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Thanks. But no worries on the last one. 1950s China and the US were more open than we are now.

But mice and men get second tries,
Unless that's all just koolaid-lies.

Good =]

With no warning, love has
Left me, it seems, while I slept.
Tears, like raindrops, fall.

Reign of death.
Prey, why don't you lighten my load?
Totalitarian, and as your subject
You are responsible
For my very well being.

Or rather, a lack of.

Your innocence shall
Serve as a shield. Here's a rag;
Wipe your bloodied hands.
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Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. The theme was 'Don't Fear the Reaper.'

Trip the Light Fantastic

Watch how she circles the Earth, alone.
"A hard unforgiving rock of stone,
Is all she is." Say the men of science.
Using their learning to force our compliance.

But somewhere up there in the dead of space,
As she completes her 'thereal race,
I know that something within her breast,
Must bid her move forward without a rest.

Could it be love?

But who would match her eternal march
Across the sky? Would loneliness parch
The waters of her majestic grace?
Still, she travels 'round Sol in her race.

But what, then, would give her cause to hide?
For monthly she narrows at the side.
But what, then, bids her to come return?
If heaven has not deemed her fit to spurn?

Could it be love?

Could it be love?
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Write this for the Poetry Contest. The thene was 'Full Moon.'

Nomnomnomnomnomnom good poetry.

I'm not good at critiquing, so just take my **** cookie.



*fades into shadows*

Nomnomnomnomnomnom good poetry.

I'm not good at critiquing, so just take my **** cookie.

*fades into shadows*

Immersion

Now I will leave you,
Abandoning your embrace
For Neptune's guiles.

The Mightiest Rock

Slowly the river
Will wear down the mightiest
Rock. All yield to it.

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Hang-over induced headaches lead
To the siren song of Tylenol,
And hits of store-bought Adderal.
Walk a tight-rope? I'll do the deed.
In the end I know I'll fall
Since I'm merely human after all.
__________
Wrote this for the 10 Day Poetry Contest. The theme was 'Haibun', a poetical form.

Thoughts so far?

Repetition
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I've had too much to drink tonight;
Too much has made me blind.
Some how I never see the light,
This lonely way I wind.
But I hurt myself, bleed myself,
Drain until I resemble the colors of the sea:
Imperfect harmony.

But still I'd wait in line for this.
I'll always wait in line for this.

The Glorious Dead

Born to kill, we charge
At the yellow trenches and
Are struck down by Mars.

When Eden Sank to Grief

"Has man always inhabited a world like the present, where nothing is linked together, where virtue is without genius, and genius without honor; where the love of order is confounded with a taste for oppression, and the holy rites of freedom with a contempt of law; where the light thrown by conscience on human actions is dim, and where nothing seems to be any longer forbidden or allowed, honorable or shameful, false or true?"

-Alexis de Toqueville
Listen, my children. Draw closer, come near.
For a tale of tragedy you shall now hear:
A fair maiden's death in our own little town;
Blindly struck down in her wedding night gown.

I remember that night, t'was some time ago
(But its exact date even I do not know),
When the the townspeople gathered, the young and the old,
To observe ancient rituals with eyes, so bold.

At the altar, alone, stood the new groom to be.
He was handsome and bright, a grand thing to see.
Gaily he stood there, awaiting the time,
When his lover would enter, a character sublime.

And thus sang the crowd:

"Oh! Fa la la la-la, come hither! Don't dally!
There's love to be had down here in the valley!"

Then the clock stuck nine, ten, eleven, and twelve.
The people grew restless, began to inquire and delve:
Could it be? That she will leave him at the altar?
Could it be? That her resolve should now faulter?

Clambering o'er each other to get to the door,
Went the old and the young, the rich and the poor.
Down the street they then raced, straight to the father's house,
But all in the dwelling was quiet, not a soul there did grouse.

The groom sprang from their midst, for all to see,
And cried "My love, my love! Have you abandoned me?"
Then the lights came on, and the door was opened,
To reveal the father, with his soul clearly broken.

The crowd surged forward, and pressed into the 'bode,
And the tide of this human surge the groom rode
Right into the room where his dear lover lay,
Just to hear her say: "He is here! My killer, verily I say!"

Recoiling in shock all the people fled,
Leaving the young man alone with the dead.
And none were there as he sat, and weeped
For the maiden who must now eternally sleep.

And thus the crowd sang:

"Oh! La da da da-da, flee hither! Don't dally!
There's death to be seen down here in the valley!"

And the question that arose everyone's lips
Was 'Who could be the one that the evidence fit?'
The policemen were baffled, the dectectives were too,
It's quite safe to say, there was scarcely a clue.

But soon came the day, without any solace,
To put our lady away who bore the pale face.
Their she lay all exposed, enshrouded in silk,
With innocence to guard against the world's ilk..

And the people looked on, but soon looked away,
For their hearts strangely... Trembled that day.
They couldn't quite place it, couldn't quite name
Just what had happened to that fair, little dame.

Time did not quicken, it somehow slowed down,
As Heaven looked on to our small, gathered town.
But suddendly a figure then burst from the crowd:
The groom! Who with his last, dying gasp, cried a-loud:

"Libertas is dead! And we, her killers!"

And thus the belfry sang:

"Oh! Fol dol dol-doly, cling to what is holy!"
Oh! Tra la la-lally, lest you feel your folly!"
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I mean for this to be read twice, the second time with the knowledge of the maiden's ide tity.

Haiku

Beating 'gainst the roof,
Droplets hurled down from on high,
Drenching everything.