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Christmas Wishes for You

For anyone struggling in the holiday season!!

Although there's nothing much that I could add
to all the Christmas wishes ever made,
I'll wish for you that traffic won't be bad
the day you shop and that you may get paid
some kind of Christmas bonus for a change,
and when beneath the mistletoe you stand,
I hope you're not approached by someone strange,
but rather by a stranger who is grand!
And should you be so childish (I mean bold)
to ice skate on a lake or board the snow,
I pray for you that you don't catch a cold
or break a leg as down some hill you go.
My wishes, like my gifts, are kind of cheap;
May faith in them require no giant leap!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011


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Donut Hole

Quatret Poetry Soup contest

Who can describe Nothing? 
Clue—it’s a little tricky to define. 
For you see, Nothing is Something. 
To disagree you should promptly decline.
If your notion is nothing is not anything,
That is somewhat asinine.

Take a donut hole for example.
Make sure my remarks sound snide.
Do not linger If the hole is ample 
For your finger to fitly abide. 
If so, the hole, your theory does trample. 
Has the donut now injured your pride?

I say holes are definitely something. 
I may step in a hole and break a leg. 
How could this be if the hole is nothing? 
This is my plea, kind Sir, I beg.
A hole is not Nothing—it’s Something.
An orifice is something in a keg. 


Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2015


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Husha Husha We All Fall Down



Husha husha we all fall down Gonna take you back a few years Everything was exciting and new Memories we all hold so dear First time riding a two wheel bike Mom thought we'd break a leg Climbing aboard some floating ice Painting some Easter eggs Our first encounter with puppy love That pretty young thing next door Sudden she's not just one of the guys Feelings never felt before An interview for our very first job Nervous with hair all slicked down Catching two people in the stock room Passionately messing around These things we all remember With fondness and tears in our eyes So sad we have to leave them behind These feelings you just can't buy Husha husha we all fall down These memories are so bittersweet They help us through the tough times Making our lives complete! © Jack Ellison 2013 Ring-a ring-a rosies A pocket full of posies Husha Husha We all fall down. The rhyme originated from the plague in London in 1665. The red rings on the skin were the first sign of the plague. The posies were the herbs and spices carried by people because they thought the disease was carried in the smell. The last part was when the person died. The rhyme continued to be used referencing small pox outbreaks, long after the Great Fire of London in 1666 burnt out the spread of plague.


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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My Idiom Oneliners Part 2

I noticed that the grass was always greener on the other side, as I made my way to the 18th hole and practiced my drive.

As I zip lined across with the greatest of ease, I finally noticed for the first time the forest for the trees.

That evening I again had to face the music, with baton in hand I tried not to lose it.

If my cat really has nine lives, why is he still roadkill up on the drive?

I finally threw in the towel as my washing machine let out a hungry growl.

I'd finally become a basket case as I stood before the judge with a can of mace.

We were all in the same boat, trying not to resort to cannibalism and to stay afloat.

I bit off more than I could chew, realizing this after the eating contest as I hurled and puked.

Before they went down the skiing slope, I told them to break a leg like a mindless dope.

The other day I finally went out on a limb, all the while thanking God I am pretty slim.

Haste makes waste unless you procrastinate.

They told me to keep my chin up or the the wound like a volcano would erupt.

Once more I knocked on wood, reading the "doorbell out of order" sign where I stood.

My parents always told me I had a one track mind, as I walked along the railroad tracks and read the railroad station sign.

They started dropping like flies having ignored the no fly zone sign.





Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016


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Opposites Attract

This is too easy a lemon couldn't squeeze he, the blind couldn't see free, I wouldn't want to be T, didn't break a leg I cracked my left knee, it's not good luck if you're as bad as can be, why would I be cool with all this hot energy, and don't take your time if my meetings at 3, just know i'm happy for you but more mad at me, worry bout it too much your mind it'll eat, if it's your fault take responsibility, oh my god, is wonderful and lovely... 

(P.S)
I wrote this poem in about 20 minutes with some tricky thinking on the sarcastic and opposite meaning phrases we say everyday and flipping them to the logic side.

I'm kind of a new poet but i'm learning the in's and out's to this pretty throughly. Hope you enjoy!



