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  Instrument of War

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  An extension of yourself Is an arm or leg But what about the weapons you use The possessions of hate. An extension of yourself Is an embrace or soft touch But what about the music you make The possessions of love. The fire you endorse Not of flame but of fear Burns like water Tongues ...
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  Beating for Boston

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  We hear it in the news And it echoes in our minds That the explosions are brought home The IED’s lay in our backyards Our safe haven is corrupted War splits our soil And feeds on our thoughts. Outsiders tunnel inside Dragging out our secrets And flaming them to display Pressuring the ...
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  Colombia and Her Name

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  From a country like Spain does a young girl travel Crossing land and oceans to get from a court’s gavel With her hair like a sleek waterfall of dark And her face of an unfortunate birthmark She does smile at all who pass But is greeted like a forgotten landmass Her name not known but forgott...
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  And There She Runs

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Her blond hair and blue eyes Are nothing compared To her feet that run Her feet that hit the pavement Like lightning touching down. Her brave heart and open mind Are nothing compared To her arms that swing by her sides As her lungs pump air Like a fireman trying to put out a fire. Her...
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  Higher Powers

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  If you pressurize sand enough You soon get something you can see through Something we call glass. We use it to encase Anything of the soluble matter. With emitters that drive Like thorns to a rabbits side Where the underside is left bare The needle presses through To inject pain killing ...
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  Clothe and String

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  By the very thread And fibers that bond That stick That hold To it’s fellow friend or foe To their brothers To their sisters To a pattern they mold. They take the shape Of a garment of sorts To a shirt To a skirt To keep from getting cold. Music do they make When stroked When st...
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  Give That By Which You Take

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  I want what is seared Into the massive cranium That is the brain. I want what is found Only in those who see The darkness, I suppose. I want the beat that radiates From the very core Of natural disasters. I want the adrenaline That pumps and pulls That plays on the mind’s existenc...
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  Our Children's Debt

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  If even every man Woman Child and Child to be born gave the Government a dollar we would still owe Billions upon Trillions Debt paid with Debt....
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  Honor Only That Which is Left

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  You should shake with pride What you do with freedom With laughter and love. You should argue with vigor What you do with flaw With anger and potency. You should cry with passion What you do with calm With joy and serenity. You should play with youth What you do with maturity Wit...
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  Stop and Think

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  When a child is afraid Of a simple ball game Wouldn’t you think we would Stop and think? When a simple being Is so hungry that the last particle Of biscuit disappears Wouldn’t you think we would Stop and think? When a concentration camp Can be seen outside a little boy’s window ...
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  The Name it Started With

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Lost in the echo Of raining tears Like acid they fall Painting a face with pain Degrading what once was strong To the weakest link. Those droplets leak from broken pipes That you thought you fixed But you’re no plumber So they drip and drop Leaving scars and bruises Trailing in pain....
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  Soldiers of the Rain

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Love is patient It falls to those who need it to fill A hole inside them, A wanting and need. Love is patient, It does not care for your color or descent Love springs up like roses and daisies. It falls and spirals, Decking two together, A link no longer missing, But strong and true. ...
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  Frustration

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  It’s a word. Now that I’ve stated the obvious, Let me tell you bout this word. It’s a word of emotion, The web that it spins, Is a problematic equation, A form of isolated contagion. Inside you it stirs, Like a shamed dog put to sleep, A drunken scientist with his mad slurs, A ty...
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  Old Wallets; Old Trust

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  When at a hole in the wall Mexican Restaurant With a friend, She paid for my burrito and my drink. The man in front of us Pulls his wallet from his back pocket At first I thought it was a handkerchief It seemed old enough to be. He unfolded it, and in it were clean, neat bills He went into h...
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  Human Power

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Where the singer sits And the women sew With needles that pierce Through wood not skin The pump of feet. Human power To make cloth and cover Not pricking your skin But polished wood The string comes up But must come down The pedal turns the wheel Which in turns takes the thread To n...
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  Hit & Run

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  When you see a life form discarded Trash on the side of the road Killed by a monster on wheels Crushed and taken in brutal form. Four legs become nothing No running or walking to destinations away No hunting or playing The hunter became the huntress and the hunter became prey. Light to...
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  Those Who Fly

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  It started with birds A turn of the wing Taking a valley from brown to green Mountains with snow, iced like cakes Flourish blue and green in a great heron's wake. On water some sit Moving as one A pattern they know All lead and flow The path carved in time and memory From the old w...
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  Words

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  I love words. I really do. They make me happy and set me free, they open and shut doors, they fill a page or a mind. They bring out the truth, and they reveal lies. Words move as the ocean or the wind. They drop with the valleys and rise with the mountains. They float as clouds and fall...
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  Games

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Out of the frying pan Into the fire The mood is dour And you are sour Your heart bleeds black Your mind you lack rule with power and greed A childish game And yet you lead....
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  Insanity at Its Finest

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  The smooth tendrils of fog slithered off the cobblestones and into the night. Small thuds like small feet running echoed through the sky, causing a ripple effect on the clouds. The smell of rum wafted from the broken bottle on the ground, and the indisposed drunk asleep next to it. I could see my br...
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  Can't Stop

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Can’t stop the words The sentences The stanzas The ideas and thoughts The writing The typing. Can’t stop my mind As it zips and zooms like a train On a track that doesn’t exactly exist With passengers not exactly live But waiting for life For meaning For fate and chance to comb...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Language is a Virus

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Language is a virus It consumes to a length To where the being transforms To something different To something from here and beyond Taking bits of you and someone else To make another whole. One of words and tongue That beats and breathes A creature of the world Born and rebirthed whenever ...
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  Black & Gray

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  We are told to color in the lines- And you know why people say that? They don't know. They don't know the vibrant hues that aren't easy to see, They are blinded from them, Living in a world of black, white, grey, red. They know no oranges, yellows, blues, greens, No purpl...
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  Death's Forgotten Lover

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  Since her eyes chilled my bones Those luminous moons of blue They weigh me as water and stones In her time of dying When not one raven flew. To her grave I roam Waiting for death himself To pick me up and take me home To shake me up and throw me out And rest my heart upon his shelf. ...
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  Defensive

  

  By GraphicWriter, Yuba City, CA

  When someone critiques The way your stanzas are placed, How your sentences conjoin at the wrong Words. When someone jokes about how poetry Is nonsense, do they realize that the music they listen to is poetry in itself? A rhyme doesn't happen In the right spot, Or there are a few poem...