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Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

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THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

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 Three Forks by William Lynn

 

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Oh, My Children...

So profoundly weary am I, daily defiled,
with the sludge and garbage dumped
into my lakes, rivers and oceans, and
beaches, with broken glass in the sand.

You start careless fires in my woods,
after camping under many a protective tree.
Again, you do not pick up your trash,
plainly you have no respect or love for me!

Fires, oh the raging fires out of control.
Started by a cigarette dropped in tall grasses,
or the campfire hastily put out after use
under surface waits for a gulp of air and gasses.

Laotong

I try to look into my chest
And all I see is night,
A lack of what I think is best,
And void of all that's right.
I'm seeking a spark,
I'm seeking a heart,
And yet I have no sight.

You try to look into my chest
And there you see a light,
A presence of the good that's best,
A fire that's warm and bright.
You're seeing a spark,
You're seeing a heart,
And telling me your sight.

Kindergarten

Children gleefully walk to school,
with yellow umbrellas and raincoats too.
Skipping down cobblestone paths,
Ms.James calls out!
To welcome the innocent, brightminded crew.
They've come here to learn
of reading and writing,
but life has lessons of it's own to imbue.
When shame and scorn
are effectively doled out,
Soon tears and more
will torrentially come through
I then would run home
from my first day at school!

Consequences

In a very close moment,
I touched the striations near her waist
for the first time and she began to cry.
The marks, from the birth of her son.

She’d given him up before we met.
She had been in some trouble,
and made difficult decisions
that were still exacting a price
she couldn’t stop paying for.

To her, the lines were resentful,
and would never let her forget
the only physical reminder she had left.

Looking at the stars

Looking at the starry sky
it exudes with the twinkling
of the sparkling stage
embrace me with
dazzling smile
on the dark night
it illuminates
with the display of
a beacon light
like a precious diamond
bring across far
from the high soar
painting horizon
unfold its shimmering
grace of showcase
through the universal
presence as it portrays
with aglow exquisite
as it reminds me
that the shining
star is born

THE LAST RING

Blood Detonated out from
my cheeks
in an splatter to the chipped

creamed wall.
The backhand print mark stung
my jaw.

It made my legs weaken fall.
Knocking the
Dial a phone pinging, spinning
to the floor.

The snaked rubber phone wire
fastened around

my neck. A necklace of death
.I'm gasping
for air.
Its demonic shadow grows
over me. It
looks with Sunken dead
eyes at my new

A Child Asks Questions

Why is a tomato both a vegetable and fruit
Why does a tree grow upward from a root
Why does 2+2 always equal 4
Why is the ceiling above the floor
Why does the day turn into night
Why does darkness vanish into light

Why do shadows leave such doubt
Why does the thunder always shout
Why say a star is born
Why is there a crack of dawn
Why do birds sing so sharp
Why does wind blow through a harp

Precious Stars

Oh for these stars, such grace,
A pleasure to look at and to embrace.
Shining beacons of unconditional love,
Guiding in emulation of those above.

Priceless blossoms, precious ones,
My awesome princess and the handsome sons.

Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me

In 2024, daylight savings time will begin at two o'clock ante meridiem on Sunday, March tenth. That will mean losing an hour of precious sleep and moving the clocks (around your house, and sundry frequented places) forward one hour, though your cell phone, computer, and television plus other electronic devices will likely automatically adjust. The sun will appear to rise and set an hour later.

Absolutely beautiful

With the winter sky, snowflakes fall.
The trees, soldiers stand strong and tall.
The snowy hare, in it's burrow lies.
Counting the days, till Spring arrive
Then carefully she ventures out on the green,
to nibble succulent delicious things.
Soon a litter of kittens arrive.
Then for four months mother, will stay by their side.
When off the kits run, to form other pairs.
To have babes of their own in a cozy little lair.

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