Clocks

Clocks

Gut wrenching
Dark
Clocks ticking
Strange feelings
Hair falling out
Feel the coming
Fading feelings
Lapping waves
Radiation floating
Organisms dying
Life expiring
Under deluges
Of spills

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Killing Fields

Killing Fields

Will this kill us
Wanting, to know.
It all seems senseless
I want to know
Define:
How this happened?
Burnt earth is happening
Soon


Killing fields are
The ways of man
who have no clutching
of their gut
Women who hold
their stomachs deep feelings in
Their wombs from
where life springs.

We [women] know how awful
And are not
distracted by greed
Whole,
Holes
Bullets fly in the air
Who holds
The guns?

 

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For Day 9 – January 9th 2017

For Day 9 – January 9th 2017

alphonzo[another day late poem]

Weathering the storm
Watching
The killing of a democracy

While easy enough for
Elected officials who
Do not listen to their
Constituents

[Resistance is a popular
Movement]
It is all the hope
People are strong
Enough to do
so

 

 

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Day 7 January 7th, 2017

Day 7 January 7th, 2017

 

 

Round about
a way
Not straight
true north
Nor west

Places that never
belong to anyone
Well, they should
not belong to anyone

They need to be free
As we need to be free
Not encumbered

She smiled, with
her blue eyes bright
As she twirled
a bit of her hair

 

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Dewy Dreams

Dewy Dreams

Day 1, January 2017

Dewy Dreams

Aquamarine drips
Her face dazzling as the
Sweet songbird sings;

The sun peeks out
Just at the horizon
Glorious winsome shades

Only temporary
Baby Moon Face
My moonchild

Reaches up wholly to
Skylight and shrines
She is a Holy desire
That Comes from within

A thin silk string held by
celestial being
hanging there
Nightly light glowing
Just glowing

 

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