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Don’t Drink the Water

In Poetry on June 26, 2013 at 3:03 pm

White Man is

Black in his ways,

darker than the

Innocent he hunts.

His bullets sharper than the

blades that fight them,

His cold smiles and

False Friendship

more dangerous than

Arrows.

You could listen hard,

never hear the cries, but

When you stand with your feet

in the water,

The cool liquid passing

between your aching toes, your

skin will turn

Red.

The blood still flows fast there.

 

Julia Bodwell, USA

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Flicker

In Poetry on June 14, 2013 at 3:40 pm

How beautiful is the pen when it graces the page

words decorating with passion and imagery

How silent is the woman’s tear

as it falls unto her unclaimed hand

coloring her body with a stain of progression

She finds comfort in her stories that end happily

A heroine must bloom into matrimony

the stagnation of a woman’s heart

in her own society, begs for an escape

to blossom with another uninhibited heartbeat

She burns with age that is always present

she fears to flicker out and leave nothing

but the misery in the hand that held her light

The writer ties herself to her own constraints

leaving her regretful but never wrong

She dips her pen into the ink leaving a mark

for others to build upon, her flame burns on.

 

Brittany Nelson, USA

Life Spins

In Poetry on June 7, 2013 at 7:28 pm

Our State of Consciousness

shall maintain inside

for as long as we let it.

 

And our State of Inspiration

is inconsequential

to what can be

 

overall

achieved.

 

And perhaps we will always feed off

each other’s energies

each other’s memories.

 

We rush from the Decembers

full circle.

 

Life spins

and the rest-stops are the fruit

of it all.

 

Gregory Gathman, USA