On A Cold Winter's Night by Bg Ryan - [76 words]
Crowded Rooms by Bg Ryan - [69 words]
Fear Silo by Elboc Noj I know I'm not the only one filled with fear... [93 words]
Wanderlust by D G Williford You guess... vampire... or lover??? [150 words]
You Threw It Away by Jeni Jopes When someone says they love you, then they dont care suddenly and they just leave for no reas... [133 words]
You Sink So Deep by Jeni Jopes It's about a person I know that didn't care about anything. [146 words]
You Never Changed by Jeni Jopes How my ex boyfriend never changed a damn thing when he knew it was the best thing for him. Oh... [72 words]
Wrong File by Jeni Jopes My opposite friend. [88 words]
Writer's Passion by B C Mercer - [10 words]
When You Left by Jeni Jopes This is a poem about one of my best friends who moved to Chicago because of his father's job. I m... [123 words]
What's The Use? by D Donely Just my usual ramblings about... things. [74 words]
What's The Point? by Jeni Jopes Just what was in my head. [117 words]
Waltzing Whatever by Erik Sjoen - [240 words]
Walking Alone by Sara Roggy About how much of an impact someone had on my life. [135 words]
Too Young by D Donely Just my ramblings about how people seem to underestimate me just because of my age... *sigh* [90 words]
Things Aren't As They Seem by D Donely Please read and criticize all you want. Thanks. [90 words]
The Wait by Christopher Syrett - [58 words]
The Trip by Jeni Jopes Someplace or somewhere I go every day it sux. [70 words]
The Talking House by D G Williford Echoes of old earth and stone.. are you listening? [107 words]
The Pressure by Sara Roggy This poem is about peer pressure, and things it can make people do. [223 words]
The Presidents by D G Williford Twisty and hidden.. You tell me.. I'll let you know if you're right. [122 words]
The Jump by Sara Roggy This is about a dream I had when I jumped into a river, wanting to die. [160 words]
The Entrance by B C Mercer A sonnet. [90 words]
The Edge by Christopher Syrett - [76 words]
The Change by Jeni Jopes How I changed. [197 words]
The Beating Of Wings by Peter Rivendell For you to decide. [254 words]
Tell Me The Way by D Donely I wouldn't mind some feedback on this, and my other poems, thanks. You readers rock my world!:) [93 words]
Spiritual Embrace by B C Mercer - [11 words]
Southern Beauty by B C Mercer Haiku of my home-state, North Carolina. No it's not an advertisement as mentioned in the revie... [7 words]
So Lonely by Jeni Jopes Everyone gets lonely now and then. I just do it more often. [123 words]
Silenced Heart by M Q Walters - [50 words]
Running Down My Face by Sara Roggy This is about how someone erased my tears, but then brought them back. [115 words]
Rules To Live By by D Donely Just a short poem that I wrote. I wouldn't mind having feedback. Thanks. [85 words]
Procrastination 2003 by D G Williford Waiting can be the death of you. [87 words]
Over by Glen Pearson A rare show of real feeling... [36 words]
Oceanic Orchestra by B C Mercer - [12 words]
Now And Then by B C Mercer - [185 words]
Nocturnal Juices by D G Williford Sexual demon encounter. [103 words]
Murder By Slumber by Erik Sjoen - [156 words]
Mother Please by Skyler Drevan A poem about a mother in dire need of help. [133 words]
Moksha by B C Mercer A spiritual poem. [170 words]
Magic And Wizards by D Donely Just a weird little poem. I was on a fantasy kick... by the way, I love any/all feedback!than... [116 words]
Madness Amongst The Dust by D G Williford Ssshhh! [81 words]
Lucky 17th by Buxton For the women I love dearly. [139 words]
Lost Time by D Donely I didn't write this actually, a friend of mine did. Just read and review. [54 words]
Life's A Soap Opera by Sara Roggy About my life being a soap opera with not enough love and too much drama. [118 words]
Kill Me by D Donely - [51 words]
I'll Be There For You by D Donely Just a lil' something my (ex) bf wrote me one time... I love it. [44 words]
I Won't Break by D Donely - [63 words]
I Was Bored... by D Donely I swear I wasn't high when I wrote this. Don't ask.. [124 words]
I Know You Love Me by Sara Roggy About a friend who I know really loved me, but couldn't say it. [171 words]
I Hate You!! by D Donely Just a poem about how I felt when my boyfriend and I broke up. It's not too well written, but, it'... [115 words]
How Do You Feel? by B C Mercer - [142 words]
Hounds by David B Doc Byron Doc Haliday, legendary sidekick of Wyatt Earp, pays his dues. [180 words]
Grandad by Christopher Syrett - [163 words]
Go Shut Down by Jeni Jopes This is about my worst enemy and how I would do anything to get her out of my life. thats like it.... [78 words]
Friends Forever? by Sara Roggy About how people say they are your best friend but then really hate you. [213 words]
Forget It by Sara Roggy About a friend who used to be my best friend but has now pretty much abandoned me. [138 words]
Floaters by D G Williford Beware of things that fly peripherally... [118 words]
Faust's Hotel by David B Doc Byron A habitual sinner checks into a cheap Hotel he can't check out of. [103 words]
Emotional Rollercoaster by B C Mercer - [267 words]
Don't Say It by Sara Roggy Don't say you don't love someone until you give it a try... [207 words]
Don't Pity Me by D Donely - [42 words]
Dilemma by B C Mercer - [134 words]
Determination by B C Mercer - [220 words]
Dante's Hotel by David B Doc Byron A sinner checks into a Hotel he can't check out of. [103 words]
August 1963 by Erik Sjoen Words. [352 words]
Are You Smiling? by Jeni Jopes This is about a selfish person that I know just read it and see. [158 words]
Always Have God by Sara Roggy No matter what happens, or who I becomes, I will always have God to care about me. [108 words]
All Alone... Just Me by D Donely - [65 words]
A Prayer For Lovers by L A Winterburn As the title suggest's. [30 words]
A Mother's Magic by B C Mercer - [9 words]
3193 25 Hours A Day by Erik Sjoen - [509 words]
2:50 Am by Jim Nicholson - [37 words]
15 Minutes Just Isn’T Enough by Erik Sjoen - [233 words]
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Stripes and Stars
“Thousands upon thousands of martyrs have heroically laid down their lives for the people; Let us hold their banner high and march ahead along the path crimson with their blood!”
