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Poems from One Word

 
 
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Wed 9 Nov, 2011 10:58 pm
@Procrustes,
Funneling cash from the poor to the rich
Changing the rules as convenient
They lack a moral compass.
Exploit for all they’re worth
And all you are worth.

Spot the difference
Between those working three jobs
And those running directorships
From the beaches and links.

What would it take
For anybody’s fair day’s work
To be enough to fund
A day’s living expenses?



crunchy
Seed
 
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Reply Sun 22 Jan, 2012 12:38 pm
@spikepipsqueak,
The night hangs low, the moon my guide
Through the door i creep
making sure to make not a peep
Standing still making sure to hide
Slumbering parents not to far away
The night to great
I couldnt leave it to fate
It was my friends that made me stay
Three more steps to my door
I take a step slow as can be
almost there, oh the joy in me
I can't do this any more
Last step upon a crunchy toy
"I'm right here" might as well been yelled
I should have just rung the door bell
Cutting the silence "You're grounded boy"

escape
julzz
 
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Reply Wed 25 Jul, 2012 03:16 am
@edgarblythe,
the color of bras
keeps getting in my head
it looks like gold
a metal from unknown

hi guys.. new here.. Smile)

luck
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julzz
 
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Reply Wed 25 Jul, 2012 03:21 am
@Seed,
she looked out the window and sighed
for three months she's been here
a guard strolled by whistling
she grabbed his arm rather desperate
yelling, "please let me escape"
the guard pushed her hard
she fell,hugged her knees and cried
thoughts reminiscing back to the past
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julzz
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jul, 2012 12:05 am
the color of brass
the teacher asks
it looks like gold
metal from unknown

luck
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Fri 3 Aug, 2012 05:39 pm
@julzz,
Ride the wind. Tack cunningly.
Be conveyed, furthered, by the traces of the air.
When the weather drags you through the hedges
Relax, or fight the blast, as you see fit.
But never, damn you, dare
To cower in the culvert
Whimpering your helplessness
And blaming your luck.
Shades of Kipling
Raving about pluck.
There’s truth among the bombastic chaff
And more to you, my boy, than shows right now,
By half.



Handfast
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Wed 5 Sep, 2012 12:51 am
@spikepipsqueak,
A marriage made in heaven
Or some fresh social hell
The Liberal Party and the top end of Collins St.
Happily handfasted, sweetly in love
With “liberty” rhetoric,
But when push comes to shove
Under cover of darkness
To save business costs
Those last little luxuries are sliced
Off the bloke on the minimum wage
Ventures go to the shredder
To feed corporate greed.
Workers kicked to the gutter
Without entitlements,
Since the company is devoid of funds,
Though the executive officers walked with salary
And bonuses for a job well done.




shirt
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Fri 31 May, 2013 08:39 pm
@spikepipsqueak,
On this day 5 years ago
The focus was on love.
Today, shirtfronted by internet fascists,
Because I witnessed to
Their shirtfronting of another harmless soul,
Whose crime was to protest
The restrictive regime in the goldfish bowl
I can’t see any love
Or much hope.





power
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Fri 31 May, 2013 09:46 pm
fate is the power
of a single flower
rooted in stone

for the stone may split
though the flower just sit
king on a throne

ANGLE
mngunim
 
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Reply Sun 23 Jun, 2013 10:51 am
@edgarblythe,
dragging diamond idols on Namibian sand
made me think of the good things, lovely beings that travelled this land
cameras and lights, Coke bottle, 'the Gods must be crazy'
Cecil Rhodes strangling himself, swallowing his sexuality
denying a Dutch princess a chance to have a son
a daughter with one of the world's greatest who turned the world's most forgotten
for they were kings with no heir to their thrones

dragging diamond idols on the dusty Zimbabwean streets
terrified of the president and his armies
the leader we once believed in but turned corrupt with time and revenge
perhaps he always was, for a man is nothing but his actions
'he saw the world from a different ANGLE, that's why we chose him'
vowed for a warrior for his good fights, and forgot to ask what drove him
if a person's soul never changes, then we are doom to the choices we make in excitement

dragging diamond souls on South African prisons
where Mandela and the likes were once held
now turned overpopulated with young lads not fighting for freedom
for when you train a soldier, you don't tell him about the peace talks
least he fights with caution and you lose the war
what becomes of him when the war ends?
what becomes of you when you no longer need him
…....


AFRICA
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 23 Jun, 2013 11:22 am
Africa

Africa screams while a busy world spins on by
Billions for the oil rich, ignore a black baby's cry

Montezuma
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Sun 23 Jun, 2013 10:46 pm
@edgarblythe,
Our own personal Montezumas
Tearing the hearts out of the living
To placate the machine
And gratify greed
Oblivious to any pain not theirs.
Should we, perhaps,
Stop raising our babies
According to a cost accounting model?





Mittens
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neekeeda
 
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Reply Thu 1 Aug, 2013 08:35 am
@edgarblythe,
in borderline of purpose and cause
i watch my worth as it clatters below
of weight that was lost in armored wars
now left in a closet shut down long ago..

like heavy brass it clings to me
the reason the question i yearned to find
like brazen brass it proved to me
whats gone was never realy mine
....
breathe
mngunim
 
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Reply Mon 9 Sep, 2013 06:18 am
@neekeeda ,
with a grin, he tossed whitish powder in the air
like breaststroke swimmers, their heads followed together
gasping for air, life, with a tint of death
for life they were used to, it was death they desired
the excitement, the thrill, blood rushing they call living
in a moment they were hooked

all went quiet in a matter of seconds
as he held her down, until she stopped saying No
she laid there helplessly and took the pain
moans and groans, God's name in vain
in a moment, both their lives were to change
took just a minute... then she could breathe

Blood
mngunim
 
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Reply Tue 24 Sep, 2013 03:58 pm
@mngunim,
funny how we make everything about us
as if we were all important
how we force ourselves to be of contribution
part of the bigger picture everyone is looking at

funny how we find it hard to admit we were just collateral damage
as broken as we are, it wasn't meant for us
we just happened to be there

funny how wars between governments are fought by unarmed civilians
64, 69, however many, innocent blood is shed
souls that pay the prize, for decisions not of their own

light
darkangel1720
 
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Reply Sun 4 Mar, 2018 10:05 am
@mngunim,
People had liked me and used to be kind.
They eventually walk out on me and left me behind.
For them to still talk to me had been my desire,
But they got mad because it was them I admire.

Hurt and confused, keep living I must,
Though there's not a single person I could trust.
People who liked me only did so for a season,
And then they all stopped for the very same reason.

Then I decided to give it one more chance.
If she also turn on me, I'll probably understand.
Though I can't afford to get hurt another time
I kept assuring myself that things will be fine.

Then one day she hurt me as well,
And she never stopped putting me through hell.
She was just like others, was just the same.
I'm just a pawn in a giant cosmic game.

I can't look up to anyone. It's not in the cards.
I'm trying to pick up the broken pieces and shards.
She stopped liking me and treated me bad,
Cuz I looked up to her and that made her mad.

I try to get through each day with my life shattered.
I'm trying to make sense of this and all that mattered.
A flicker of light in the darkness around me,
Is just an illusion. Misery always surrounds me.
I'm surrounded by a crowd, yet I feel all alone.
I got nowhere to go, no place to call home.

time
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