .

Break less, mend more
Sick less, fit more
Play less, read more
Fail less, achieve more.

Detain less, retain more
Stain less, honor more
Raze less, build more
Less less, more plus.

Copyright © adedayo samuel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Few Words From Our Mother Earth

Don't call me by Rudia or Entland !
The Nile , Amazon and Ganga are all 
Are all my tears, that you see on your sand.
My Entlish! My Rudians ! To whom you call
"Mother"? . When 'twas I who did womb you both.
You are my lamb sons whom I love to sport.

Strick off your tiny indolent foul flags!
Don't breach your birth to create your new Mommy!
Don't ripple your kin's air to fly your rags!
Cast off my coincidence I fancy,
If you love what your narrow mind taught you.
And I'm here only to see what you do!

Isn't it a song if their tongue is foreign?
Or do they laugh when someone is no more?
How wise to sort out tears when their hearts rend?
How fool to mute your soul when their hearts sore?
Are not you born and raised on my same lap?
Ever had I failed on you for a nap?

Don't sing your premature foolish anthem.
Don't held high your head to prove your meanness.
Do go to woods, count thousand times your name
And be famed in whatever your way has.
But don't forget that you too are my son
And don't miss me when wounded by his bone.

1. Rudia - an imaginary country (for the fear of insult)
2.Entland -  an imaginary country. 
3. Rudians - people of Rudia 
4. Entlish - people of Entland
(The presentation is only the expression of free thoughts of the poet. The insults whatsoever assumed by the reader are their risk of being pessimistic. No claim for insult shall be entertained)

Copyright © Isor Chand | Year Posted 2017