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New day ,new poem.lightly titled,The End of today:
the creeping stains topple the statue need not speak to see her sorrow to be unknown like a signless painting a markless cast impression of an unknown artist
ancient days hope and worship sunken from floods of freedom's wisest lessons of reason
life is a wheel advance forward at even pace to go beyond a fight to pick up the past
a search for answers through question, do you want to live ?
Is that a threat are you a passionate vegan?
The shark says it best, when he freaks you with his bite and says I will eat you
i got no chill for good will ,unless you're %#% up on pills
so i say eat or be eaten,cook from your heart ,know that life tastes good if you have the passion
People can fill your heart and empty it the next day,like a long drive after a payday
I yearn for trust,i beg to help.only there can be a cost and that cant befallen on the ears of must
give us this day our daily bread thanks for giving me a passion and then letting me throw it away
art is real,who are the people we all hear
what constitutes a zombie unreal
don't fall for your business to walk with these zombies unreal
i know if god then devil and if this Earth shall be end,man and all other words will to
not even the end will be known, all thousands of years,just to see tomorrow and what it reveals
so be like water, think like sand and breathe like your first breathe,conquer yourself,but leave me alone.
A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead
inducing a deluge of emotions
moved across thousands of darkened souls
Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart
Strangers like me
To us, you were a friend
we live vicariously through words we couldn't write
thoughts that help us defend
against wolves attacking for spite
we battle predators until the end
paper mache hearts now confettied and contrite
When in need of a voice to understand
you are the poet on which we lean
like a crutch of a crippled, broken man
assisting our stride and making us gleam
Mean pride, through our veins, does pulse
your gift - a gold ingot - exclusively ours
now smelted - our throats convulse
as if poisoned by many whiskey sours
Cancer soiled your beautiful brain
muddied thoughts and took your life
washing future elegance down the drain
freaks are shredded with strife
like targets at a firing range
Suddenly gone leaving the lives bereft
upon which you left your mark
warrior, graciously, exit...stage left
a celestial journey calls to you embark
Created the soundtrack for our misfit lives
making memories connected to your art
our hope that your music survives
thousands of years touching many a heart
A collective "Thank you Neil"
us castaways won't soon forget
how your lyrics and talent made us feel
ghost ride to your garden in the sunset
No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket
The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain "Wicked"
Neon lit buildings and business bright nights...
A terse description of 8th Ave - I see somethings not right
Jailbait pimps fishing for girlish age bodies
Port of Authority freaks craving school boy young hotties
A bunco, a scam - the cards of "Monte" are three...
White kids from Jersey seeking fake/fresh Ids
Cabbies waiting for fares/get their plates/it's too late
Little courtesy or English and overpriced rates
Electronic stores, you have restaurants; a myriad of stands
that vend snacks
You can have a wad roll of money, yet still looked at if Black
The Homeless Are Human, it's the truth not conjecture
It seems to keep them sans housing gives Midtown its texture
Fleabag hotels are great bargains/I've heard there's four legged pests
You've paid your money - there's danger, but you still can't have guests
Mounted units, Blue grunts to keep the rich ones protected
The last Toe Tag said "No One", why wasn't that crime detected?
A Vagrant says that he's hungry to everyone that he greets
You can't see the flame touch the Pyrex/it's the crack that he eats
On the trains I see animals, sometimes you'd think a new species
Most of those stations need cleaning....in my sight Human Feces
Poetiq visions/my heart troubled/ I had no choice but expound
It goes down daily in the Crab Apple/New York City....Midtown
Used to be we'd pay to see freaks on the carnival way.
Now, for free at the mall we can see some most every day!
Kids (and adults) with tattoos, purple hair, nose and eyebrow rings,
Navel rings, tongue studs and other self-mutilating things!
Now, of course, we didn't do such things six decades ago!
Our parents would have disowned us - besides we had no dough!
Sure, guys wore zoot suits with baggy pants and chain.
I just can't comprehend today's modes, they seem so arcane!
Gals wore battered saddle shoes and one of Dad's old shirts,
With tails flapping in the breeze over their poodle skirts!
They wore bras (or so I'm told), hair coiffured with bangs,
They didn't bare their navels and hang out with rowdy gangs!
It's hard to discern who is who when viewing them from the aft.
Two long-haired kids, holding hands, and acting rather daft!
Is it the "he" on the right or is "he" the one on the left?
It's none of my concern, tho' it does leave my curiosity bereft!
I suppose it's all the rage to let the kids do their thing,
While they're young and carefree, let them have their fling.
I'll roll my eyes and shake my head, looking on aghast,
Wondering what's next after these current fads have passed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
MILL WHEEL
The mill wheel wouldn’t turn till the Spring
‘CLOSED’ notice hanging at closed door on a string.
Snowfall on pavement, snowfall on road turning hard ice.
Customers remembered miller as he was friendly and nice.
Winter was frosty with chilled windy breeze.
