Home-Away From Pain

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…my neck, for this life I no longer beg.
Sign of my death like a check, for this life has me by the leg.

Drop me ocean deep,
And do not weep, do not weep,
It's my death,
I knew it would come like my birth on earth.

Caskets are for those who die in peace,
But not for those who's pain never cease.
Funerals are for those who lived in hope,
But not for those who die by the rope.

Although I had the brains,
I couldn't bust my own chains.
Don't you please say a prayer,
A good…

By Donerd Leviticus

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Fall's Funeral

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…the rustic brown,

orange,

and green leaves

on every road

begin to lasso October

for his last threads of autumn.

Black clouds flush

the fully-lit-stone,

and fangs soar

the chilly midnight air,

cackling

and

screeching,

the last breath

the scarecrows will exhale.

The trademark-V possesses the moon,

and paves south

to hide from frozen return.

Pumpkins wrinkle tea-light for children,

while bon-fires crawl back inside chimneys,

as the sky unravels behind de-tasseled corn.

The depressed sun sleeps longer than usual

during her blanketed hibernation,

and the grass will awaken

frostbittenly reborn,

the moment mother nature

bares herself to the world…

By Jai K

Website: http://jaik82blog.wordpress.com

Twitter: jAiK82

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Halloween's Child

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…blend into the evening, my face now adorned with a mask

I steal from my house to meet cohorts, with a plan for agreed upon tasks.

Crouching low we creep into the corn field, the ears in dried husks reaching high

We quietly pick and shuck kernels underneath scudding clouds in the sky.

Patiently hiding along side the road, young demons awaiting their prey

A car makes a sound in the distance, the headlights are heading our way.

Handfuls of corn are now heaved from the dark, the hubcaps go rat-a-tat-tat!

We scatter like mice in the kitchen, who’ve been…

By James Geehring

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Best of All

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…those tears we never shed
There is a best of all

Of all the love we never made
Or tender moments never spent in bed
Of all sweet memories never shared
There is a best of all

Of all our children never nursed
Or for that matter, ever birthed
Of all those trips we never planned
There is a best of all

Of all the places we've never been
Of all the games we never played
Of all the dinners never cooked
There is a best of all

Of all the fights we never had
Of all the make-ups never…

By Sharon Cunningham

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The Champion

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…my dragon's back,

my shield and armour made from scales no foe would dare attack.

I roam about the countryside and seek to do good deeds,

the peasants are such simple folk, I'm pleased to fill their needs.

No need to tilt at windmills, my opponents are quite real,

they smile and offer pleasantries but lie and cheat and steal.

With promises and hope for all, but never do deliver,

I vow to make them penitent with arrows from my quiver.

The overlords are arrogant, they feel they are immune,

but they've not dealt with dragons, perhaps they'll change their…

By James Geehring

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Higgs-Boson Caress

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…because I feel your energy and see your vibration, of so many colors.

There we are playing the game of 'tug of war,' who is able to pull the other over the fine line that divides us. Will that be you or me?!

The love that I feel and the desire that is with me also changes my colors, do you look at me in awe understanding how close we really are? Like the particles of those colors we are dancing with so many others we are blinded by the beauty we see.

Moving at the speed of light into…

By Tracey Albright-Goldblatt

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Wedged in the Garden

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…gingerly upon her knees, under the hot sun.

He sits upon the bench, watching her; his gaze steady and intent.

Delicately, but purposefully, she pulls pensively with her hands.

He urges her to pull just a little harder, "or it won't come out," he says!

She licks her lips.

He notices how charmingly her moistened lips glisten in the sun.

Expectantly, he looks down at her bent head, intent on the task at hand.

"Aaaah," he proclaims, as she cheekily leans back to rest on her heels!

Triumphantly, she holds her trophy in her soiled hands.

Delightedly, she proclaims, "Well,…

By Sharon Cunningham

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But He Don't Hear Me

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…his minds somewhere.

He talks; I hear each word,

Listen; know what I’ve heard.

I hear all that he needs,

He tells me how he bleeds,

But he don’t hear me try,

Don’t know I’m gonna die.

I remember, its absurd,

Every lie and hurtful word,

And though he doesn’t hear me,

He often swears he loves me,

Brings home the daily bread,

And takes me to his bed.

Within I feel the way,

His words cut every day.

Says, I don’t like your friend,

You’re not seeing her again,

Or you’re not working there.

Or! Hey! What’s with your hair?

Girl you’re…

By Roger C Horton​​​​​​​

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The Beginning

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…are gleaming with wonders,

The ways are waiting for a new adventure.

Scramming the haunted memories of past,

And facing the dynamic mystery of future.

Living the life, in such a glory,

That even misery will be afraid of its fury.

The aura of redemption is inextinguishable,

The lust for fame is impeccable.

The fire of vengeance is still on,

But the serenity of mind is not all lost.

Relinquishing the fear, buried inside us,

To embrace the prosperous…

By Arnab Majumdar

Website: https://dtranscendentalist.wordpress.com/

Twitter: arnab8_7

Facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/arnab.acrylicx

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