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Canvasing the world as we solder metal bandages to wooden wings
We attempt to cover pain by silencing what our scars sing
A noted tension with a vulnerable assist
Showcases hope and a life we refuse to resist
The porcelain skin that encompasses our ceramic hearts
Shatters with words, fragile from the start
We attempt to grow strong and bring misfortune to rest
Never acknowledging our torment in life’s daunting test
Powerful stances and barricaded walls
Provide the illusion of safety from the inevitable fall
We torture our minds with grace and self-worth
A future and freedom promised at birth
Together we provoke sanity and justifying results
But solely we fail due to committmentless faults
Pressure is applied for us all to do right
Causing the misery to show only at night
We lie restless, we toss, and we turn
Contemplating all failures and lessons we learn
Memories and dreams driven by desires and needs
Pose as the trough through which our fiction feeds
Obtaining the most out of life is what we all want
Hoping when we die it’s not viewed as a meaningless stunt
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Bullets grace this darkened night sky of mine
Lights flash above the stone encrusted walls
Tragedy strikes as my commander dines
Without remorse as his blood servants fall
The rain weeps in pity for all dead souls
The outcome seems dark, a desolate end
Crossing the hairs for fellow armored ghouls
A flicker of hope explodes as they fend
The parting clouds permit a weightless sign
Reversal of fears encompass the sky
As our commander rises to feet
Hoisting a victorious flag up high
Cheers erupt through enemy defeat
A promising sight of a needed win
Surpasses the cries of murderous sins
During battles of defending strongholds of medieval castles
9/22/20
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A Historic Event Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
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Clasping my hands, I air a prayer
Beg for forgiveness, with no one there
Falling to knees, crosses dangle from throat
Feeling warmth, provided by an invisible coat
Safely and securely, I lie humbled in bed
Thanking the lord for all the blood he has shed
Careful not to take advantage of endless wish lists
My scars fully fade on my porcelain wrists
Conversing dreams of passion and hope
Weary not to fall victim to life's atrope
When I feel no one is listening
That no one cares
I feel the clouds part
Revealing my fully answered prayers
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As the leaders begin their power stride
A communion of separate opinions is established
Through sacrificial disgust, the sense of mistrust blossoms
Weariness of our commander, promotes our nationwide slander
Blazing off the political grease which clogs our arteries of need
Through the desire of greed, we all are victims of the lies
Misguided by the flapping flag
Once unison can be repaved, we will no longer be enslaved
For the country is led by more than just one
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Trough of Life
Memories and dreams driven by desires and needs
Pose as the trough through which our fiction feeds
Obtaining the most out of life is what we all want
Hoping when we die it's not viewed as a meaningless stunt
From Porcelain skin and Ceramic Heart
9/22/20
Rithimus Divisa 6
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Observing scratches atop a writers’ desk
Pages torn and faded into excess
A horrendous call of pain and plea
A desperate attempt to silence need
Empty scrolls of desolate fiction
Convert blank canvases to remorse and affliction
Sitting, staring at my voluptuous muse
Pondering the coverage of the ubiquitous news
I reside loosely in a trance, but translucent to you
Eyes glazed in after-life, blood filing into uncomfortable shoes
The reality sets in on what is proceeding
No reversal nor stopping the floorboards from seeping
Falling through the gaps of the basements’ ceiling
Staining the memories, left for revealing
Lifting your body through the threshold of home
The finalized result of that first cast stone
Begging for forgiveness, a treacherous toll
Kill or be killed, by my torturous soul
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Today is the day
They say last in the batch
A new child coming
A nine-month-long hatch
Assisted by fear of unknown
But love and affection
A rowdy bunch of offspring
A welcomed collection
Boy or a girl
Is yet to be known
But joy and anxiety
Fills our busy home
A powerful play
For a family of four
With open arms we welcome
A baby once more
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The blood-curdling screams through children cringing
A creaking voice of caskets unhinging
Vampires feasting in a paralyzed scene
A diabolical hell for an abduction fiend
Masses of wolves, mobsters and ghouls
Utilize debauchery and tricky on common day fools
With a hero or alien carrying flashlight to follow
The cautionary fright causes a sandpaper swallow
Clowns with grand smiles, smashing pumpkins that wallow gleam
A full night of terror on a chilling Halloween
10/27/20
Halloween Challenge
Emile Pinet
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She makes me hotter than the sand when you first remove a sandal
She's without a doubt my life's future preamble
10/27/20
From The Heart
Regina McIntosh
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