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Sometimes we must fail
To rise, sink to swim –
Sometimes we must be ugly
To be beautiful

The goslings fell and fell
Their first second and third
Attempt at flying

But they kept getting up
Running and dancing
Backwards and forwards
Lifting and flapping
Higher with each attempt

Sometimes we must lay
Down our pride
Like a sword
And bare our souls and hearts

Sometimes we must anchor
Ourselves in pain
To lift the veils of change

For change can come
Like a twister
Or grow steady like a tree
Sometimes we must fail, we must let go
To grow…and

One never fails when one
dares to change
One never fails when one
dares to fail

Why...?
Why am I going to go to a place everyday...?
Smiling and acting like I want to be there...?
Because that is what is expected of me?
A cog?, A wheel in the machine?
I'll make this b*tch spin.
For what...?
So I can help the rich get further ahead...?
Others who don't give a damn about me personally?
Wouldn't sit across the table from me and break bread?
Silver Spoon Mother f**kers who are already well off ?
Really...?
Tell me why should I sweat for you?
Why should I help you to my detriment?
How is it that I became your slave?
Tell me again why I need you.
A virus..., Plague..., Nasty sickness.
Sucking my f*cking life away.
Never again...Never...,
I will die first...

They like to think themselves as heroes.
They are the Self-Serving type.
They like making war on ev-ery-one, and count-ing coins at night.They contemplate new battles
for what they claim is right
But when they start daydreaming,
minds turn to counting coins all night.

Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eye,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
Thier lips curve up, they just can't disguise,
they think of counting gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?

They use words like honour and glory
When they talk about their wars
They like to talk, about vic-tory and gain
But when they stop their talking, in the silence of thier own heads,
they go straight back,
to count-ing gold coins ag-ain.

Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,

But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?

It is The rich, the powerful
They like to think of as their friends
but they are just the bankers
in a war that never ends
They're not too fond of Peace
A ceasefire's what they hate
they love the thought of fighting wars
think-ing Oh, the mon-ey they shall make

Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,

But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?

Once again the Democratic committee hand picked who they wanted
The people wanted Bernie Sanders
Instead the people got me
I think I'm better than Hillary Clinton
And thankfully the economy is in the crapper
So I'll have a better chance this time around
As far as my accomplishments
Umm....
I did help a child who stutters just like I used to
That's something, right?
So vote for me America
Or you'll have another four years of making fun of the orange man
Donald Trump!

Putin's on the border
110,000 at the order
bristling with their military
it isn't very salutary

By the end of Feb we'll know
if Zelensky has to go
its not a pleasant show
this road to overthrow

Take defensive actions
hit them with the sanctions
there'll be multilateral reactions
and multi-country factions

Its because of NATO forces
a growing pack of horses
unnerves the Russian bear
and brings him from his lair

The Canadian Geese
As the wild geese migrate back to the great north
To nest and have there young
The sky over head is filled with a wonders sight
It’s as if God has put them on display for all to see
Its breath taking and amazing to watch them in flight
Flying in a formation that only they understand
They fill the sky with there beauty and grace
There wings can spread as far as five feet
And they can fly at an altitude of a thousand feet
As I sit and watch them a smile comes to my face
How lucky I am each year in the spring
To see my beautiful great feathered friends
I know ill be watching for them in the fall
When they fly back south at the first fall of snow


I have been watching them for
More than 40 years
Thank you God for such a wonderful gift

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
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zipped vinyl mohawk
Anarchy for the UK
spittle and swindle

Sharif don't like it
Islamic Revolution
Rockin' the Casbah

what is that noise
i cannot see
its just above the clouds

it sure is loud
and it lasted long
oh ... its raining now

so I stay inside
locking-down
.... within

and I wonder
maybe more
illness it will bring ?

Triped,
that’s me standing

Set on all three,
like three sides to a story

The one leg, medial,
is key to fruitfulness

and who would not want to enter,
of the host to whom this step is given?

Is there another door,
one from which lushness sprang?

Triped,
that’s me planting life

The third has more than delight;
it is to fashion a brood for hope

I tread so soft with one leg in a bag;
this is while bliss-searching

These streets we trod, amid treachery,
can cause a life of grief

Triped,
my blueprint to walk as a man

Am I my brothers’ keeper?
Oh yes I am, but not while this triped stand

Tragedy a fact of life
many suffer for the spoils from yet another war
deception corruption they know not of poverty
Minority in power living pretty
They care not for the majority
zoned out on tel lie vision
another fukin fantasy
living hell suffering globally
enslaved without chains
used abused like a donkey
in a false sense of security
better off dead helps their economy
Check out their strategy
its been in place for centuries
Yet won't tell you in lessons of history
Don't believe the hype
living large is the way to be
another lie and deadly sin
they may fool some all of the time
I just want love peace of mind and harmony
Pen my thoughts through poetry