Jam jars are talking please be quiet as represention of a silver feather is held in radiating heat beams. Ooh amazing destitutions' of diva dogs drape digits dramas dramatically *** stupor sap salt salads. *** erogenously evenly distributed elements *** bean sprouts giggling *** mysterious monster moons. ***
Categories:
destitutions, bangla, beach,
Form: I do not know?
WHAT NOW YOUR NEED
come forth you say,
dawns yes indeed ,
another day.
Where white of light will intercede,
The goodness of the world disguise,
1. envelops many of the lies,
2. attaining of your greed.
Another tune begins to play,
Equality for all I say,
one right for every person here,
the rich becalmed, the sweat like fear,
equality is plumbed.
To play this tune for all concerned,
a better world to be returned,
when fairness intervenes,
begone oh greed obscene,
the letter of the word.
So cast this feather to the wind,
ensuring destitutions grin,
ignite reason from within,
a golden age unwinds,
no debt of bondage binds,
no fetters so obscene!
Don Johnson
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Joe Maverick
Date: 11/28/2015 5:57:00 PM
Block poet from commenting on your poetry Good and effective format here Don, get all the peoples minds in gear, out of the doldrums time is near..'
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in this enlightened age we have the power, to connect to the downtrodden of the hour, rebuild the world , in a better light, take from the greedy not so bright, Yes equality is fair!
Categories:
destitutions, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Of those who have lost their places in life;
And may display their misgivings with a frown;
For them little time seems left for change;
And hope is at best the name of a jester now passed.
And on the bus bench sits an orator;
Chanting coos to the pigeons
While they feed upon droppings;
Of his spilled over indulgences.
And someone cries out to Jesus for justice;
But no one answers;
For there are only those of which;
Share the same destitutions that are listening
And I find myself piggybacking conceptualities;
And repeating what’s seen or heard; only to wonder if;
In the quantum of time to travel has;
This life we think we live; already come and gone.
And the shadows are now so much longer;
While fear becomes prevalent and stronger;
And when the time for to pay comes ever near;
Perhaps it’s those voices that cried out we’ll hear.
Categories:
destitutions, socialtime, time,
Form: Rhyme
A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow
Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice
Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities
Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth
Categories:
destitutions, history, introspection, life, loss,
Form: Epitaph