Copyright © Key V. | Year Posted 2016


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I Did It My Way

Did you hear my heartbeats like the soldiers, marchin’ on the notable night of March? It was thumpin’ with thunderin’ pride and victory once upon a time!  
Can you hear me echo my empathy in your direction or do you misinterpret it as an abhorrent and disgraceful crime?
My heart has been pumped up with glee when I saw you trainin’ by the sweat of your brow…
I didn’t even notice I was committin’ an act of hostility…I’m sorry that I have broke our friendship vow!
Listen up...buddy! I ain’t gonna waste my energy and time on you when you are misbehavin’, strayin’, and insensitively swearin’! 
Don’t take anything I say to heart – you understand what I’m sayin’!? You know what I’m sayin’!? My stress level’s high and my hair’s a-grayin’! 
I feel superb vibes when I sip my red wine . . . I won’t lie nor will I deny!
I feel it now, coolly crawlin’ up and down my spine – I’m as happy as a grimy swine, destined to die!
I can face my fears in no time . . . hey, young man – you need a helpin’ hand?
Come on, man! Break a leg! It won’t be counted as a crime! D-Do you understand?
You need self-discipline and I need willpower! We need to have patience…we need some reassurance…
I’m about to lose control ‘cause I’m being used as a valueless tool, takin’ as a fool! I’m envious of your endurance and jubilance! 
Ch-chilled to the bone…s-sick of feelin’ alone, treadin’ this rocky road o-on my own
When we exchange looks, I sense that your future’s gonna be incredible by the handsome features, affirmativeness, and potency you possess – I’m mind-blown! You’ve definably grown   
Into a fearless man, acceptin’ the challenges of everyday life ever since I first known yah! I sh-should have known…I should’ve known you grown up so fast!
I know you had a troublesome past…dismiss those adversaries of the past for once in your life! I’m tryin’ to keep pace with you, but you’re runnin’ awfully fast ‘n I’m slowin’ down at last! 
I did it my way – can you survive the breakage just like I did or can you just let go of revenge and gain back your zealous mentality?
And remember…please remember, brother – in the realm of reality’s truth: 
You are never alone . . . even if you’re gone, you are not gonna remain alone!
And when time comes, you’ll be feelin’ higher than a kite, drinkin’ rum . . . 
Then…the answers will come to you out of the blue – it will be shown . . . soon, it will be shown
That you are not alone as long as you overcome, good sir . . . unlike some! 

6/7/14

*I Did It My Way Contest Poetry Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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The Poetic Warlock

Note:  A "Warlock" is a male witch

I am the poetic Warlock,
Putting poets in a headlock
Spellbound? Just believe what you’re seeing
A morbid mind confined within my being!

Poetically I let the energy flow from me
To metaphorically turn me into a beast!
I spring from an altered reality
Blessed with immortality to be a priest!

Forget nine lives; I’m walking and talking, eternity
Where no poet survives outside this fraternity
Poetically, I’m committing a felony
Forcing stanzas into captivity!

From the push of my pen
Intertwined is every word
I play to be king among men,
Knocking those in first place to third!

You had better say a prayer
If you steal from my metaphor store
I’ll have you pulling out your hair
While you prepare for this war!

Poets, I’ve come to graciously slay.
That doesn’t captivate me so I read Hemingway!
But Edgar Alan Poe, just so you know,
Fuels the flow; he’s my sensei!

A poet with demonic entities in his corner,
I emotionally murdered my baby momma
And I did not even mourn her!

How I hate fake friends that pretend,
Especially when we were cool since childhood
I’d break a leg just to avoid them
Like the plague, they are no good!

Once again it’s time for Halloween!
Put on your masks and prepare to scare!
Heads will roll from my poetic guillotine
And this I do declare!!

TRICK OR TREAT!
HAPPY HOLLOWEEN
I WANNA FEEL THE PULSE OF YOUR HEARTBEAT!!




Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011


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Fifty three

You wish a friend luck
Affirming "do break a leg"
shows love not sarcasm


Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2016


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UFO Drama Group

Universal in high-school theater groups-
Final call  from their coach, “Kids, go break a leg!”
Overanxious blonde runs to get the cast.



Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013


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I'll let you lead

Should I continue feeling this way,

Or should I not?

Should I give it my all,

Or should I not?

Is it worth letting the feelings come alive

Or should I not?

These are questions I ask myself every day when I think about you.

I have never gotten answers to these questions.

I find my emotions already leading me,

I will just follow like a blind man being lead.

At first I was to tell my guide,

“Not that side, let’s go this way.”

But now, I can hardly tell when the next turn will be.

I just let him lead hoping, I don’t land in a ditch, (maybe break a leg or something).

I look behind, still as a blind man,

And see how much I have collected with my guide,

I begin to have more trust,

I fold my white cane and put it back,

Allowing my guide full control of the destination to take me.

Now, take me to all the best places you could ever think of,

I am all yours.

Let’s fly like a butterfly.

