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I'm less than a week away from getting my second shot
Then it's two weeks to get away from being hot
From these masks that make you breathe in your own carbon dioxide
It is not worth trying to hide
I will not miss these blue masks
I have enough to do to make up my tasks
Just sifting through the endless crap that people spew out
It makes me want to scream and shout
What about other things that should have my attention
Wasting my time on germ retention
There are real things to be enjoyed that I am missing
Like love and joy and lots of kissing
So I wait in anticipation
For this hoax brought on by our nation
What will they think up next?
To try to get people from having sex

You get up there to sing your song
You hope you sing it well
You hope the audience is actually listening
You hope they enjoy your performance
You fight the fear of being on stage
You try to get to a place where you don't care what they think
You just let it flow
If you are successful you get a good feeling
But you have to have a good song, performance, and audience
Getting all three to come together is real tough
But it is the desire to give joy
A joy that will make them forget whatever is going on in their lives
For a brief moment all is right with the world
I guess that is what drives all performers
Whether they be comedians, singers, artists, athletes
You want to inspire people
To bring happiness to their lives
To be a star
And if you're really good
To be a diamond!

We need money to live better
Someone lives for money
And others living in money
Others are not aware about money
Someone kills and someone killed for it
And started war only for this
Finally every one goes to end
Which cannot stop by money?
So money will make more pain…

I am challenging each and every member on this Poet's Corner to write a poem in any style you so desire to express an answer to this simple question...."If you were a flower what kind of flower would you be and why?" :)))) Deadline is Sunday!! Have a great weekend my friends!!

Danger
Rides are road
Cars beeping sirens
Those dredfull blues and twos racing to where ever they go
Unable to hear

These dangers Unable to hear the trafic on are fast mobile cells
Horns beeping cycles weave dangerously in and out weaving through are
Jam packed roads
All going in the same directing but no where fast
Beeping their horns to acknoledge they are there


not going any where
Smog fuel smells are road
Coats are throats leaves a lingering taste
Exhaust fumes every where dirt on road hidden in
Trees dirt
is every where

Was in seventy seven that Catherine moved
Out to the Blue Mountains
Mary went along with her
Just to help her settle

The news I saw here on TV
It happened there at Granville
The train had ploughed into the bridge
And everything was twisted

I prayed to God don't let it be
That Mary has been injured
On this train she was coming home
She'd told me how she missed me

All day they worked in the wreck
To free the dead and injured
Eighty three the count came to
And I had lost my Mary

Gone was Mary, my sweet love
The light that shone daily
Part of me had died that day
And I felt this empty yearning

The emotion was too much for him
His face was soaked in tears
He wiped a rag across his face
To hide the tears within

Slowly he composed himself
And once more brought out flask
Another sip to wet his mouth
Before he'd start again

The nation mourned as I mourned
Each in our own way
So many good people
That had died that day

I must admit my faith did falter
And I railed at God for days
How could you let this happen
You've stolen my life away

One night He spoke to me
As I wallowed in self pity
Remember the promise that was made
I will not forsake you

I can see that smile playing round your lips
You think the old man's senile
Wasn't words as such that he spoke
'Twas more like a feeling

That was the day, the turning point
And slowly I got better
I saw all that I had left
My children round me gathered

'Twas in eighty one that Catherine wed
To a man I'm proud to call son
She'd barely turned twenty four
And I wished Mary was there

Bertram had grown tall and strong
Turned twenty two that year
Brought along a lovely girl
His wife she was going to be

Was in eighty three when Bertram wed
When we had all those fires
Right across Victoria
And down to South Australia

Ash Wednesday is what they called it
Bout the worst in history
Bush burnt, animals died
And homes burnt a plenty

swimmin in the cesspool of this worlds lies,
lookin to a future where everyone dies,
their words invade the spaces of my brain,
twisting my thoughts drivin me insane,
lost in the darkness of this world I see,
just leave me alone, just let me be,
let me live my life to do as I please,
there has to come a time when everyone sees,
this world is decaying into despair,
looking to the future with an empty stare,
how much more can one man take,
wake up people for your own damn sake,
it started to happen, it has already begun,
our lives will be lead at the point of a gun,
the lot of you who cannot see,
you need to listen, believe in me,
we need to fear in what this world becomes,
For something wicked this way comes........

