Gord
2017-02-15 12:00 am
Passage to the heart clogged, Life maudlin, poor starting, Racers to support their mark, Post revelation reveal fakery. Mock factories bailing no hay; Poor neighbors decide to stay, Demand jobs and prosperity, And the American way. Self flagellation pays, Workers find jobs, Pride as their mainstay, Thy world in bondage, Thy wounds inflamed.
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Gord
2017-02-14 12:00 am
Handsome men play Diablo Two. Getting keys forever free, Looks alone topple trees, Fire will forever consume. Millennials play Diablo Three, Pay to play, stay for free, Books alone could stand true, Everything better, Diablo Two.
Gord
2017-02-03 12:00 am
Red Tie, Blue Tie. Presidential Hierarchy.
Gord
2017-01-27 12:00 am
The man who no longer revolves, dies forever, And likely has not an iron in hand. The rest who fail and die inside, May just simply live again, Never despondent with desires availed. The man who lives forever, Will likely has his own gold, Iron is for tamed men who grow old, Only eventually to desire again, Living to a disappointment, Skeletons cannot draw the river, Not like when they were avoidant. The young men and the boys, They know little of that facts, Floating through existences, They decide to decide kings later, Their desire is to act now. Electors hired, They enact cowards, Politicians raised powerful, Their children decide values. Perhaps our good times could be spent apart, Instead of lying and backstabbing one another.
Gord
2017-01-24 12:00 am
Bed rest undeservant, he turns. Making up words as he goes, The world follows through, Exiting without him. God of the chimes, Wind-bound and determined, Makes the rules as he goes, The world passes laws, Existing without him.
Gord
2017-01-19 12:00 am
Those who kill another standing, Are said to be of stone and iron. Bean counters politic to the throne, Are somehow revered and desired. Despite their lack of remorse, And passionless fire. Their life a metaphor of climbing, Smelly, poor, and small minded.
Gord
2017-01-17 12:00 am
Finding selected, Keystroke wreckless. Days clicking google adsense, Hoping for a future pleasant. Those married to future present, Set precedence, or providence. Either way, their feeling felt. Ourselves providing the set lists, Swimming only to divide the kelp. Tragedy or more could define the self, Prophets could by chance desire wealth, Perhaps afterlife is rather expensive. Better than desiring severed heads, Documenting your proletariat ventures, Penniless yet the castle stands. Random chance gives in to my demands.
Mary Tyler
2017-01-14 12:00 am
Martin Luther King
King of Hearts
Beautiful Black Butterfly soaring through the sky!
Is that you, Martin, flying oh so high?
You are Free at last; you have climbed that mountain top.
You Have Overcome, for your Dream is still Alive!
Your dream lives in the Hearts of all of us!
I wear your kiss of Love upon my cheeks!
Winds still Whisper your name. Oceans still weep your tears!
Happy Birthday, Martin! Your Truth still marches on and on.
You were a Drum beater for Justice, Freedom, and Peace.
You held the key that unlocked doors for the Human Race.
In the burning, bright hotness of summer days, your boycotts and bus freedom rides, paved freedom’s way!
Weary feet marched from Birmingham to Salem to Montgomery to Memphis.
Marchers of freedom attacked by dogs,fire hoses & tear gas.
Life threatened, children and wife beaten and bombed.
Struggle for Civil Rights, brotherhood & equality trudged on.
Martin Luther King, King of my Heart, you hide with the sunset behind the dark!
Ironically, you lived non-violently, but died so violently!
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Yes you are dead, but you can’t be buried!
Sing your praise, everlasting love,
For your Dream lives in the HEARTS OF ALL MANKIND!
MARTIN LUTHER KING,
KING OF HEARTS
Happy birthday, Dear Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in celebration of his Sunday, January 15, 2017
birthday celebrated as a National holiday on Monday, January 16, 2017.
BY Ms. M. Tyler
Copyrighted 2014, all rights reserved.
Poet and short story writer.
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Gord
2017-01-13 12:00 am
Cherish what little time we have, they say. Politics among the coursework for the day, Perhaps the housework can justify a stay, Though setbacks can justify means to create. The weed, it stays dope, We changed though, Peering through grass, We see our hope. Not one being persecutor, But blame to the group. Fire and flames on a hoop, Would not you jump officer? Or frame up and shoot?
Gord
2017-01-05 12:00 am
Not my president, Not my precedence. Denied relativism, Only my patriotism.
Gord
2017-01-03 12:00 am
Panic as the ship hits the shore, Not Before, la vie, con amore, For love does typically live forever. Only old men break for the weather, Feverish in their love of pleasure. Deacon finding the failure of people, Lights fires in the place of beacon, Wooden beams crumbling beneath him, He is the lighthouse that never was. I am the rocks that never could, Smashing rocks of greater virtue, I am then accost and pursued, Masticating grass of rain and dew, Too ignorant to stand. Too ignorant to move.
The Sophist
2016-12-28 12:00 am
Bird sings low Everywhere it goes Solo Volume decreased Old Crow can't hear Intricacies Flyin' from old notes Higher than most tho Song ain't loud Used to be Bird's quiet Crazy Speaks Feathers in beak Live Vibes to the beat Heat Released Birds flapping their wings Squawking their beaks Bending their knees Leaving their feet Lotus grows pink Cutting through deep Low melodies Low sounds of the songbird Played on repeat
Gord
2016-12-20 12:00 am
Pastures dry, the people see, Move on and feel their freedom, Seldom hearing people eaters. Creature seeking not being a career, Having not done it for twenty years, Seeking all monsters to be sought. Tables turned, the people rot. Yearning on for cannot be. Informed thoughts cannot read, Nor breed cattle to buy bread. Masters of a humble rest; Grow their own bread, Farm their own cattle, Fight their own battles, Propagating views to their peers, Which idealize each other, Making careers of judgement.
The Sophist
2016-12-14 12:00 am
Whatever I did I did it myelf Fucked God and the Devil Miserable Accosting young rebels When I was a kid I sat on a shelf Hiding in darkness 'til I piss'd myself Not fearful of Argus A game where amid We sought and dispelled My mother found these Piss covered shelves No brother beside me She helped when I hid She'd hear if I yelled Instead she heard beveled Breakfast cereal Make music of rainfall Taking blame for the good Forsaking myself Fuck with God and the Devil I play songs as well Drawing crosses in trebles All over the grid I marvel at how When I look at these crosses They offer some help
Gord
2016-12-12 12:00 am
Tomorrow is nothing but an intervention, Yesterday holding the true intention. Yet spend to stay powerful at the station, Your people power toward a cowards end, Politically investing on a shorter scale. Marking with pen and paper, clearing chambers, Tomorrow's makeshift inventions tooled on sale. As if someday a unicorn escaped their stable, Marked the day ideally we first fought in anger, Then paid extorted reparations as a gamble.
Gord
2016-12-06 12:00 am
Feather aloft, with folded wing, Birds gliding as the summer sings, Turning only to check the fitting. Bastion of the great lords, Last swinging his great sword, Breaking bones he sees fit. A life in three parts, As though it was, And so it is. Life lays it's judgement, As one tries to live.
Camille Tapec
2016-12-02 12:00 am
“What if’s” are the words that i cling Because dreams should be held, not sting What if you stared into my eyes what if you and me were not lies Together with a night full of stars so bright high with lullabies, beholds a very pretty sight With eyes wandering and touches of lust How could i resist, i’m trapped because of love But your attracted with another sight I’m in pain because your blinded with another light A song that forever will i always sing Sorry but “What if’s” are the only words i cling
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