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by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
hero,
My hero has a name which has lived on
through history with great respect and love.
Though decades since his time has come and gone,
there’s no other leader I can think of
who cared so much for all those for whom he
was representing in high government.
Though poor, he rose up, and a destiny
of greatness he fulfilled as president.
A nation divided had to be kept
from separating. War had to be fought.
So many died. For that, I’m sure he wept.
Yet assassination fell to his lot.
He freed the slaves; there was no better than
dear Abe, a self-taught, honest and good man.
Nov. 26, 2017 for the Hero Contest of Silent One
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
history, life
My 60’s
My 60’s
meant childhood.
Unaware of changing mores
or real significance of
Kennedy’s assassination,
three sisters
and I
were transplanted
to Mom’s childhood Iowa farm until
she remarried. Though poor, we had
good times!
Our family,
now ten souls, adapted, struggling, while
soldiers fought abroad. Civil unrest was
little known to me. I enjoyed
summers, friendships, radio, kiss in ‘69 -
Moon walk/ childhood’s end.
Free love, hippies, LSD
eluded me.
I thrived!
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud's Contest:
"Magic of Decade's Moods"
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
lost love,
Creations I built around your axis,
Skilled with ideational praxis,
Given up like snake-eyed dice,
Sincerely proffered sacrifice.
Tendered freely, fuelled the fire,
Gasoline infused desire,
Whoosh and crump of my damnation
Redeemed by paper masque salvation.
My living blood I would surrender,
Blind crusader, true defender,
Eyes put out by poker vision,
Gouged to death by sweet precision.
Your loosing hounds when all was done,
I tear to shreds, the end begun,
Dragging down, in silence bow,
For all is nothing to you now.
The pain of your dissemination,
Your character assassination,
True but sort of sad somehow,
My all is nothing to you now.
by Kelvin Gathiru |
Categories:
betrayal, death, death of a friend, feelings, girlfriend, loneliness, love hurts,
The room was calm 'n dark inside,
Out in the woods was the fratricide,
But lying on the floor was the bride,
Covered by blood from side to side.
They were to get married in private,
But were attacked by a hired pirate,
Who sailed from Rome to Hakodate,
To "finish off" an enemy of the state.
A Major who had betrayed her nation,
By trading very important information,
To terrorist planning an assassination,
Which was to cause fear 'n aggression.
The bridegroom gazed at her in disbelief,
Wiped off his tears using a handkerchief,
Walked out of the dark room full of grief,
And headed to his home without his lief.
by Mariah Johnson |
Categories:
loveheart, heart, love,
Long ago love assassinated my heart, and my heart re-birthed,
reincarnating into a much stronger and healthier structure
and now love wants back in trying to force open the lock on my heart with a tarnished key
my heart says to love, " I want a nurturing love not once again to assassinate me
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
grief, life,
O Flowers
In your blooming heart
July rain is dancing
as blessings of flaring glow
before golden sun
Invisible worms
playing in your fist
game of assassination
like the droplet contagious
Dark horse the source of
research center on the
infectious sky
In the blue garden
of barren medicine
I refill your honey blood
with howling tears
Freezed raindrops
digging the bed of
crimson shocking
on your spreading breath
Secrecy of your love is
nothing but imminent
hypnotic tragedy
08.07.2020 Chattogram
by Stewart Annie Everestus |
Categories:
poverty,
Trusting almost got me killed,
Love hurts more than I can imagine,
And being real still got me hated.
The street has never been rosy,
The potbellied men got money for election malpractices
But can't feed the poor masses.
Today they supply us with guns,
Tomorrow they expect assassination,
Why should I kill my brothers?
When I have illiteracy, poverty, lack and tribalism to murder.
The older I get,
The more I understand that it's okay to live a life others don't understand.
If words don't add up,
It's usually because the truth wasn't included in the equation,
This might be the lie through which I tell you the truth.