Let’s run like a gazelle,

Let’s swim like a dolphin,

Let’s go everywhere,

I’m right behind you,

I’ll let you lead.

That’s what I have done with my emotions,

Given up and left you to lead.

Given up and left you to lead.


Copyright © Anonymous J10100jt | Year Posted 2015


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Break a leg

>It is a well-known fact in the theatre world.  Telling someone to break a leg before they go on stage is considered good luck.  I certainly do not think it should be.  It’s funny how you never appreciate how people suffer with an injury or ailment unless you experience it yourself, am I right or not?

Break a leg!  Lucky or not?

Another night, I have of no sleep.
Comfort, I just cannot seek.
If only my leg did not pain me so.
I am sure to sleep, my brain cell would go.

Why is it when you hurt somewhere?
The pain always registers elsewhere!
I mean.  Break a bone in your leg, you see.
No weight can it bear agree?

Then in your head, more pain flows
Why?  When that’s not hurt you know!

It is not really blinking fair.
If leg is bad, pain should stay there.
Not wander up to my brain cell.
No wonder I don’t feel blinking well.

Two places now on blinking fire.
I might as well, now to bed retire.
But if I do, will I be able to sleep?
As all over my body, my pain does creep
And bless, no, I cannot blinking sleep.

I wrote this poem, ten days ago.
When I did feel a little bit low.
Still, my pen’s ink did flow.
And this is what it wrote you know.

Now I wear a Moon Boot, it’s true.
It firms my leg, I’m telling you.
And I can walk with crutches two.
As that’s what I was told to do.

Another five weeks to go.
Then I might shed this Moon Boot you know .
But then, will I from Earth flow.
As Moon Boots are quite heavy, you know.

And that’s the lot from me today.
As this is all I want to say.
About that medical Moon Boot.
Supporting my broken foot today.<


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016


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Not my words just sayin

cutting corners                                                                                                                    to let the cat out of the bag                                                                                                feeling under the weather                                                                                                  adding insult to injury Break a leg                                                                                      A piece of cake costs an arm and a leg                                                                            killing two birds with one stone Speak of the devil                                                                hit the nail on the head                                                                                                      Once in a blue moon                                                                                                          You can’t judge a book by its cover


Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015


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Super Bowl

Amongst the fields of milk and honey
Run tight ends paid much too much money
Throwing pink pig skins
With nary a grin
Nursing booboos which aren’t real funny.

So, get your hot dog, buy that beer
Hear those skulls crack give a cheer
Break a leg
Tap that keg
We're building men here, ain’t that clear?

*Better known as the Nutcracker Sweet ;)






Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011


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s N o W

The snow is piling up outside
  I want to pull the covers and hide
   The weather has had a chill
    Can't wait to see my electric bill.

Pull out my toboggan and go for a ride
 The snow is piling up outside
   Down the hill I go at top speed
    Can't break a leg-no indeed.

Take out my brand new skates
 See how my skating rates
  The snow is piling up outside
   Have to take the skates off inside.

Now comes the shovel and broom
 Will be moving snow tell noon
  Building muscles on this tough hide
   The snow is piling up outside

12/23/12


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2012


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Forty

Break a leg means good
luck right up until you do
really break a leg


Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2015


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FULL HOUSE

FULL HOUSE

“Full house,”   she said     “Every seat’s taken
There’s an excitement out there!” she said
All he saw was the empty stage
                             a Steinway Grand       its bench
His accompanist stood off
          cigarette in hand     just exhaling a puff
                                                              so unconcerned
He was nervous    very nervous
                                                 but then
He was always nervous    and for hours before
He’d thrown up in the rest room a few minutes ago
Nothing new
He often threw up before a recital

Wild thoughts went through his head
    (those tall    thick    billowing curtains
                                         looked strangely threatening
                         so dark blue    grotesque)
His mouth felt dry
     (what if he should choke during the opening work?)
He felt a bit dizzy
     (what if he should pass out?
                       the fall shattering his priceless Stradivarius)
Was it too late to cancel the concert?
     (he was still slightly nauseous)
What would people think?
What would people say?
His accompanist was so calm
     (his accompanist must hate him –
                 hope that he might play poorly
                   look how he raised his chin as he inhaled
                      staring eyes
      what was he looking at?
                                             What was he thinking?)
There was that one passage in the concerto 
     (he’d played it hundreds of times
                        never satisfied
                                        never quite perfect
         what if he fumbled that passage
                                        even just one note?)
His tails felt tight
     (he should have had them altered
              What if the underarms split out?)

Everything at once!
He felt like running!
     (don’t be ridiculous!)
 
