7.26 TRAIN, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

Genre: Life, Society

7.26 TRAIN
by Stephen Karnaghan

The realization …
confronting …
my journey …
my initiation …
the pain …
the exhaustion …
because now I have …
tree time warrior …
do not worry …
your secret is …
nobody would …
the realization …
the nightmare …
oh the vain will …
and I …
and I …
feel my life slip away …
the understanding …
how could I …
the realization …
too confronting …
people will not …
and the equation floating in nothing …
waiting to activate …
the straightening of time …
imprisoned in our conscious minds …
ever bow tie …
is nothing …
and …
and …
to my horror …
it all makes …
and we …
the entertainment of the Universe …
Oh! Oh! How the vain will suffer …
and I …
with bow tie time …
generations loving lusting …
Oh! …
maybe others will know …
poets …
rejected poets …
given the key …
to the question …
oh we are so stupid …
vain …
and ridiculous …
and the title may …
may be the answer.

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SKIES ABOVE SYRIA, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Genre: Rhyme, Society, Political, War

SKIES ABOVE SYRIA
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Same crew,
Unknown airspace.

islamick crisis state
Misplaced enveloped craze.

Publicity publishes reports,
Editorial tributes
Dry ink cups.

Suspicious presidential price,
Justice evade hidden paradise.

Expensive peace,
Planting gas on protesting waters.
Reveling of truth,
Closely intermediate to conflict.

Let’s leave together,
You doubt uncertainty,
Rockets wouldn’t kill, if
Hostages deal,
But man melts steel.

Mass grave,
Hours ago, city was lively.
Six in threes,
Execution upon a time
Earth,

Coding parliamentary pledge,
Temporarily spoilt clock,
Little wire and tread,
Strap two batteries
Around her neck
Sprinkle black dust,
Bang !!!!
Bang!!!
Improvised death.

After researching catalyst,
Reality can’t sleep.
Misplaced islamick
Member states
Track support of news.

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the edge of it, Poetry by Bryan Byrd

Genre: Society, Rhyme

the edge of it
by Bryan Byrd

I stand at the edge of it
At the edge of it all
I stand in spite of it
In spite of all it all

No longer fighting it
No longer free from it
Always fleeing it
Never seeing it

When will I fall from it
What will they call it
How will it change me
What will they say

In spite of it all

-b2

Bryan Byrd
tha’ pontificator at large, b2
b2publishing.blogspot.com

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About Poetry, Poetry by lars blichfeldt

Genre: Life, Society

About Poetry by lars blichfeldt

I used to love hating poetry.

Written by those who failed 
living the expected life themselves.

Now wrapping up words 
in riddles and fancy glitter.
To attain the unattainable.

Narcissistic socialists
breathing the universe
while reminding the masses 
to be satisfied just looking at the sun.


I did.
I looked at the sun.

Astonishing...

Perhaps i was wrong.
Perhaps i was the failure.


I started writing.
It felt refreshing.

Pats on the back, 
Polite comments and praises.
I was seduced.

Intoxicated by appreciation.


Soon i would be the lump of coal.
transforming into a diamond.

The winning ticket.

The one in a million.

Flawless.

Unique.

Without practice.

Without effort.

A unicum.


This 'new' me..

A thinker.. 

A writer..

A word wrapper..

A poet..


What i loved to hate, 
I now hated to love.


Thinking like a child.

Naive like a child.

I believed the sun turned around me.


One day i might grow up.

One day i might loose this spirit.
 
Hopefully it wont be soon.

 

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WEAK END, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Genre: Rhyme, Society

WEAK  END
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Kill fear, bury her in
Thy tinny chest,
Lyrics of bravery,
Dancing to work daily.


Campaign leaks pay,
Popping bubbles cause 
A perfect friday.


Age is my pride
On the days that I climb


Pain is a sign
Soul isn't for man.
So,
Man the good,
Tame the evil. 


You can't read love
Leadership is worse,
But, 
Wire connects a new world.


Rename fear into strength
Remain friends with respect,
Keep humility close to thy chest,
Decency must label your dress.


Prosperity will call me next.


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A Night on The Town Of Paris, Poetry by Emaglaw

Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme

A Night on The Town Of Paris:
by Emaglaw

Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
My God the Blood is Spraying.
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
The delay, to Reload, was temporary.
Fall down, no need, we lay,
Like birds we flocked together.
Be still, don’t move, they’ll see,
oh God please here our plea.
Cry out, don’t shoot, don’t kill,
Deaths release is now upon thee.

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Snow on the way, Poetry by Jeffery Moser

Genre: Society, Life

Snow on the way
by Jeffery Moser

Before we had this upstairs west window
There were only whistles, gong rocks, and etched
Contracts with comets. Remember how they
Raced across the sky with no capitals,
Punctuation, or rhyme? One shy star plunged,
Splintered growth and vanished. Nervous solons
Rummaged in the dry reeds until whiz kids
Recast the librettos. Now shall we gauge
What’s going on downtown? Looks like there remains
Outbreak of gold fever. Foolscaps amply
Clearer than hand mirrors, too. Oh, rich hour. Here’s
Lawrence’s notes on mornings! Corn Dance! Pretty
Christmas Eve! Tears! If this world ends, they can’t
Say we didn’t salvage the wares on our backs.

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