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Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising.
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to reach that height when he needs some time in the skies to hide him from deeply diving down in abyss with the criminal minded,
Around town thinking his fates decided,
One time to try and escape is worth trying.
Break these chains that he's been confined in.
Deep blue sirens penetrating silence.
Skies are private and safe to lye in, the place between land and space divided.
Like sea side beaches thats seemed inviting then beached and breach by fleets of Vikings.
I need some time away from these pirates.
Pilot my own plane off of this island.

The man in the sky where the sun is shining.
Every cloud has a silver lining
Looks down to earth where the buildings blind him.
He closes his eyes and hopes for sight again.
Then a bright light flash dilates his irises.
Opens his mind his ideas ignited with fuel for the fires of the world's environment.
He looks for the best in people entirely and feels stomach acid burning deep inside his ribs.
Hybrids living off the cheaper cider with red dots for a sniper shot.
Rifling through timeless lots, got police men tying these wired knots tighter.
The cirlces tightening, ducking and diving, that life was tiring.
The ground force fighting, cross firing.
Suicidal minds and types who keep trying.
Friends keep dying and fools keep lying, lining their pockets with tools and your diamonds.
Thats why I left that life behind climbing the steps and headed for the skies for some quiet time.
Titan the Pisces I'm buying time for this man in the sky, three flats high.
He left his life behind but didn't die.
Just moved on finally finding his feet now his appetites ideally gaining weight from more to eat.
Bored of walking the streets so he's flying the sky line striking like lightening bolts on dark nights.
Past paying for his crimes from a past life.
Its a hard knock life we all cry.
We all pay a price but we gotta survive.
Lets high five.
Listen and follow good advice.
Its wise.
Its all life.
Swallow pieces of pie, fly and get by, flee or fight, look to the sky and take flight for a birds eyes surveillance.
It's all solar from the lows to the highs.
Strong minded.
One time confined in sun shine to unwind.
Thug life sometimes just right and stuck like bee honey.
And life's as funny as Nick Trims old skool vs mumble rap like P Money.

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ALL IS WELL



When lattice of tears dampen gloomy nights,
Cutting through a ragged shade, a moondust black
Remember me as your protective harbor , a sanctuary
With gentle arms outstretched which understand
Those woeful cries howling a bullied refrain—
For I’ll serenade you with this assurance… never fear
Until  eve’s warm pillow lays itself down;
Then remember me in this unkind world… all is well--
My whisper hums,’ Dear son… you are not alone.”


For Silent One's Contest: Nine lines to let them know 
everything will be fine     7/26/2018

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Do You Need Some Pixie Dust

Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am the catalyst for happiness today.
She ate breakfast with the Nymph family,
And they laughed about silly stuff,
But no people.
She watched Lila Leprechaun’s Lilliput dance,
And she clapped and clapped while
Mama Leprechaun took care of the
Unhappy baby. Baby calm. All is well.
Faerie Fun was soon skipping
Up the walk to the most challenging
House of all.
Change your attitude! She warned herself.
Change your attitude!
Her jaw was clamped tightly shut now, and she 
Was already filled with dread.
Pixie Dust! Her internal voice yelled. NOW!
The sparkly particles surrounded her, and settled down all over her, calming her instantly, and
Changing her attitude from not-so-great to wonderful.
Before she left Grump-Eater’s house, he gave her a long, lingering hug.  No one gets me like you, he said.
Progress at last.
Sometimes it is simply a matter of us changing our attitude.

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I Was A Sitting Duck

I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It took me way out to sea.
I went under quickly, poor little me.

But a dolphin came along and gave me a push.
That old water threw me up in a whoosh.
I found myself all safe and sound.
To say thanks I looked all around.
But the dolphin was gone with a flip and a wink,
And I resumed washing dishes in our old kitchen sink.

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I Had An Alien For Two Weeks

I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important it is to keep her earth-visit quiet from the masses.

I nibbled on the cracker nervously, wondering how long I would be stuck
Wearing this smelly fur suit, dragging this ugly super long tail?
Praying that Shark, my killer cat was out hunting somewhere else.
Poof! I was back in my normal body. 

What other talents do you have? I asked my alien friend.
Not in words because aliens from the two-galaxies-over talk in thoughts.
I am a tripartite, she tele-pathed to me.  
What’s that?

Her body immediately transmogrified into three separate, untouching-pieces.
Before I could close my shocked wide-open mouth, she had transmuted back into one complete alien.
Can you disappear? I asked her.
That was the last I ever saw of her.

