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Lips so red
Corpse so blue
Lips whispers quite
Corpse remains silent
Lips cry in despair
Corpse doesn't care
Lips become still
Corpse welcomes her will
 Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
medha
The best gift
you can
ever give to
someone is
your playlist.
Give them all
your favorite songs.
It'll be like giving
away a musical
representation
of your soul.
 Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Graff1980
I close my eyes
massage my eyelids
see impossible impressions
of the pressure
become spherical
abstractions
distorted shapes
rippling in the void
of sightlessness.
Midnight approaches
Tick tick tock
Won't someone stop
The Doomsday Clock
From striking oil
Drilling rock
Thirsting soil
Aftershock
Deserted hourglass of sand
Shifts to resource hungry hand
Tyrants of time assume command
Greed consumes
This wasted land

First come the roaches
Tick tick tock
The bugs can't stop
The Doomsday Clock
With beehive brains
No voice to talk
And droning minds
Comprise the flock
As lone wolves feast
On sheep they stalk

Then fear encroaches
Tick tick tock
Too scared to stop
The Doomsday Clock
As violence claims
Each city block
Blood drawn on streets
Like sidewalk chalk
When Hatred's loaded
Gun is cocked

Beyond reproaches
Tick tick tock
How could they stop
The Doomsday Clock
When despots trade
In human stock
Waging war
Upon this rock
As profits slaughter
More livestock

The end approaches
Tick tick tock
No hope to stop
The Doomsday Clock
As poisoned skies
Corrode this rock
With toxic lies
Controlling hourglass of sand
Clenched by Atlas choking hand
Titans of industry command
Still Chronos rules
This dying land
 Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Mohd Arshad
Iff
If you can't give a good opinion
                                                       Prefer silence
 Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Mohd Arshad
Silence is beauty of a sensible man!
don’t flip me the bird
if I want your life erased
it’s a magic trick
points of contact between us
are sketchy and full of shame

tickling someone hard
as to discover their roots
brain coiled like a fist
as to maintain discomfort
keeping peace in the bedroom

guzzling beer or gin
of manic necessity
cryptic politics
planting **** in the basement
harmless binging on popcorn

charity for all
insomnia for no one
candidly speaking
triumph of simplicity
social media be ******

an octave above
the gift of tongues forgiven
coming out to god
the second amendment rights
a warming inundation

leading an army
sophomoric sergeant’s guilty
round peg in square hole
suspicion is the ground rule
round up the usual suspects

  
© Lewis Bosworth, 2016
Each stanza is a Tanka.
 Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Ramin Ara
At dawn
In the garden
A flower laughed
And said
No one has such a short lifespan
Like me
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