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The Doomsday Clock - 2 Minutes To Midnight

Seventeen minutes to midnight - the world enters a new era,
nuclear arsenals reduce as peace creeps ever nearer.

Fourteen minutes to midnight - our hopes begin to fade,
as we discover no new world order, just the powder keg we've made.

Twelve minutes to midnight - there's tests on bombs non stop,
we need to sign a peace treaty to end this agitprop.

Ten minutes to midnight - Eastern Europe leaves the block,
shattering communism, the world stares back in shock.

Nine minutes to midnight - nuclear armament gathers pace,
nation challenging nation to win the world arms race.

Seven minutes to midnight - we're officially nucleoholic,
each missile's the last one, each threat of peace symbolic.

Five minutes to midnight - global warming walks on stage,
ironically nuclear power will usher in the world's new age.

Three minutes to midnight - world tensions are renewed,
disarmament grinds to a halt as superpowers obtrude.

Two and a half minutes to midnight - fake news is on the rise,
with fabricated statements, politically calculated lies.

Only two minutes to midnight - the whole world's breath is bated,
the doomsayer counting down, a holocaust long awaited.

In those two cold minutes to midnight - doomsday's knell is ringing,
announcing Armageddon, not the end but its beginning.

19th Feb 2018
Form: Couplet


Ukraine our shame

Ukraine and our shame


Now that Ukraine is pardoning prisoners 
to join the army, except the violent murderers
(one would think the violent were the right ones)
it tells us of an army scraping the barrel of
recruits, all eligible men have fled, which is 
understandable, why fight a lost war, a war
not needed if a sensible head had been heard  
After, the then President Zelensky, had agree
a peace pact with Russia, an English emissary
told him not to sign, upon hearing this 
thousands of young men hastily left Ukraine
The fact it was an English emissary is typical
the English has hated the Russians, since 
a cousin of Queen Victoria was killed by 
the communists
It is sad to notice after thousands of young
men have been killed, in this futile war 
the West advice is for  the ex-president 
to find a peaceful solution with Russia 
the many newspapers which condemned
and got us to believe in the many lies told
will now tell us the way to end the war is
to sign a contract, with the old enemy
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Total Random Wisdom

If I'm naked
 how can you pick my pockets 
And if I'm homeless 
how can you foreclose on my mortgage

If I'm going bald
what why should I go to a barber
If I'm sick why would I sign a work release

You so crazy something wrong with you

If I Cry why do I need glasses
If I die bury me in the desert
I'm mortified
I'm strictly Pride
I am driven by division
I'm subtraction not addition
And if you believe all this
And if this is how you sign
Mankind are you crazy laws
Subjugated subjected filled with flaws
I appeal to you all
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Above and beneath it all
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9/5/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr

Premium Member A Petition

So here we go again my friends
A bunch more time has passed
Will the coming year be any closer
To world peace than the last?

I highly doubt it dearest ones
That's not the way it works
We think we're making progress
But we have the same old quirks

Perhaps if enough of you fine folks
Step up and sign a petition
I'll take it to our glorious leaders
And explain to them our mission

To see world peace within our time
Where nations put down their arms
For the common good of all mankind
Not another human harmed

You may call me a silly dreamer
Been called that name before
But if someone doesn't step up to the plate
We'll just continue on with wars

Probably don't have a chance in hell
Of changing a blessed thing
But at least let's make a real effort
So the bells of freedom may ring


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Life on repeat like a broken CD

Life on repeat like a broken CD
Looking in the mirror but it's not me I see
Rinse and repeat that's my life
It's always just pain and strife

No sleep at night making things worse
Insomnia mania is a curse
No sleep is making the days longer
I just wish I could be a bit stronger 

Other health issues taking control
But the mental health issues trump them all
Popping pills hoping things change
All its doing is making me feel strange

Every day bleeds into one
Rinse and repeat always on
What's happening is so cruel
The NHS holding me hostage for all to view

Is it sadness or is it madness?
Is it just a complete blackness?
How to move forward when every day is the same
I just know I didn't sign up for this game

Watching TV but don't understand a word
It's just pictures which feel obsured 
Can't listen to music , no joy there
The voices come out and cause a scare

Sitting in silence is the only way
I can rest my mind, but not stop the replay
When everything feels so unnatural 
My mind and body becomes detachable 

I wish this would all now stop
I'm full of emotions I'm going to pop
When all is fixed and right again 
Will the real me be let back in the pen?

Life on repeat like a broken CD
When I'm better ill sign a new treaty 
One that can perserve inside the mind
One that proves this life is mine

Until that day we're just on repeat
Gotta try to sleep and eat
When the fight is always darkness or light
How do you know which side is right

The final stretch is this week
10 more days of feeling weak
Hopefully soon I will be saved
And that will be the end of this cruel game

Life on repeat like a broken CD
The only one to save me will be me
© Gogster Dw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Poetic Story

Style words that play, style breath that springs;
Tell with clear voice, tell with wise pun;
Opt just to say, opt just to sing;
Roar with sure choice, roar with dear fun;
Yield to insight, yield to impulse.
Touch a new vein, touch a brave wit;
Observe new light, observe each tint.
Glimpse a bright flame, glimpse a good fit;
Love flavours joy, love delights truth;
Imprint fond stay, imprint kind heart;
Make cheer string ploy, make muse fling proof;
Please cheery sway, please happy start;
Sign a bold face, sign a warm style;
Enlist sweet grace, enlist glad smiles.




