Society Poems
The Stooge and the Vixen in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Bragg's just an ass, a poor leftist stooge
Bought for in full by the Soros machine,
Why target me when he knows he will loose
His obvious intentions malicious and mean.
As to that Stormy, a vixen indeed,
She's now named me ‘Tiny’ can't clearly be true,
Her one claim to fame fueled by greed
The day I first met her is the day I now rue.
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The Tear of the Archangel Michael
by drake brown
Michael turned down to look upon the faces of humanity, stricken with grief.
For he saw not only the man, but the woman, the daughter.
Flowing and dancing in the waist high grass that dances alongside her, as much stars as she is the earth. Unaware of what she is dancing into.
The brother, his eyes scrunched together imitating the anxieties of society as he focuses on the task of good and evil. He must prevail, he has seen what happens to men when they fail.
The mother, looks up from her book to see her children no longer around her in love. Feeling the sudden heartbreak she always ran away from.
The father, pulled out his own eyes long ago, stumbling blind for years because he was made powerless by a world he doesn’t understand.
# The Sun and the Night
The sun, who continuously pours out all the light it has, is a continuous shining beacon for all.
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Maps
by Willow Silvera
The Maps
Filled with criss-crossed
Broken lines and the spaces in
Between
Loosely covering
The pale green
walls of my room.
Sheltering the cracks
Shaped by forgotten dreams
And lost memories
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The mirror on the wall
by Marta Gomez
She told me that her problem,
Was the excess fat she had,
Around her waist below her cheekbones,
Always lacking in her butt,
Her double chin was so annoying,
And her eyes too boring to look at,
She didn’t see her little dimples,
Composing a melody along her smile,
Those eyes that were too boring,
Reflected truth, reflected warmth,
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An Elegy Of Life
by H R Singha
“Never say you want to die”, “Live on without giving up!”
They say everyone should cherish life like that.
Frankly, we don’t care a bit if we ourselves died
But we’d be pretty sad if the people around us did,
It should be ego somehow, that goes like,
“Because we just wouldn’t like to be sad”
Not caring if strangers are living or not,
And hating someone else merely like some kinds of trends and
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What am I?
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
What am I?
I’m great fun and sometimes crazy,
Loud or soft with moods quite hazy,
Full of love, sorrow, unrequited loss,
One minute happy another sullen, cross.
I see the world in shades of neon gray,
Rarely do I care or anyone obey,
My vibes are epic, they constantly perplex,
Full of contradictions, invariably complex.
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Crucifixion
by Jeff Bresee
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,
but maybe it’s time that we see
that we as a people are nothing but fake,
ensuring that’s how it will be.
We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,
doing so with our fists in the air.
It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,
hypocrisy beyond compare.
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I AM AFRICA
by Aloo Denish Obiero
I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life first aligned.
I am Africa, the cradle of civilization,
Where mighty empires rose with determination,
From the ancient Egypt's pyramids to the Great Zimbabwe walls,
From glorious Mali Empire to Kingdom of Kush, history recalls.
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The Tear of the Archangel Michael
by drake brown
Michael turned down to look upon the faces of humanity, stricken with grief.
For he saw not only the man, but the woman, the daughter.
Flowing and dancing in the waist high grass that dances alongside her, as much stars as she is the earth. Unaware of what she is dancing into.
The brother, his eyes scrunched together imitating the anxieties of society as he focuses on the task of good and evil. He must prevail, he has seen what happens to men when they fail.
The mother, looks up from her book to see her children no longer around her in love. Feeling the sudden heartbreak she always ran away from.
The father, pulled out his own eyes long ago, stumbling blind for years because he was made powerless by a world he doesn’t understand.
# The Sun and the Night
The sun, who continuously pours out all the light it has, is a continuous shining beacon for all.
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hand basket
by Sam Joyce
dusk's got popcorn lung
and dawn's nicked a disposable,
the trees have boarded up their branches,
the treehouse cleaners got sent south,
the coast's out in a month,
the crabs hold kelp and keyboards all the way home,
lightning doesn't strike like it used to,
thunder takes a day for delivery,
dolphins are gone,
pop culture has fled the petri on a slow boat,
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