Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Superstorm Shows Blue and Bitter




The Super storm's color is blue and bitter,
It covers the active land as a disaster.
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Women are comfort to move on to November,
The losses and wound are tearful to remember.
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Courage is made of wisdom and wonder,
The aftermath of violent weather to labor under.
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Cypress bush is crow dark,
Men are goat-teeth in your heart.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Loneliness By Elaine J. Mark




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Raindrops pour from the sky,
Like salty teardrops spilling,
Each a crystal prism
reflecting love's delight,
night enshrouds my longing,
Daybreak soothes the pain,
Sunlight takes my teardrops
to mingle with the morning dew,
And gone are the lovers' visions,
Far as the loved one's hand.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

ODE to Poetry Community JP @ Olive Garden (Haiku and Poetry)


Gooseberry


Dine on fine poetry,
JP @ Olive Garden,
Eat, Drink, and Go Home.
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Five-Inch-Foot-Long choice,
Subway sandwich, delicious,
To go is easier.
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Pepperoni, meat,
Tomato, olive, and ranch,
simple, green hot lunch.
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Fruits, drinks, and gravy,
Salad plus chicken tenders,
What yummy quick fix!

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Adversity (Nan) and Oxygen (Yang)




 Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom


 As I travel cross the bay,
I feel sick of something I see,
I begin to know why God is needed
while many people consider themselves well educated,
There are occurrences fundamentally wrong,
They exist because subjectivity dominates some all along.
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Ones with bills paid, homes bought,
may not feel fully content to what's been sought,
No absolute gains among a group of jeers,
and joy comes after painful tears.
Stay hopeful when life unfolds,
dramatic disasters, the way T-storm goes.
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To panic instead of inspire,
is way too high to transpire,
Last time's loss may turn into next time's success,
The chances are up for our own access,
In crests of waves, in vast sea,
We surf against the tide to see what we can see.



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Saturday, October 6, 2012

The His-Tory By Cecilia Cunningham



Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)



Perhaps not militant, but true
to their convictions of duty...
Acceptable to the valiant
Americans,
who extend their knowledge
beyond a sea of narrowness.
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Perhaps not big-mouthed, but with
Tongues seasoned with salt...
Practicing Christmas virtues,
Long before it was fashionable.
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Perhaps not boastful, but never
in quest of sympathy,
When solving hate problems,
Against encroachments on all people,
Yet always maintaining temperance.
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Perhaps not what you want, but what
you need...
Equity that has exalted a nation,
Gaining for the people justice and peace.

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Monday, October 1, 2012

We Hear The Ocean (On Dreams and Innocence)




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Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams





We hear the ocean,
Ancient water and woods give asylum, comfort
to all errors and every abortion.
Toads char from shadowy sort
of trees and swamps location.
Sand fleas scissor our feet,
Headlights of cars shine down like stars,
The waves only speak at present tense,
nothing aging, nothing remaining,
Atlantic ocean, sand, seashells...
Sentiments all drown in the ocean!
Prayers for those who are begging for love
Due to bad sickness and good luck…