In the cheer chat, where joy should unite,
A ten-year-old girl causes drama day and night
She calls me a brat, a jerk, selfish and ugly too,
But she's the one acting out, it's true.
She says she wants to push me off a cliff,
Her words so harsh, they make my spirit stiff.
As I debate my life's worth, feeling so low,
She tells me to end it, her cruelty on show.
I cry for hours, feeling so torn,
But then my bestie, she keeps me warm.
She tells me to stay, to stand strong and tall,
With her love and support, I won't fall.
I'll rise above her hurtful game,
And find my strength, reclaim my name.
For with true friends by my side,
I'll face the storm and turn the tide.
welcome to Pink Floyd and welcome to the machine
behold the temple of light, and don’t be mean
A psychedelic group, so readily enjoyed and seen
Philosophical lyrics, a rival of Freddie and Queen
Comfortably numb, sit back and enjoy the show
Goodbye blue sky, this concert is the way to go
Pigs on the wing are traveling down the aisle
Another brick in the wall, to make me smile
Coming back to life, on the turning away
Shine on your crazy diamond, you make my day
Sonic experiments are enjoying a revival here
eyes to the pearls, come sit over here.
in the group of dewdrops which crystallize loose boundedness
whose coercive force is unmatched among standoffish streets
we maintain the latent misgivings about our absence
a hush swept through the room
like a draft sliding under an old door
slowly it made its presence known
until our awareness was undeniable
our minds were frozen in a different state and time
a time of being and knowing
BLUE MOUSE GROUP
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The blue mouse group wrote through the night,
with their tiny nibs and ink, what a sight!
They scribbled and scrawled,
'Til on the stairs they sprawled,
They collapsed, what a comical fright!
In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.
Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.
Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to feel, to act, to care.
Against a storm of brutal lies,
You stood with clear and open eyes.
Though gallows claimed your final breath,
You did not bow, not even in death.
Your petals fell, but not in vain—
They bloom where conscience dares remain.
White Rose of Germany, proud and free,
You taught what strength and soul must be.
A bloom of hope in darkest hour—
Forever grace, forever power.
Mrs in the Smiley Group
Mrs in the Smiley Group has
frog legs tucked in her
muumuu.
In group work
You must know
How to appreciate
The strength of others
Talent can be used
To harmony with others.
In a group
You have to be patience
Wear resistance
Able to solve the knot
Open your heart
The work will progress.
Why does everyone I love leave?
No matter how hard I try to hold on,
They always manage to go…
Is this what is meant for me?
Eternal Solitude?
I should be grateful for the time their friendship has stayed with me
But who should you share that gratitude with if everyone leaves you?
So here I am,
Left alone with my thoughts which made me wonder about my sense of belonging in this world.
Am I meant to fit in this world?
In some places I'm normal and in some places, I’m not normal enough.
In some places, I can’t truly be myself because it’s such an issue for them.
Some places I can’t speak for if I do I would regret it and then go back to self-loathing.
So where do I belong?
I’m friends with people at school but sometimes I feel guilty because I miss making memories with those from the past.
I belong nowhere
And am I okay with that?
It’s a hard truth I can’t seem to swallow no matter how hard I try,
No matter how many times life tries to teach me that I’m meant for solitude I won’t seem to listen.
I’m too stubborn for that
Somewhere deep down I think that everyone wants that friendship,
Wants that sense of camaraderie,
That feeling of belonging in this world.
Do you move in pack?
People does!...
People of the same interest
Same religion
Many by societal
Others by muse
Everyone belongs to a group
Knowingly or unknowingly.
Even lions and wolves
Moves in pack
Supporting each other
Hunting another
While protecting one and another
Against external forces
Fiercely and fearlessly from time to time.
People come together
For a common goal
Either for good or evil
Supporting each other
Positively or negatively
Moving around together
Striving and thriving
Protecting their common interest.
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In my humble experience I’ve found
The average individual is smarter
Than the average group
But the average group is stronger
Than the average individual
And so the group will always get its way
But the individual can usually figure out
How to stay free
(3/28/24)
The travellers wandered with word and song
Along the banks of the river long,
As each one chose their place to play,
Peeling off from the crowns along the way.
Stories told from near and far,
Reflect in the river as she reaches the bar,
Flowing from source to salty sea,
The land’s life blood, veins eternally.
Through every word, and note they strum,
A new dimension in the river’s run,
Revealed in rhythm and language rare,
To travel along the sun baked air.
The troubadours in modern form,
Embracing hearts so kind and warm,
Of the ones who listen, closing eyes,
Or longing toward the cloud patched skies.
Scents of autumn are creeping in
Wind starts to rally leaves within,
Yet still the sun shines on our band,
Of happy journeyers passing o’er the land
On margins wet and mud filled creeks,
Birds wade knee deep and probe with beaks,
The ecosystem in perfect harmony
Preserve this for next generations to see.
Helpless! I stare up at human children.
Their discovery of me has begun.
I, slow- moving in undergrowth
before I know it, am flipped
upside down.
I move my legs, desperate, they grip air
while, amusement of children
ripples like a brook,
Look they chuckle. “ He’s stuck”
And they poke at me and form
a ring of eyes, above.
I am desperate for kindness now
I retract my neck and limbs
quiet as death until
bored the children
seeing no movement, right me
again, I stumble on,
until a foot with toes poised to flip
is stopped by words
I prayed for
defensive, kind
“Let the poor thing go.”
I hide in the cool leaves before my last
desperate lurch, pond water surges
over me, I swim, my legs paddle.
The water lilies are beautiful
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