His manager was all smiles
“I tell you, Robert, there’s excitement out there!” she said

Robert’s knees were knocking
“You all ready?” she asked
Robert nodded, yes
The house lights dimmed
Boris, his accompanist, stomped his cigarette

“Out you go!” she smiled
(please don’t tell me to ‘break a leg’) he thought



Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010


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mind control

we sing and dance and write
cornered this way
mercy of lies
mercy for the liars
believe me when i say it
i sing and dance to break a leg
break my own ankle on center stage to take this away
an age old cliche
corner your mind
to corner mind
together we say the same thing
whats in a name?
the wars we fight over everything
one thing we all had to say
the voice of controversy
the target audience of one
what did he do
under the umbrella
got a box to follow
\corner your mind too
sing and dance
dance and write
the art we create of a color scheme you must be trained to see
the psychology of finger paints
and why red to green doesnt mean anything to the fashionably obique
do the math 
lick it stick it
and sickened
never get it but gifted
you couldnt say this but cornered me through your movie magic
break a leg out there
here in my corner trying to pull off a tough combo
a great fall
a broken ankle
stumbling away
following pandoras box to wonder the story of who has the guts to steal on least game
where would i run away from
if i was to play house
how would i figure out how to sabatoge the best thing you could have
and take it home for myself
race around the world
because this manmade miracle pays for itself
never knew anything
a wall of fire
innocents and sheep
wolves clothing
headless blunders
the sense making masks mistakenly sidesteps
and looking backwards at yourself 
together we say
i cant believe we did that
but the illlusion this time
is the oppurtunity is a window
shattering the open


Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2009


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My Mom

"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
                                         Robert Frost


As a youth I must admit
I was careless as could be
my Mom would get so flustered
trying to get through to me.

Whether I would run or jump
or maybe climb up in a tree
"If you break a leg, she'd warn me,
don't come running home to me!"

When I got into trouble
it was for sure I'd have to pay
"Just wait until your dad comes home"
is what she would always say!

When I was in a hurry
and forgot to close the door
"Do you live in a barn?" She'd ask
then I'd get the old "what-for"!

Yea, Mom had her hairy moments
which I admit,  I caused a few.
She said I helped her hair turn gray
as I think back - I guess that's true!

Sorry Mom - God bless.



Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2010


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Waterfall of Wonderfulness

Believe me...buddy: 
I've been through my ups and downs!
Stay strong, child of His!

I feel so sublime
Like a verse with cheery rhyme 
Yes – wonderful time!

I let out laughter
I squeal with childlike joy…and
A waterfall? Oh boy…

I chillax and breathe
In and out…calming my nerves
I’m a fearless man!

Thrilled, but terrified
You’re fine – all I have to do
Is go with the flow!

I drift on calmly
Fate’s drawing near, don’t worry!
Accept the challenge!

Ch-chilled to the bone
I’m about to lose control
I need self-control!

Relax, boy! Kick back 
Come on, man! Break a leg – hah! 
I can face my fears . . . 

I am colliding 
I’m letting go of my boat
Ooh, I am gliding!

I feel superb vibes, 
Crawlin’ up and down my spine
Wonderful feeling!

Listen up...buddy!
My heart has been pumped with glee
You heard my heartbeats?


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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KALEIDOSCOPE OF GREYS'

Arrogant- wise - domineering - intimidating - stunning - to anyone
Young at 27, but incredibly brilliant and wealthy, that's who I am...

Yet, who could ever think that I have been through black and blues
This bossy autocratic features was once before of soft caring hues
This "sought after millionaire" was once an "erotic sex slave"
But... I bravely stood up, strive and gave all the best I have

Haunted by "childhood nightmares", my mother beaten and bruised
Submission - dominance; bondage - discipline; my "lustful game"
Hard mystery man that I present, yet Ana came and break me loose
Liberating me dearly from my haunting unpleasant past and woos

Never did I imagine, that a simple 21-year-old big - eye college girl,
Fearlessly entering my world, will put me into a beautiful: "love twirl"
I handcuffed her by tapes, ropes and irons but she imprisoned me so tight
Tight with her sweet and selfless love, leaving me all awed and magnified

I am the dark Christian Grey, whose heart and soul, Ana steal...
I will break a leg... Hike the highest peak to be Ana's only shield..


by:
olive_eloi
03/24/2014
2:30 pm
BOOK: FIFTHY SHADES OF GREY BY E. L. JAMES..
CHARACTER: CHRISTIAN GREY


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014


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Middle Ground


Everything is middle ground…
There is no good without bad,
War without peace,
Hate without love or
joy without sorrow.