Some days, however, I feel that she is here, invisible, watching me, 
On those days, I wonder if I am going to find
Myself munching on a cracker.

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Scared Of Her Uniqueness


she was a mess
people were scared
of uniqueness

she did not care
lived by her heart
knew herself well

people jumped back
friends delighted
family annoyed

followed her rules
lived her own dreams
happy magnet

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Would You Still Love Me If

Would you still love me if I killed your leg?
If I cut it off and baked it, would you still love me?
If I served it to you, and you got mad cow, would you still love me?
Would you still love me if I went after your other leg?

Written  12-17-2018        Contest: Would  you still love me
                      Sponsor:  Edward Ibeh

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Ghost Fun

ghost cameras
	recording spirits.
			Sure….

ghost riders
        	galloping entities
			okay….

ghost dancers
	shaking their booties
			What booties?

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Gathering Dust

                                                                                 * 
It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal             *
His soft style, hair neatly combed, engrossed in reading poetry…
Pubescence slumped around me, nodding off, slowly being lulled...
Young minds. filled with clutter, gathering dust, from ancient stories

With glittering eyes, he read each verse                 *    *
The soft, eager voice, that stroked each word…
He would wait, on occasion, to look around the room  *
With wistful hope, I would suppose, to reach one heart, one soul

At the start of the class, I had been watching the clock
But, as I sat more enraptured, time just seemed to stop…
I turned the pages, one by one …and slowly fell in love

The beauty of old words, drifted through the stuffy air
Like the gathering of dust motes, glittered, hanging in suspension
Filtered in the angled light, of the afternoon’s warm detention
Sun filtered through window glass,…while voice of bliss droned on…. 

My heartbeat sped, with growing passion
I restrained my hands from reaching,… grabbing                 *
To catch each word, and keep them captive…
Dust motes, and words, were spinning around                             *
I was head over heels…for my substitute teacher…
I was head over heels for an old man named Longfellow….
Thirteen years old, I loved two older men….

Fell in love with the classics,....on a mid-day afternoon
                  While gathering dust, and the magic of words




……………………………………….
For the Contest: "Gathering Dust"
Sponsored by John Lawless

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A letter

I wrote you a letter, 
and then another letter,
and another, and another,
until I wrote you a word. 

So I wrote you a word,
and then another word, 
and another, and another, 
until I wrote you a sentence. 

So I wrote you a sentence, 
and then another sentence, 
and another, and another, 
until I wrote you a letter. 

I hope it finds you as I found you. 

Yours truly, 
Yours, truly.

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The empty words

 Desperate.. how can you be with someone and not love them. Desperate.. your heart is empty. Are you lonely? Desperate.. is it true? A shallow word? An empty meaning? Desperate..Desperate..Desperate, is it a rumor, the spread of words that ruin lifes. Am i invisable? I'm here. Standing in front of you. Maybe my glasses are blocking your view. I can change.. I'm not desperate. I'm in love, but then again what is love? An empty word. An empty meaning.. A rumor? 

a poem by LeannW.Brown

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At 13 Only Feeling Shame

At 13 Only Feeling Shame

At 13 a child,her innocence by two taken
Teenage years should,have had  been fun
Instead, begining to the end , life forsaken
And her first year,away she tried to run

At 13,as an adult she was forced to become
When she first learned,to how hide her shame
While away from herself, she wanted to run
Away from sorrow,away from the blame

At 13,was an important lifetime  milestone
A year as a teen, memories were to be pure
Other's faults, she would claimed as her own
Missing her youth, she could never recapture

At 13 feelings felt, no one ever  should
Shame,insecure,impure,blame,grief 
Told she was the devils daughter, no good
To mold a young mind,it became her belief

Man's pleasure her reasoning, to be on earth
So many secrets, all she forever had to keep
One more thing, to tally up as her true worth
Never once to speak on it ,not one peep

Internalizing it all, keeping all to herself
Innocent child,backed up against a wall
Fear,unloved,loathing added to feelings wealth
Trusting none,just wanting to end it all

One year at 13, longest in life to ever live
A day felt a week,a week a month ,a minute an hour
A year felt like, her life she would  give
Yet at 13, she learned survival was her power

All of this in just one year!
At 13 her first teenage year!