Leon Enriquez
04 January 2015
Singapore
Form: Sonnet

The *****'s Annals

THE *****'S ANNALS:

At the table of verdict was the ***** seated;
Breathing his last before senteced to prison.
Couldn't hide the state of how's feeling;
'Dead zone', he exclaimed as he's highly fronzen.
Every heart of his loved ones really saddened.
Friends and families connived to pull him down for no reason;
Grinded his excellence and burnt down his dignity,
Holistically because he's always winning.
Intricated him to sign a stoical deal they schemed.
Jilt they served him after achieving what they aimed;
Knocked him out from the working team.
Later in years, he's now freed.
Mighty God's replaced all that he lost.
Now his traitors are jailed after right-time's talked.
Openly, he's vindicated in the law court.
Praise and adoration he sings unto God.
Quadrifurcating of this issue's solely to be thonged;
Raised completely for'll to learn not to give out a trust.
Same way staying wise when you've been dass.
Troubles in the suspooks house,
Unable to understand the *****'s acts.
Voice of the visionary's highlighted with an active mind.
Whence, the studious scholar says 'it's a fact'.
X factor positively influencing the *****'s heart.
Yeah, his emancipation is strong and intact.
Zone of proximal development, the *****'s annals abstract.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Can'T We All Just Play Nice

Against all odds, we humans have survived

All the wars, natural disasters, and incredibly ourselves

We are such a combative lot

It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all

Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain

But what's the purpose

Really, no one gets out of this life alive

So stop and think about that for a moment...

NO ONE gets out of this life alive!

Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason

To make the most of our lives while we're here

Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans

Destroying our manmade structures

I've lived a lot of years

Observed a boatload of childish behaviour

Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people

The world is just one big playground

Can't we all just play nice



© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

Premium Member On these streets, I am like a mysterious shadow

On these streets, I am like a mysterious shadow,
In a world of somber and apathetic color,
I search for my other half, but remain alone each day,
Carrying in my soul bitter memories and nostalgia.
I am a passing wind, in a world without celebration,
Through glances that measure and judge every step,
When I step out of the shadow, I look in the mirror and wonder,
Why all this, why do I feel as if I'm coming apart.
I am a stranger in my own city, a deep enigma,
Questioning looks, deceptive smiles,
Why do I hide so much, why do I hide behind a mask,
Why do all these glances follow me like senseless lights.
In the shadow of my heart, hides an misunderstood story,
I carry my past and memories like a heavy cross,
Trying to find meaning in the lines of this world,
But everything seems to remain an enigma, an endless mystery.
I am the solitary seeker, in the labyrinth of empty streets,
Searching for a sign, a ray of light in the darkness,
On my face, I wear the bitter smile of melancholy,
For no one understands my story, no one knows who I am.
In the silent night, the moon rises pale,
My soul floats in an ocean of thoughts,
I seek answers to the questions that weigh on me,
But it seems I am left only with echoes drowned in the wind.
I am a falling star in the endless night sky,
Shining just for a moment in the eyes of others,
But in the quiet of the night, in my solitude,
I gradually fade away, leaving behind only my memory.
On these streets, I am a lost traveler,
In search of a dream, an untold story,
In my heart full of longing and sadness,
I carry the burden of a past love, an unfinished story.
I am a stranger in my city, a pilgrim of the soul,
In search of a meaning, a path to the light,
But in my shadow, I remain alone, without answers,
With a heart full of memories, in a world without meaning.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

A Butterfly On My Window

A butterfly on my window
A symbol of rebirth
A sense that someone is to change his destiny
It keeps on fluttering its wings to my heart beat
Stopping to listen 
Its feelers keeps on wanting to feel
Its tastes sweet emotions as if it is like nectar
 It wants to know who that being is
About to change his or her life
The flow of energy 
The tainted being ready to burst to new
Life it cherish and it has two
Fluttering its wings again
Stopping to listen
The path of righteous and righteousness is about
The feel of true innocents like a child is reborn
The butterfly is waiting to see if this new birth is ready
Reaching its wings for that life
Staying put till the wonders are full filled
Everyone has energy intertwined to creatures around
The earth is a whole heart not just several
My life is so pleasant I can have a butterfly sign, a symbol of life
So imaginable, free of fear
No birds are even touching the butterfly weird
No birds are even trying
The birds are actually just sitting in front of the window 
The butterfly is still on my window
It has not moved but to the rhythm of my heart beat
The butterfly 
So soulful 
So beautiful
Grace
And very colorful 
I know that it takes time to take flight
But I would think it would have done it already
With birds so near, and so dangerous
But danger is just life
Life is not to fear
Life is to live
Do what you have to
Do what is for you
Do what is needed
Not wanted
Fear is wanted
But peace is seldom achieved
So beautiful 
So erratic 
But we all live 
Live and Love
The butterfly on my window reminds me of

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