Compromise moves the world,
Helps us to grow,
Allows for harmony and
Preserves happiness.

“Granny’s Clampett’s” old,
“Yer either fer or agin me”, attitude
never brought the world peace.

Middle ground, is the battlefield
Of a war averted and unity is it’s reward.
The shiny medal upon the breast of a real hero.

Middle ground never discriminates;
Primary colors blend on middle ground
Like the facets of jewels glistening in light-play.
Their dance; a performance that gives new meaning
To the saying, “break-a-leg!”
No one waits for someone else to sing;
Middle ground gives everyone a voice.

There is no back and forth indecision;
Brother against brother;
No sending in the “idiot” clowns””
To cry for the masses on middle ground.
They’ve been replaced with reason and Compassion.


Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014


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Break a Leg

Some people just never learn I mean what were they thinking
Now it's John Kerry's turn for the Almighty God is not blinking
They all try to take Israel's' land as was foretold in the Bible
Just so stupid to not understand God is holding them all liable

With tornados to earthquakes as now seen so often as of late
From God's Israel no one takes or they will seal their own fate
'The Mirroring Wrath of Betrayal' as I wrote of poetically before
In going against God's Will you know not what is now in store

For the Israelis can not be defeated just like back in sixty seven
As all of the prophecy is now completed just waiting on Heaven
But when the enemy does attack had they only been more aware
For His wrath shall not lack for anyone dumb enough to ever dare

In case you didn't catch the ending I would suggest that you do
It's a clear message God is sending not some conclusion I drew
I feel sorry for that 2 million man army as in dead men walking
Soon we all shall see, it is God who will be doing all the talking

Revelation 9:16 
And the number of the army of the horsemen
were two hundred thousand thousand: 
and I heard the number of them. 






Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2015


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Early Morning Writing Practice

Writing down the bones, shrinking while iv'e grown
Colliding round the tone, sharp as flat edged phones.. 

My favorite color's red my past is dead, 
The future's alive, id be late to my own funeral
if my body didn't arrive, i'm great on a roll
not cinnamon but hold, oh I remember for dinner
casserole, liver can't hold this much cold patron, 
so my best friend's the toilet seat at 5 in the mo'n...

This is random as pandemonium petroleum paganisummm for get it....

SUBWAYBUSYAW YAWBUSAWAYSUBS (Only term used: Subway) 

The XBOX Just BOXED X DM X'd the BOX..

FOOTBALL HAS A BALLFOOT FOOT HAS A FOOTED BALL.. 

The keyboard boards keys until keys board. (btw i'm key and i'm very bored) lol

Racecar raced a car and the car won the race..

If we're the human race, where's this finish line? I'm pretty tired..

This off top, until the top is off.. 

Aries doesn't like berries just barely it's not division less it's notes mariah carried..

Macbook just booked mac until mac reads a book. 

The sun is almost up, and his daughter just went down. (excuse my language lol)

My mind isn't blank it's in a tank on it's way to river bank and land is where it sank. 

1234 Friday's at the door, so I get ketchup and more to pour on these fries in the days I didn't have before. 

I'm so corny my big toe hates me...

I'm the poet in tree flowing within the leaves iv'e been around for many years with a stump in my feet. 

This is too easy a lemon couldn't squeeze he, the blind couldn't see free, I wouldn't want to be T, didn't break a leg I cracked my left knee, it's not good luck if you're as bad as can be, why would I be cool with all this hot energy, and don't take your time if my meetings at 3, just know i'm happy for you but more mad at me, worry bout it too much your mind it'll eat, if it's your fault take responsibility, oh my god, is wonderful and lovely... 






Copyright © Key V. | Year Posted 2016


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my debt

I owe no one but my military conscience
Interrogating me speak! speak!! speak!!!
And though I halt to say a word
It never stops to pound my heart

I owe no one but my military conscience
spoiling all my immigration plans
Lest I elope and break a leg

I owe no one but my military conscience
With search warrant it barges me
My every nook it points it’s torch
Making sure I didn’t hide a forge

I owe no one but my military conscience
With armored tanks it holds my way
And when I try to force a sway
It corks it’s gun to make me run

I owe no one but my military conscience
Day and night it blames me still
And points the way I should have gone
And wouldn’t stop until I’m right


Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2015


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break a leg

structure seems to soften slightly
under your steps; systematic leaps
up, over & out into the depths. eyes
dilate & grow cold from so many deaths;
no longer wept; burn out. here,
listen, the shout of sense echoes at our
expense, shadows the oncoming threat.
no more resistance, let all awareness go-
as the curtain releases, shields the show.


Copyright © rachel hart | Year Posted 2007