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Suicide

Death
Depression
And You, Suicide
I cry
But
I don’t cry an ocean
I cry
But I don’t cry a river
I cry
But you can’t see my tears
Because
You don’t know that I cry
One tear
For
My mom’s dead body
One tear
For 
My brother’s blood
One tear
For
My dad’s knife
And one tear
For
You
I yearn to reach
You
The tips of your hair
Just out of my reach
I hate you
Because
You only love those who
Bleed and cry
Bleed and cry
Bleed and cry
Drop
Drop
One tear 
For
My mom’s dead body
One tear
For
My brother’s blood
One tear
For
My dad’s knife
And one tear
For 
You
How I wish I could hug
You
In your cold embrace
I hate you
Because 
You only take those who
Grieve and sigh
Grieve and sigh
Grieve and sigh
Gone
Gone
One life
For 
My mom’s dead body
One life
For my brother’s blood
One life 
For 
My dad’s knife
Millions of lives
For
You
You don’t realize the people you’ve
Taken
In your rigid, soft fingers
I hate you
Because
You only want those who
Grin and lie
Grin and lie
Grin and lie
Smile
But I’m done
And I won’t smile
I won’t hide your attempts
Of stealing my life
You’re in my
Head
And you need to
Go
Go
Go
Away
Take your weapons and 
Go
Go
Go
Away
Your pills
Your blades
Your guns
Your ropes
I want to leave
Go
Go
Go
Away
But your pain is my addiction
And I can’t
Stop
Go
Go
Go
Away
I want to see you
Dance
I want to see you
Sing
But sometimes
I want to see you
Die
Like the lives
You took 
When you lured them
In
In
In
Your arms
I want to stop this suffering
But we love you

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What am I

No one has seen me,
They have looked. 
So long I've waited,
So long I've hooked,
A piece of my soul,
To drops of loneliness;
A piece of my soul,
To lines of deadlines.

The rain is falling,
Water drowns the room.
The sky has waited,
For our certain doom.
To bring us down,
And clean the world,
Of those who were worth this,
And those who weren't.

I am stuck inside my mind,
No one around, I'm left behind.
Left in the dark, being consumed,
Of what is gone, of what is blue.

No one has seen me,
They have looked,
So long I've held on,
So long I've hooked,
A piece of me,
For what I atone,
So what I really am,
Is I'm alone.

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Relatives Re-inact A Romantic Reconciliation

Oh, yes, Darling! Please meet me up the street, in fifteen minutes, right past the old tan house with that porch, bamboo.
We need to talk about things, you and me, without your mean relatives, and that includes your cousin Ted Stew.
I’d gladly trade this car for a completely untarnished marriage certificate, cleaned out of the day-old flu.
But, fiance’, dearest, you have yet to show me your love nest, your side honey, or your super-secret tattoo,
So now that you realize I might cost you money, you love me forever, and think you can let go and forget the Queen of Vooody-Voo- Doo?
Sure, Sweet Darling. Being pre reasonable, I would certainly like to review our marriageable status, and begin trusting you anew.
Of course, we had better hurry, so we get this trust thing sorted, and my family decides to re-include you,
I do not think any love-you-forever ceremony, fancy hall, or wedding vows I will seriously pursue.
If you decide to take the challenge, there on the steps wearing their juiciest smiles, are my mother, Grandma Kell and cousin Lou.
Sure, they do all have guns, permits, frying pans, and razors. Confidentially, they’re in a hum dinger of a stew about you too.
What more can I do, Sugar Bear? I’ve led you right to them, right up these pretty blue and white steps, and frankly, honey, it’s the best thing I could ever do.
So saying, I guess all my relatives are ready to talk and slap and pinch and punch, and fight and scrap, and kick, because they’re sort of mad you made me so blue.
Bye, Sweetie. I’m off for the weekend with my new honey, Rick, a gentle, kind, God-fearing man, who doesn’t want to stick around to see what they’re going to do.

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A Simple Hamburger If You Please

Sure.
Ketchup.
Pickle
Horseradish too.

Mayo 
Lettuce?
That’s up to you.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?

A touch of butter
A slab of bacon.

Please put them on 
If mine you’re making.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?

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Say it

You knew
He liked you,
He expressed
But never said.

On social media
He followed,
Every picture was saved
that you upload.

He practiced a lot
for final meet,
So, that he could make you listen
his heart beat.

He trapped by his own
stupid dual thoughts,
Risk of loosing you as a friend
motivated him, not to propose.

