why
in other countries people starve
in my bounties given carve
this feast of freedom
men **** for what we
are given

We are the beasts of nature spare
no one **** be killed, share
ours worldwide these are ours
sparkling waters
fresh

Free of
greed,
breed
greed still , more to breed
to seek not share
with starving souls


here is not known
where flaws of weather blown
across plantations devastation
our children do not
face

children suffer around
why there is enough
to answer
the question with
all given
yet we hoard

comfort wealth calm
is mine i am scared
for I cannot see

By Arcassin Burnham


There's a spider on the wall,
Somebody **** it,
please don't **** it
I could be the motion in your sensor bleeding imagery into
Your head when you are dead and gone to a place when it
Could just be us two,
Like Where did we go wrong,
There's a mirror in the table
(a mirror in the table)
A mirror in the table for a luxury to be stable in the times
When we call it the end,
Thats what I see in this mirror,
No Need to pretend,
I see my reflection in the table of lies and false spells to
Do as it wishes while keeping the tears inside and the
Smell of baked cookies that will take you on a ride,
I just won't know what to decide,
But theres a mirror in the table...

she was sleeping
love her innocence
love her quietness
love her trust
love her love
love her move to unconscious
love her grabbing my hand in her dream
love her smell all over me
love her way of housing me
love her nakedness
love her tears of love
love her nagging
love her expression in love
love her anger
love her hug
love her………..

Is there anything more wonderful
Then being part of the poet’s corner?
Lucky am I to be a poetry lover!
A romance novelist used poetry to ponder
A story that changes and transforms
One’s heart.  Is there anything more wonderful?
Joining a poetry site, I blundered
My way to writing a poem, oh what torture!
But lucky am I to be a poetry lover.
Many offered their support, allowing me to discover
My path and slowly my writing became stronger.
Is there anything more wonderful?
So many inspired awe and wonder,
Giving me strength to claim my own corner,
Justifying my becoming a poetry lover.
To those who offered encouragement so tender
I offer my thanks and give honor.
Is there anything more wonderful
Than becoming a poetry lover?*

Kelly Rose
December 29, 2015