Poetry Blogs (respect)

One day...
I'd love to sign my name
autograph a volume
my words printed in glorious black ink
type-set, spell-checked and bar-coded
head-shot just inside the hard cover
The girl opposite will be saying she loves my work
the way it 'resonates with her own feelings'
she and her man read together at night
I'd be respected, met my potential
achieved something of note
So, when my child seeks...

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Don’t listen to them when they call you snowflakes.

Don’t be hurt when they call you fucking pansies.

Pity them. They are damaged. And they fear you.

They think it’s too much work to be inclusive,

too used to being the privileged majority.

Who is it really that’s easily offended?

When they see they don’t define the world anymore.

You do. That is why they fear you.

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R really loved
E especially beautiful
S sexy in many ways
P perfect harmony
E enjoyed by many
C close to perfection
T talented

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I’m not your zebra.

I don’t want you to chase me

to show your devotion.

I’m not your lioness.

You don’t need to pursue me

across the plains

to demonstrate your loyalty.

You don’t need to dominate me

to prove your masculinity.

I don’t need you to need me.

I’m not your source,

I’m not your mother, 

I’m not your bitch.

You don’t need to chip, chip

chip away, ...

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There were tears

Rolling down my face.

I never was a pretty crier,

So I looked away.

Heard your voice

Over my heavy breathing,

Crying harder when you said

You weren't leaving.

I hold tight to everything;

Knuckles white from my grip.

If I let go, even a little,

My whole world could slip.

I've been afraid, though,

To hold onto you.

My heart ga...

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There is so much pain and suffering,

For a land that should be free,

So much death and anguish,

For a place that many won’t see.

Yet of they march, they sail, they fly,

To fight for what is true.

Some to return, and some to die,

These brave men we never knew.

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A scarlet ribbon torn in flesh

to vent a life 

needlessly shed

the innocent

like lambs are led

Yet sometimes

its the lambs that lead

they take their place

and hold the ground

and with their slaughter

love is found

26 July 2016 (In respect to Father Jacques Hamel & those who count themselves among the Meek and the Faithful)

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There once was a man that said
he"d loved all his children no matter what.
And if that's so and if we choose to believe it
then why can't we accept they way others love
if he can?

Because quite frankly
everyone deserve to be loved.
And when being loved or loving one
it shouldn't matter about the fact
that a guy likes another guy
or the fact that a women
likes another women
because love...

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I saw a girl today.

Her hair was fire.

And like fire, I was drawn to her.

Like fire, I kept my distance.

I was afraid she might burn me,

That my passion would consume me.

So I let the moment pass,

And I watched her leave.

But like staring into a flame,

When she was gone,

And I closed my eyes,

I still saw her.

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Dial up all your spin now and tell us some more of your lies,

but you know it won't save your party from a very big surprise,

for there are still more debts growing despite all of your cuts,

by the end of your term in power we'll fight for old shanty huts,

for the truth is our country owes much more than do the Greeks,

Nine times our GDP is what your chum Osborne...

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BITCH

If a bitch stands on her own two feet and defends herself when she is criticised.

Then yeah I’m a BITCH.     

If a bitch is real and exposes people when they’re chatting lies.

Then yeah I’m a BITCH.

If a bitch demands respect and holds her own.

Then yeah I’m a BITCH.

If a bitch still walks in greatness  even when she’s alone.

Then yeah I’m a BITCH

If a ...

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I’m not quite sure

when it was I disappeared

the precise moment, minute, hour

I only know that one day

it happened

I ceased to exist

to count,

to matter,

to be.

Nobody told me so,

the milkman still knocked,

neighbours still smiled,

kettles still boiled,

and children still cried,

but somewhere, somehow

someone flicked a switch

...

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