Unspoken words,
would be better to say,
Otherwise, it will be,
too late........

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The Last Show

The stage was so spectacular I had to wear my glasses.
They only let a handful in with extraordinary passes;
written in a scripted font and lined with foiled gold,
for those of us who had one, they were something to behold.

The gullible sat waiting for the buffoonery to start;
the ratings in the papers were completely off the chart.
Some had heard of wonder, that it cured them of depression;
many left in disbelief; it made quite an impression.

The crowd began to stir with a ubiquitous roar of chatter,
every person in the house was pondering the matter,
when suddenly the room went dark and everyone was still.
With widened eyes and racing heart, I hoped it'd fit the bill.

A man appeared larger than life amid a frightening scene,
his head was framed in rising flames that billowed smokey green.
He shouted at the crowd and we all shuddered as he glared,
he asked a volunteer to approach if any of us dared.

A dreadful fright took hold of us as we all sat there in fear,
my spine seemed to be paralyzed while others shed a tear.
The air became uncomfortable as the man began to rage,
and that is when a young girl stood and walked toward the stage.

The crowd let out a gasp as she climbed the center stairs.
We hoped that she would stop as we stayed glued to our chairs.
She stood before the giant man who said with a deep voice:
"Who sent you to me?" and she replied, "I come to you by choice."

While several of us fainted, the man became perplexed.
He seemed to lose control and suddenly was vexed.
This wasn't what he planned and the show was off the script,
he stuttered and he stammered as the situation flipped.

"How dare you show me disrespect!" he said through smokey haze,
but the young girl stood in bold defiance of his fiery blaze.
She spoke to him with empathy and stared with caring eyes,
"I think this front you've shown to us is nothing more than lies."

He couldn't think of what to say, she'd called him on his bluff,
the tension cracking through the room was now more than enough;
the man let out a tired gasp as the smoke and flame went out,
he softened up his voice with no more reason left to shout.

"You're right," he said in solemn tones,"You've seen through my disguise,
I've never had this happen though I've had so many tries."
He turned to the astounded crowd and said "I'm from Topeka"
and ended the last show he did by shouting out "Eureka!"

Written: 05.17.18
Joined: 05.17.18
The first poem submitted: This one - The Last Show

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My Bio Poem from Caren

Caren
Creative, Empathetic, Respectful, Helpful
Wife of Joe, mother of Angela, Tracy, and Susie, 
Mother-in-law of Josh and Andy,
Grandma of Emily, Cali, Molly, Tony, Jack, Josie, Lucy, Daisy, Max and Johnny.
Lover of children, dogs, and family.
Who feels joy, excitement, and amused.
Who needs people, work, and love.
Who gives happiness, soft words, and tender touches.
Who fears violence, anger, and rage.
Who would like to see the world assimilate as one.
Resident of Kansas
Krutsinger

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The F Poem

Five 
Fancy
Fleshy
Foxy
Friends
Followed
Feather-like
Finery
For
Fun-filled,
Flashy
Farfetched
Floppy
Flip-flops
Forever
Flowered.

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The Dreaded Language


Pi
What statistics?
What trigonometry?
Geometry bamboozles me
The math language completely shuts me down.
Pre-algebra breaks my brain waves.
Please let’s not speak of these
Crazy math terms.
Pi

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A Young Bully Named

There once was a bully named Jim.
He made people cry on a whim.
He was big, bad and mean
And had a name-calling machine,
because he was not very smart, this man, Jim.

There once was a bully named Thad.
He called names and pulled hair, when mad.
We made him our pal,
And he said, "you guys are a wow!"
And he changed his whole attitude and was glad.


There once was a bully named Day.
He did everything to keep people away.
We ignored his bad side,
which he soon learned to hide.
Our new friend, who now liked to play.

Best 7Th Grade Poems | Poetry

The Best 7Th Grade Poems

NOW I LAY ME

What Is Stopping You

My Girl

Birds eye self surveillance

ALL IS WELL

Do You Need Some Pixie Dust

I Was A Sitting Duck

I Had An Alien For Two Weeks

Scared Of Her Uniqueness

Would You Still Love Me If

Ghost Fun

Gathering Dust

A letter

The empty words

At 13 Only Feeling Shame

Suicide

What am I

Relatives Re-inact A Romantic Reconciliation

A Simple Hamburger If You Please

Say it

The Last Show

My Bio Poem from Caren

The F Poem

The Dreaded Language

A Young Bully Named