Off and on snow drizzling, sometimes to cease.
Sudden disappearance of the miller made all stunned.
Neither any information received, nor the miller returned.
Whisper ran through the town from door to door,
as police came on inquiry: How to ignore?
They came on verification of passport renewal.
Splendid surprise awaiting on miller’s arrival.
Miller is going abroad on honeymoon trip with new bride.
Passport-issue is solved, and everybody gets relieved.
Season changes to Spring naturally, no freaks.
Ice melts, revealing secrets, wheel creaks.
07/19/18
' One, nine, sixteen v3.0' Contest by Viv Wigley
Kill a love
There are times when I feel like just leaving you alone,
But there are times I don’t want to be here all on my own;
But I know if we keep on, keep going on,
I can be right there with you when things go right
And when things go wrong.
I hang out with the losers and the freaks;
I love those people, they are just like me.
Why are you so cruel?
Why did you treat me like a fool?
Why do I care about anybody in this world?
I’m going to see you as a star and pick you apart;
I love you with all my heart, but to destroy is to create art.
To kill a love is to tear apart a connection.
One plus one equals love; this is what they call a misconception.
One plus one equals the possibility of two equaling love,
But it is not a definite answer to the question.
What happens when you put two people who love each other together?
I’m sorry the answer is not they stay together forever.
Kill me please; my life is a tragic comedy,
Written by the Devil and acted out by Jim Henson.
Love was my all, now it is just another word,
I have become the killer of love, I have become another version.
Version 2.0, the new me I became;
I have changed from lover of love to the death of hearts.
I live in a hole of endless pain,
I must kill love; I must banish it to the stars.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.
Which beers my dears bring you to tears
Beardy weirdy freaks hipster peaks & nadirs
Slatted bar with glam flutes or bizarre jam jar
Cheers to toots & hoots hirsute tatted peers
Sham craze for cloudy ales or clear yesteryear pales
Old school IPA mule or cool daze ways holds sway
Some fools viral spools spiral amaze as they drool
Not a phase always had haze it's the cardinal rule
Or a silly quip & blip has a nip of a chilli dip in it
Knows zip flip let rip Indian trip phrase you twit
Gawking and balking because they're talking s**t
All about malty pout haughty clout of a naughty stout
Cooed am a lamb to the slaughter for rip snorter porter
Wooed by stock of stellar Bock or cellar brewed Keller
Wheat poo pooed too funkily sweet for this crude fella
Rude taking the mick trick to pick a drop in perfect nick
Chaps won't cower to the lure of cocktails at happy hour
Ruddy cheeked fuddy duddy who is perhaps too dour
Appears fake dreams it seems of a career as a critic
Slating grating ratings mapped trapped on untappd
Skeptic fears musty skunk & fusty funk that is lambic
Brett regret bristles don't fret won't let whet my whistle
Sneers debunk the rusty gunk flower glower of sour
Jeers but bet the ripple of Tripel is still the top tipple
For any cynic or pundit in their Merchant Ivory tower
Hail tale of quirky murky or another stale lager saga
Heaven forbid get rid of sweet & sickly treat for a kid
Snooty about the booty of rank dank stank too fruity
For fecks sake must forsake that milkshake mistake
If tasked or someone asked what's my perfect beer?
Not the new frontier..bask in cask ...holy grail of ale
Suggest zest from noble not global hops treasure chest
Attest not treason manifest reason better than the rest
Beer to pleasure every season that stalled then schooled
What is after all the true quest & have you got a clue test
Which is why I contest you go with the one called "Best"
Callin all sheep,
Time to wake the hell up;
Time is running out,
And so is your luck.
Are you gonna sit back,
And be led to the slaughter;
Will you leave this messed up world,
To your sons and daughters.
Will you fall in line,
And take some unproven jab;
Filled with mind controlled serum,
In every evil stab.
Its time to open your eyes,
And lift the darkened veil ;
Its a war against our souls,
And we cannot fail.
This world and humanity,
Has been fast asleep;
While the rabid spreading evil,
Runs wide and deep.
If we don't fight now,
Soon all will be lost;
And your children will suffer,
And reap all the cost.
Raise your voices and banners,
And march a billion strong ;
Until the power hungry freaks,
Melt in our freedom song.
Rise up everybody,
Become sheep no more;
The time to sleep is over,
Time to prepare for a war.
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The winter of two ought fourteen
saw numbers plunge as ice storms rage,
and for the record, deep snowfalls.
Ma Nature showed her nasty side.
Capricious temperatures’ ebb tide
made life erratic: broken bones,
pow’r outages and highways shut.
Ma Nature found a callous streak.
Bizarre display of weather freaks -
appointments cut, no school for days.
The household suffered much on edge
for teasing found in Nature’s veins.
Now spring holds promise in her reins,
Ma Nature works redeeming grace
transforming what we knew would come .
Renewal is her middle name.
The same holds true throughout the year
each season bows to Nature’s call.
written March 10, 2014