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Common Sunday
Sunday morning With adorning Clothes, the people come Ironed dresses Pants with creases Early prep all done. Singing starting Hynm books parting People slightly swaying Preacher speaking Hard pews creaking In the sunlight streaming People stare Stagnate air Try maintaining sleepless Another song Far too long Children getting restless End is near Almost here Yet one more rabbit trail Eyebrows bunch It's Time for lunch Babies start to wail Service ends Meal begins Another summer Sunday.
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New
Labels
What is gender? Women are pink and destined to serve men. Men are blue, work, and provide money for the family. Why would that ever have to be the way? Women are strong. Women are powerful. Women create men. Yet it's WoMEN. Men have emotions. Men can stay at home. Men are caring. Yet they are told they don’t cry. Why does gender exist? Women and men are both humans. They both feel the same things. They both can do the same things. Why put labels on humans? All it does is create divides. The world does not need dividing. We are all human no matter what label we use. Human, no matter if you're women, men, nonbinary, genderfuild, or more. We are just humans. By Nyx Rodriguez
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What of...
The clean air is running. Running away to a world I can’t go. What of my future, Will it be there at all? The predictable weather is gone. Gone somewhere out of reach. What of my dreams, Will the next storm sweep them away? The clear night sky has left. Left somewhere no one can follow. What of my fate, Will it end before I truly get to live? By Nyx Rodriguez
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Classic
The Last Quarter of the Moon
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel Like a goaded wheel. Half-numb, half-maddened, my days are strife. The night is sliding towards the dawn, And upturned hills crouch at autumn's knees. A torn moon flees Through the hemlock trees, The hours have gnawed it to feed their spawn. Pursuing and jeering the misshapen thing A rabble of clouds flares out of the east. Like dogs unleashed After a beast, They stream on the sky, an outflung string. A desolate wind, through the unpeopled dark, Shakes the bushes and whistles through empty nests, And the fierce unrests I keep as guests Crowd my brain with corpses, pallid and stark. Leave me in peace, O Spectres, who haunt My labouring mind, I have fought and failed. I have not quailed, I was all unmailed And naked I strove, 'tis my only vaunt. The moon drops into the silver day As waking out of her swoon she comes. I hear the drums Of millenniums Beating the mornings I still must stay. The years I must watch go in and out, While I build with water, and dig in air, And the trumpets blare Hollow despair, The shuddering trumpets of utter rout. An atom tossed in a chaos made Of yeasting worlds, which bubble and foam. Whence have I come? What would be home? I hear no answer. I am afraid! I crave to be lost like a wind-blown flame. Pushed into nothingness by a breath, And quench in a wreath Of engulfing death This fight for a God, or this devil's game.
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Last week
In the Morning
There's something about a morning, quickly come, and quickly gone, But the freshness and the beauty makes it worth that morning yawn. Watch the sun slow dry the dew And light against the dark does move Still and calm and fresh and clean is the invite from a dawn.
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A Simple Life
I just want a simple life, filled with simple joys and pleasures Where I'm satisfied to be content with simple lasting treasures Simple things like laughter at something silly done or said, Simple happiness that comes from finally curling up in bed. That simple smile from a stranger, A simple conversation with a friend, The quiet watching of the sunset when the day is at its end. A simple steaming cup of coffee, Singing simple songs, A carefree whistle in the morning, Finding to which sock every other one belongs. Bread and butter for a snack, A simple stroll around the block. A hand to simply hold in mine, in silence, or as we softly talk. A book to read to fill the time A simple line to write Counting all the shooting stars Getting lost in fire light In the face of all the complex things this world is telling us to be, When I wish for rest, or think of what is best, (I know that) It's the simple life for me.
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The Promise
For always, forever, my love never ending My arms always open, my ear always bending To hear you, Yes You, the words from your lips To embrace you, surround you with warm love's eclipse. Perfection: too feeble a word to describe The depths of the promise filled cup we enbibe. I am the place you can share and confide Your troubling feelings, your prayers thought denied. I care for you, walk with you through calm and wild, I am with you through thick and through thin, my child. For you, and your best I'll be always defending, For always, forever, my love never ending.
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New
An Intricate Dance
An Intricate Dance
The forest was bathed in moonlit beams
Secrets revealed in the stirring of dreams
Golden light weaved through ancient trees
Truth was revealed by mysterious keys
A magnificent play of darkness and light
A feast for the soul in unrehearsed delight
The moon and forest in an intricate dance
Melded together by fate and pure chance
by Alison Johnstone1
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