All my colleague's slogans were positive
We marched for
CONVERSATION not conflict
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None of them were particularly... none were particularly political... Reason #10 All my colleague's slogans were positive Reason #4 Real ideas require dialogue... Reason #2 Visibility moves us from conflict to conversation... #1 Reason...
We marched for CONVERSATION not conflict
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Sisterhood...
See it (check). Sisterhood... Think it (check). Sisterhood... Wear it (check). Sisterhood... Do it (uhh, umm)... See, what had happened was... I heard - "when you know better, you do better." However, I didn't realize there was so much space between knowing AND DOING. Sisterhood... I didn't know "doing" was like ALWAYS capitalized Sisterhood... I didn't know I had to Experience it. and/or Feel it. and/or Share it. and/or Receive it. and/or Believe it... Enough to absorb enough space For me to Know it AND Do it. This One Ain't Mine: It's JoeAnne's from Facebook, Yesterday at 12:18AMSo. . . We answer horror with missiles. . . Hitting an empty airbase.
The ersatz president twirls his nuclear pistols and preens in front of lights and flashing cameras. A grotesque performance of empty men and meaningless shadows. The children are still dead. Yelp! I missed posting on day 6 because time moved faster than I could.
However, I missed posting a day 7 poem due to unexpected melancholy caused by a variety of issues like coming up with a brand new poem to just give away for free! Pop Haiku Prodigal
This is a story only for fathers and God. Mothers rarely save their wealth as after death gifts. If some mothers hold it all till the end they've learned this practice from men. In the story of mothers and God, we give all to our daughters shingle by shingle faith they become women fortified in character, mighty and strong, with reserves to rebuild after meeting prodigal sons-- A Yevtushenko dashed off, just to mark an occasion poem:Nemesis for Hire
Greetings My Friend! Feeling forlorn in a life that’s untorn? Are your emotions flatlining? Your food tasteless while dining? Do you have a Dad and/or Mum? But the relationship’s not bum? When you talk to others, do you walk away understood? Are you a boy or a girl or not sure in this world? Still, you’ve never had an issue? Never or rarely in need of tissue? Are you wondering why you stay in one spot? Questioning where greener grass grows while yours seems to rot? Nemesis, my friend. Everyone needs one. You know, something to beat, rage against and defeat! Oh of your luck, to happen upon me! A complete free agent, born to circumstance. A nemesis connoisseur; I‘ve experienced a slew. And would love to be nemesis for you! My resume - more than show and tell it displays variety as well. the grandeur of my flighty foes: Religion and gender and poverty and slights from elementary school to all sort of professional fights! Rejections from lovers, acquaintances, colleagues children, and friends, But my point was not to write a list with no end... I’ve had intimate sessions with aggressions Designed by Micro and Mac Ask those masquerading to "know" me But really the culprits providing the whacks! I've lost many battles, but tend to win wars. It’s the journey my friend, the end always bores! But everyone loves you, damn-it: let’s cut to the chase. I'm a nemesis for hire. I’ve all you need to sire a challenging move And get some flavorful food! As for your lack of of ambiguity I'll target your mum - And develop for you A graphic-like model, epic Shakespearian feud You know, the kind, Only death soothes Title: Remembering the Future Sitting on the deck built for an outgrown life, the sun moves over head from the east to rest its sinking westward - directly opposite you. Its roundness spreading; its color smudging into a setting that pulls water from your eyes. Through blurred vision - welcome the surprise sadness that comes from remembering the future. By Mursalata |
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