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Race_9togo Feb 26, 2011

The Voice You Will Remember

“Look at me”, they shout,
“look at me,
look how wonderful I am
compared to you!”
But they are nothing,
less than insect defecation
stuck to grimy windows
sweltering in useless heat.

“I am here”, they shriek,
“I am here,
look how much I matter,
so much more than you!”
But they are insignificant,
as tiny as the lives they lead,
pathetic amongst the throngs
they so desperately
try to rise above.

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wolfycat Feb 26, 2011

On A Homeless Man's Death

A homeless man lay dying
On a bleak and wintry day
People purposely avoided him
As if he was in their way

God’s angels watched in wonder
Surely, someone would care
To help this fellow human
But, they only acted unaware

He had helped a threatened woman
He fought to save her life
And the man that tried to harm her
Attacked the homeless man with his knife

People kept on walking
As tears fell down his face
The life poured from inside him
As he prayed for dying grace

S
scribbler Feb 26, 2011

LATE WINTER'S NIGHT With Shirley Harrison's help

In a dark and varied landscape
on a night of sickle moon
all seems stark and severe

As were the artist's medium
a charcoal sketch
on gray paper, bare

Even the sky is smudged
by stratus thumbs
smearing random stars
from west to east
leading to further decreased
ambient light

Skeletal trees upward reach
and with naked arms beseech
a return of leaves and warmth
having become cold
inured to their own nudity

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tired_goat Feb 26, 2011

Sweetness

I eat plastic noodles
to remember, the imaginary scent of December
sipping at chilli soup in my bed rags
your artificial smell
loving up my bed hair.

I fell into her bed right there
your feelings for me spindled around me
like a little moat of clouds
of hot, fresh steam
that balanced eagerly
in pure thin air.

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Alice Ember Feb 25, 2011

Love is death

Let the pain roll off my back
Into the sand my blood drops
My dreams go with the wind
My laughter sounds in hell

The knife you shoved into my back
Cuts into my heart
Until everything spills from inside me
Down I go
Spiral out of control
ceaseing to be

Watch as blood gushes from my mouth
As my heart bleeds through my skin
I fall to the ground
Look up at you and say
Your love was just my death in
a pretty disguise

S
scribbler Feb 25, 2011

HINTS OF WINTER'S END

Maple buds are now brick red
scattered through a copse of trees
with warmth mixing into a cold breeze
spring time must be just ahead
winter's song is nearly done

A robin and one lone blue jay
hopping about bare limbs and ground
both hoping food will soon be found
on this bright and windy day
beneath a yellow mid-day sun

Beech trees now their dead leaves expel
crimson blooms upon a red bud tree
that's bent and muted just like me
dogwood buds starting to swell
the return to life has now begun

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docmaverick Feb 25, 2011

The Darkest Winter

The darkest winter, ever
never felt so damned alone,
these growing pains are crippling
hope it's worth it when I'm grown;

this winter brought more gravity
at least, that's how I feel,
this burden of first-hand knowledge
leaves an icy chill, that's real!

Folks say that they understand
it's a lesson we must all learn,
fate merely granted ambiance
when it finally was my turn.

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Geezer Feb 25, 2011

I Was...

Ghosts of who we were
Strength made from our yesterdays
Where our memories are blurred

Left to our own devices
We fabricate gracefully
Making truth work harder still

Living longest I can kneel
At the altar then
And no one can deny me

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weirdelf Feb 25, 2011

Time goes round in a straight line

When we check the time,
noticing that check also means stop,
with a clock or watch with hands that go round,
now like seconds,
in the now like minutes
or resonating in the now like hours,
like the Earth around itself,
around the sun,
in the near infinite now of the spiraling Galaxy
We are in and out of time and myth.
Free.

When we read a digital display
of this thing we call time,
the number gets bigger each time you look.
Digital time drags us inexorably to our deaths.
The bugger.

I like a sunrise,
a morning birdsong,