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Tomorrow, Poetry by Kim Wheeler

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Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

Tomorrow by Kim Wheeler

What happens when tomorrow never comes
Do we cry for loss of purpose?
Or do our tears tell the truth
That without another tomorrow
We shall be alone, once more
Without love, hope or salvation
And our path towards the light
Fades into damnation
As we fear the night
And we fear ourselves
And the weakness we behold
As we are alone
Growing tired getting old
Our memories make our future
What will we be?
What shall we hear and what are we to be or see
Perhaps emptiness again
What happens if tomorrow never comes
Guess we will just have to await our fate
And don’t question the question
Just accept we are what and where and when
We are
Alone again a part of the great unknown
Or apart from the great unknown
I will tell you when I know
Maybe tomorrow.

 

 

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IF?…………………………with apologies to Rudyard Kipling, Poetry by Lesley

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Genre: Life, Society

 

IF?…………………………with apologies to Rudyard Kipling

 

If you can find your phone

When all about are fumbling in their bags,

If you can self scan shop,

And not find anything scarier, and carry on regardless

When there’s an unexpected item in the bagging area……

If you can choose the queue that has no ringing bell

And pack your stuff and find your purse

Although you feel like hell,

If you can stir a pot and clothe a tot and fill a vacuum flask,

And find a shoe and clear up poo – then you can multitask!

If you can smile when others take the piss

And not ask does my bum look big in this?

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds worth of emails sent,

Then yours is the earth and all that’s in it –

And what’s more you’ve had  a life well spent

 

Lesley

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Ground Zero, Poetry by, Melissa R. Mendelson

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Genre: Life, History, Spiritual, American, Patriotic

Ground Zero
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

The subway rocks me asleep,
and I forget.
The city streets shake with noise,
and a million footsteps thunder
against concrete.
And I become lost.
Time ticks by,
and everyone is on schedule.
Nothing breaks their routine,
but I pause.
I stop to remember
what took place
so long ago,
and I see yesterday
standing there
with tears falling against darkness.
And I remember the wave of emotion
that gripped me,
that threatened to drown me,
but I rode those waves
with my pen.
And the city became alive once more,
and we walk a million moments
of our lives,
alive.
But do we still remember,
or is it easy to
forget?

 

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YEARNING, Poetry by Kapil Joshi

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GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS

YEARNING by Kapil Joshi

a long cherished dream
perceived,protected
through
fallacies of perception…
protected,perceived
by
the walls
raised
through
the fallacies
of
a dumb mind….
an enemy
and
a friend
at
the same time
embracing
the light
of
longing
of
an emblazoned heart
now empty
now full
of
love…
just
another
long cherished dream

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In Darkness, Poetry by Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

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Genre:Rhyme, Life

In Darkness

In an impoverished cruel world she walks,

Forcing a moonshine smile that hides stifled searing tears.

Choking back she integrates with a soulless community, Altruism is a myth and disappointment reigns supreme.

In silent moments behind closed doors she lets blood, Beating the walls to release the pain burning inside.

Fighting the two persons struggling in her clouded mind, Both alone even without each-other screaming to belong.

To love, to live, to be loved and escape the desolation, Which stings more each long thunderous day.

Like a poisoned dog she prays the inexplicable pain would stop, As times rolls on so too does her sad swim into despair.

Her cries lost in the darkness until one grim night The numbness sets in, zombiefied the blood flows, And an endless sleep consumes.

Now stands an ironic memorial in her name, It reads beloved wife and daughter,
Yet lays covered with rotting weeds, Engulfed by the stale stench of neglect!

by

Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

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The Coldest Winter, Poetry by M.S The Secret…

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Genre: Life, Society

The Coldest Winter 
Here comes more snow and its holding at 3 degrees below 0.
No heat, no food, not even a drink.
It’s hard trying to survive living on these cold ass streets.
To strange to believe, I never dreamed this would be the life I would lead.
No one knows who I am.
Their eyes just see another needy, homeless man.
My dreams have long faded away.
Now I struggle to survive on these streets day after day.
I can’t even pray.
I don’t know what to say.
I guess GOD knows I live this way.
I often ask myself how I turned out this way.
Some would be quick to say it’s my lazy trifling ways.
Some would say it’s all of my drinking drugging days.
If I could I would ask GOD will I die this way or is it in His grace for me to change.
Once thought of as a rising shining star, but today I’m eating out of trash cans sleeping in abandon cars.
Remember when you pass my way and mutter under your breath and say don’t give him any money today.
He is homeless and he chose to be that way.
This could be you!
We are all one pay check away from the coldest winter.
by M.S The Secret…
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Farewells of Mt. Auburn, Poetry by Mark-Curtis Dunn

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Genre: History, Life, War

Farewells of Mt. Auburn

i
Crisp Spring after last snow melt
Greens buds atop a frosty hillock.
Forest branches reach to azure turned golden
Where beneath emerald, secret paths among headstones
Meander up hill and down to strain the breast.
Only intimates would know
Demure scrolled marble weary white by the years
Still to bring gasps and tears for those who rest.

ii
Bonded in serenity as in life
Infant child, doting mother, upright father
Cast into grief so sudden, long sighs to heave
Until joined once more
With mirror grey granite blazoned names.

iii
Hillside helmeted herald
Pearly wings outstretched, spear at the ready,
Proclaims in perpetuity
Such a gift her forbears beneath brought
To span that earthly chasm
Between light and shade, friend and foe,
Before temporal borders close the day.

iv
Maiden sphinx sarcophagus,
Mighty, majestic, martial,
Hosts phalanx ghosts
Lock step, bayonets drawn, wheel to flank
Amid clamor, clash, and red calamity
On many Little Round Tops,
To bind the laws for freedoms all.

v
Departing day drapes
On shadowy granite gate,
Sylvan sequestered sanctuary spires,
Terraced turreted tower.
Give air to all creation.
Care for these souls who remain in trust,
Humble markers to obelisk monuments,
And light their crown celestial unceasing.
— Mark-Curtis Dunn
© 2016

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