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WORDS WITH NO MEANING
Bullets whizzing violently through the sky, Mass confusion everywhere while smoke fills the air. Everyone asking themselves the question why, Looking to the future with a neverending stare.
As one walks and sees the massacre all around, Soil soaked with blood, human lives torn apart. The smell of decayed bodies lying on the ground, All one could hear was the pounding of their heart.
To wave a white flag would not make the leaders proud, It is to fight and kill and stand strong. The words of war should also be screamed aloud, While the enemies slowly disappear to forever be gone.
To live in peace and love one another we swore, Is now shattered by us due to hate and war.
Dawn Manns
WHY?
Tears of pain beat upon the open cut, brown pools of death gather in stagnation. Reaped for the present...victim of man's glut, Once Glorious...now imagination.
Purveyor of sustenance... molested, fractured and yawning qouqed deep in her heart. Life ebbs...dwindling... youth's rights lie protested, spiritual from physical soon will part.
Young are bore to this barren nonrepair, slaves of the elements soon to be none. Reaching for fulfillness...getting despair, yearning for new life... never seeing the sun.
She Eights to survive with each and every breath, she has given us life...still we choose death.
J. Bennett
SONNET NO.1 SERIES OF A MORTAL
In cold and damp the earth does lie, And in awe and silence sits in wait. Subject to the silv'ry crescent of the sky. Not knowing the measure of it's fate.
Before a sprout, it was a womb, And then gave life, and a strong foundation. When the day is done, it is the tomb, From who's gloom, there's no salvation.
The blade of the sky, the reaper's toy. o beautiful Luna, sickle of the dark, Whose shining edge brings death's sad joy Or the horrid sound of the grim hound's back.
Be golden grain, or warrior tall, When the harvester comes, all will fall.
Kent Hesselbein
UNTITLED
The hatred sets in once more; The furious struggle within Useless emotions in a war Where cold bullets fly again. Rivals Eight beside the river of death Beautiful feelings of love are now dead; I hear emotions screaming with every painful breath, I cannot sleep in the blood-stained bed. My mind shades my heart's eyes This blind, cold, heart of stone, Is not warned of it's impending demise, And is not aware it is all alone. But this struggle I shall bear no more As I prepare to end their war.
Matthew Sullivan
I OWN A STAR
Night-all approaches Shadowing over noon and eve The shadows evade; blackness replaces As a dark tinted window Shelling the world for preparation To their limited hibernation plugging into the bodies of the world charging the souls of all mankind To their ultimate potential of regeneration Sunlight copyrights its secret code of a promised daily return to it's world --faithful reassurances-nightly clues Seeping through, twinkling and winking, Through the powerless layer of blackness This stands as a guaranteed promise To shine these everlasting glimmers of beauty with this promise lies the unique condition That must be abided by for advantage Applicable only to... The living souls who take the time To recognize and appreciate These miracles which they are privileged to noticing --With this they are awarded Their own personal, everlasting, minute, twinkle of light.
Shannon Duke
TRANSFORMED
A transformation has taken place, The process, though, I cannot trace. A heart once lost, confused, and cold, Has something greater now to hold.
Depression, anguish, and despair, Every little worldly care, My heart no longer captive be, My Lord, my life, has set me free.
Janet M. Johnson
Bullets whizzing violently through the sky, Mass confusion everywhere while smoke fills the air. Everyone asking themselves the question why, Looking to the future with a neverending stare.
As one walks and sees the massacre all around, Soil soaked with blood, human lives torn apart. The smell of decayed bodies lying on the ground, All one could hear was the pounding of their heart.
To wave a white flag would not make the leaders proud, It is to fight and kill and stand strong. The words of war should also be screamed aloud, While the enemies slowly disappear to forever be gone.
To live in peace and love one another we swore, Is now shattered by us due to hate and war.
Dawn Manns
WHY?
Tears of pain beat upon the open cut, brown pools of death gather in stagnation. Reaped for the present...victim of man's glut, Once Glorious...now imagination.
Purveyor of sustenance... molested, fractured and yawning qouqed deep in her heart. Life ebbs...dwindling... youth's rights lie protested, spiritual from physical soon will part.
Young are bore to this barren nonrepair, slaves of the elements soon to be none. Reaching for fulfillness...getting despair, yearning for new life... never seeing the sun.
She Eights to survive with each and every breath, she has given us life...still we choose death.
J. Bennett
SONNET NO.1 SERIES OF A MORTAL
In cold and damp the earth does lie, And in awe and silence sits in wait. Subject to the silv'ry crescent of the sky. Not knowing the measure of it's fate.
Before a sprout, it was a womb, And then gave life, and a strong foundation. When the day is done, it is the tomb, From who's gloom, there's no salvation.
The blade of the sky, the reaper's toy. o beautiful Luna, sickle of the dark, Whose shining edge brings death's sad joy Or the horrid sound of the grim hound's back.
Be golden grain, or warrior tall, When the harvester comes, all will fall.
Kent Hesselbein
UNTITLED
The hatred sets in once more; The furious struggle within Useless emotions in a war Where cold bullets fly again. Rivals Eight beside the river of death Beautiful feelings of love are now dead; I hear emotions screaming with every painful breath, I cannot sleep in the blood-stained bed. My mind shades my heart's eyes This blind, cold, heart of stone, Is not warned of it's impending demise, And is not aware it is all alone. But this struggle I shall bear no more As I prepare to end their war.
Matthew Sullivan
I OWN A STAR
Night-all approaches Shadowing over noon and eve The shadows evade; blackness replaces As a dark tinted window Shelling the world for preparation To their limited hibernation plugging into the bodies of the world charging the souls of all mankind To their ultimate potential of regeneration Sunlight copyrights its secret code of a promised daily return to it's world --faithful reassurances-nightly clues Seeping through, twinkling and winking, Through the powerless layer of blackness This stands as a guaranteed promise To shine these everlasting glimmers of beauty with this promise lies the unique condition That must be abided by for advantage Applicable only to... The living souls who take the time To recognize and appreciate These miracles which they are privileged to noticing --With this they are awarded Their own personal, everlasting, minute, twinkle of light.
Shannon Duke
TRANSFORMED
A transformation has taken place, The process, though, I cannot trace. A heart once lost, confused, and cold, Has something greater now to hold.
Depression, anguish, and despair, Every little worldly care, My heart no longer captive be, My Lord, my life, has set me free.
Janet M. Johnson