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The Show Has Got To Stop By SuperNova

The Lady has fallen

When it comes to bullets
The target has never been white
They are ghosts
Coming and going
wherever they like
As if they are exempt
Of life
Not even national security
Dares to defy.
The torch has fallen
No more fire
It’s extinguished
By the very first man in power.
A ripped book
No laws seem to exist
Spilled democracy
Stained honor
No security
Scarlet letters
are sent through images
Let the whole world
A buffoon is in office
An easy target is our nation.
What a big act
Has been shown.
It makes you wonder
What is brewing
behind curtains?
What is the next act?
What is he hiding?
This show has got to stop!
young woman with red hair smiling at the camera with a white paper umbrella behind her

like pretty tulips by linda m. crate

everything has been hard and heavy, as of late; in my world and the world at large— so yesterday i was drinking in small wonders like pretty tulips dancing out

What I Can Offer You by Rich Orloff

I cannot fix your pain I cannot solve your problem I can’t prevent the sorrow you’re feeling Or even guarantee I’ll make you smile However, because I’ve known Joy embracing

by Natalye Childress

*this poem is in .jpg to preserve formatting *this is the unformatted text of the poem after rainer maria rilke you, the poet, have become world weary, word-wrought. and god

guy with a dark beard and moustache wearing a black graphic tee

Orchards of Udders by Jon Wesick

dripped on the blanket while air rustled tamarind trees. Chekhov drank a Thai iced tea and plummeted out of this poem. A flock of circles twittered in the hacksaw bushes

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