a plural personas [New Latin, from Latin] : an individual's social facade or front that especially in the analytic psychology of C. G. Jung reflects the role in life the individual is playing — compare anima b : the personality that a person (as an actor or politician) projects in public :


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Bemasked I walk thru the world,
A stranger among my brothers and sisters,
Yearning to reveal myself,
Yet terrified to do so,
Lest I be rejected and cast away in exile…


Of book-learning and psychotherapy, there’s no dearth,
Yet, the pain and hunger and self-inflicted exile persists,
No balm of Gilead seems to lessen the mind-numbing ache,
Freud and Jung would be pulling their hair out…


And, so, we continue to walk thru the plain of desolation,
Our only companions on the journey, being other injured anthropoids,
Ever hoping, we wonder,
Whether we will ever stumble upon that elusive Shangri-La,
Or will we forever evade it?

We’re too busy glorifying the wrong things.
Complain about the headaches in the morning.
Then we pray up to heaven.
Hoping that we’ll impress our reverend.
Yet we never look internally
For bliss in our eternity.
Kiss the wrong lips cause it brings us ecstasy.
Cooking up the wrong recipes
That destroys our vicinity.
Self destruction till infinity
Demanding change from those in power.
Is only gonna leave us all devoured
By the same men we’re asking for a helping hand.
Those same men that spread fear across the land.
Allowing only poison in our minds and bodies.
Popping coke, xanies, and meth disguised as molly.
Never questioning, only following.
Alcohol we’re swallowing
Because if we don’t we’re inferior.
Dying slow from the brandy burning our interior.
I mean man look at our position
Change is screaming at us but we choose not to listen.
Too busy fighting off our opposition.
Then kill each other when we go insane in prison.
Where the f*ck did that get us?
Holding 40’s and Berettas?
Legs are tired from only chasing cheddar.
I thought by now we’d move on to something better.
Guess I was wrong…..

A family we were contented with life
Enjoying life day by day
Beautiful wife and beautiful kids
I had all a man could need

Was in fifty nine that Billy Graham
And his circus came to town
We thought we'd go to watch the show
To see this evangelist

People came from all around
To hear the word of God
Never before had I seen such crowds
They were packed in that day

He spoke bout sin, forgiveness too
And Jesus' love for all
So many tears, a river cried
And souls were pledged to God

Yes Mary and I we too did cry
Our lives were turned around
Our hearts we pledged to give to God
Not once did we turn back

Now we had an inner peace
That money cannot buy
No matter what life might bring
Jesus was by our side

News reports astonished were
The changes Jesus made
Half the crime had dissapeared
And crims to mend their ways

The years rolled on as time will do
And different things happened
None that spring to mind right now
As being of great importance

We lived our life quietly
And quietly we prospered
Children grow much too fast
Ours were six and eight

I remember very well
The first day of school
Mary cried to see them go
And yes, I did too

The days seemed much quieter
With no children underfoot
We missed the fun we used to have
With the children in their play

Vietnam had so much unrest
Yet no-one hardly noticed
When the call went out for our youth
They simply were conscripted

Woe to those who's birthday fell
Within the days noted
A lottery was all it was
And the winners were the losers

And sure enough in sixty six
These boys were sent to Nam
To fight a war no-one could win
To die in foreign soil

So many people against this war
Protesting everywhere
Police were called to break them up
But the message still went on

Sixty six was the year
We changed to decimal coinage
Pounds, shillings and pence
Replaced by dollars and cents

What a headache that was
Everything to change
Took us ages to train the staff
And customers made mistakes

Things settled down and we carried on
As life is wont to do
We lived a life quite comfortable
In our pub at Ultimo