Chairman Mao Tsetung
That morning the power was out all over town.
No power. No Television. No Order.
By Noon, an angry crowd of haters had gathered on the hillside demanding justice. Where was their hero, and where had their power gone?
He giveth as he taketh away and now, it seemed, he would have to pay.
The angry crowd quickly became a violent mob as the sowing circles began to unify realizing their sheer strength in numbers.
The thirsty masses anxiously awaited the word or the wound.
As the day grew long, the end became clear.
Robbed of their freedom, they planned on an entertaining afternoon featuring the demise of their once heroic golden cow.
ENTER THE HERO.
Slowly sauntering up the hill, finally, coyly smiling.
Grinning into the eyes of death he begins to laugh.
Upon seeing the stones clinched in their hands, the hero naively looked to the sky in hopes of salvation.
Or better yet, a Cross.
Their hero’s powerless dramatic gaze lacked a means to an end.
A great uproar arose within the pit of angry haters.
This God-less sky will not wet their murderous fury with the tonic in which they crave.
No pomp and circumstance for this doomed hero son, or his so called fan base.
Then the first stone was cast, followed by another and yet another.
At this rate the mob just might get their “show” after all.
“KILL HIM!!” They would scream, foaming at their mouths like wild animals.
A heavenly gaze or two later and all was right with the world.
Clinging to life the hero stood up and bore his wounds to the spoiled, rageful dogs he once led.
“Choke on your greed! All of you!” He curdled.
Just then a giant wave of heroic blood rose high, high above the mob and crash down on their little congregation of hatred.
Call it a bath; call it a baptism, who really cares.
The blood will always find its way into their fiery mouths quenching their thirst for justice.
This hero shared himself, others did not.
Warm beginnings require a freezing cold end in today’s hero business.
One can never be to sure about ones public, as the lord is just too busy now days to see to it that the masses fall in line.
ENTER THE MARTYR, who is reborn only in death and inherits life eternal.
Contrary to public opinion a Martyr’s last living thoughts are composed of fear. The repeated pelting of stones cast like bullets by loyal viewers made of glass, dull the fear though.
Exercising their need to feed on the carcass of the one they had once loved, they victoriously cheer and cry.
Shitting his pants, the Martyr’s life flashes before his eyes as he transcends.
Now it’s time to get down to business… A Revolution!
ENTER THE MARTHA, sitting alone weaving and plotting the revolution with her pins and needles.
No cushion or thimble for her just yet.
She was the first and the last lady that night. The most important night of her life, and by far the most rewarding night of all nights known to what would become the so called “Americans”.
She surely knew a thing or two about style, much like the Nazarene carpenter who wielded the crucifix.
Movements need symbols far more than they need leaders.
No Mao. No Pasaran. No platforms to dive from, or stand on.
Cold and alone she worked into the unsure night to birth that musty quilt crafted in the hope of providing freedoms future with an identity, a face. Each little stitch sown will become a thousand ideas in time, and to her in that moment each stitch is a singular statement equally as meaningful as the latter. This work of hers would come to mean more those who do not take it for granted and even more to those who do.
ENER THE FLAG, born from a new idea and the basis of all good ideas... Freedom! Sadly, a freedom that seems to exist only to those angry mobs that have nothing left to cast their stones at. The masses have no “one” thing left to love, just as they have no “one thing left to hate. No more golden cow, no more raping the willing. .. There was a new hero in town.
“Could this flag become the “new” Crucifix?” some British Imperialist thought having no real bearing on how pissed off educated revolutionaries could be.
When set a flame they smell the same and provide the same comfort and same pain.
“God Save The Queen!” He would later scream as his head fell from his body.
As Martha’s thimble-less thumb bled blue onto her red dress, her pale white face was strained in pain. Giving birth to the next Raggedy Ann hero, and another, and another; also born was this flags revolutionary mother.
After that night, it would seem that King James no longer cornered the “hero” market.
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