I`ve Come – By William Hancok

The night’s no longer,
Nor is the day,
Of endless hunger,
Nor men astray.
For with a thunder,
God did say,
“No more plunder,
Nor evil ways.”

“I’ve come you see,
To put a stop
To mans disease,
Like days of Lot.
Men do tease,
With evil thought,
On bended knees,
They smite the rock.”

“Governments of death,
Nations of plutocracy,
Where evil nests,
Devouring democracy.
The people’s best,
Full of bureaucracy,
Never they rest,
In all their hypocrisy.”

“For lack of plenty,
The people starve,
Deprived of money,
Society marred.
What some think funny,
Leave others scarred,
Bees and honey,
Are forever barred.”

“Yes, you see,
With a hunger,
I’ve come to thee,
To cure my blunder.
You and me,
And all my wonder,
I take from thee,
And do so smother.”

And with his hand,
The night was no longer,
Nor was the day.

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Christmas Humbug – Mr. Robert Green

November’s here, let it begin
If you truly believe, then it’s a sin
Humbug! Humbug!
Christmas has started, hear the plea.

All They want is your money
In this financial climate that’s so funny
Humbug! Humbug!
Corporate greed is there to see.

People with no heart
Have it torn apart
Humbug! Humbug!
Religion and business will not let you free.

Look to the stars, the consolation
All you see that glitters is consternation
Humbug! Humbug!
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee.

They want your Dollar, they want their pound,
They brow beat you mercilessly, into the ground.
Humbug! Humbug!
Money does not grow on a tree.

A child’s heart and their smile can be sought
But does not have to be bought
Humbug! Humbug!
I shout! hear my plea.

Old eyes will weep for those who have past
But fresh in memories that will last
Humbug! Sigh humbug!
Watch the child decorate the tree.

Let us all embrace Christmas’s happiness
Put aside the sadness
No more humbug! Humbug!
Let the children play and shout, with laughter full of glee.

As I wash the families dinner dishes
Hopefully came true all your wishes
Humbug! Humbug is now a sweet
As I sit back and put up my feet.

Robert Green

Picking Strawberries – By Mr. Anthony Burkett

absence of nourishment
rakes upon the soul
in even well-spaced lines

as arid unforgiving soil
with no fruit to show
the beauty of nature’s labor

enter now spring
with nurturing hope and dreams
blossoming buds coloring green on white

once forsaken now renewed
desolation conquered
a promise laden path

fragranced aroma
of heart shaped love on the vine
tantalizing the senses

pick now while ripe
that birthed of passion
sweet with desire’s delicious nectar

Anthony Burkett

Dancing With Tears In My Eyes – Mr. Robert Green

Find this….anyplace inside your heart….

The truth hurt, nothing to atone
There were no lies
Moving alone
Dancing with tears in my eyes

Arms empty
Music plays, sighs! 
Love I have aplenty
Dancing with tears in my eyes

Alone in my mind
Doves! I hear cries
You I did find
Dancing with tears I’m my eyes

Finding some time
My heart flies
Toeing the age old line
Dancing with tears in my eyes

Dancing, 
Dancing with tears in my eyes 

Robert Green

Tower of Souls – Mr Robert Green

This is a series of five poems. Read more about Mr. Robert Green Poetry at Poemhunter.com and here at Paintedwords1.wordpress.com

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Tower of Souls

How tall is this tower
Filled to the brim
More and more each hour
Every new soul, Each grim.

I stand outside looking in
How soon before I’m inside looking out
No soul as I, full of sin
Wants to shout.

Does this tower expand
To allow others in
No room to stand
Like waste into a bin

Dark clouds overhead
Thunder rolls, lightening strikes
No rest, or sweet dreams in bed
Toss and turn, the devil likes.

‘Roll up, roll up’ the devil cries
‘Something for everyone’
He shouts with no shame for his lies
So many souls, but you’r still alone.

Driving rain and tempest
Do you shelter at the tower?
When your mind is weakest
He calls every hour.

A Lover’s Gentle Kiss – By Mr. Anthony Burkett

you can read more about Mr. Anthony Burkett’s poetry on Poemhunter.com

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whispering secrets
a sweet taste of true love’s breath
the scent of desire

Anthony Burkett

A Green Willow Grows In My Heart – by Mr. Altair Laahad

Read more about Altair Laahad’s poetry on poemhunter.com

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I feel its roots stretching deep
and stirring old memories
calling my eyes of a boy to sleep
on the callous skin of manhood
forged by hard rough rocks

A green willow sleeps in my heart and weeps
the tough rocks squeeze the roots,
as I stretch and tend a crystal glass to the tears of the spirit
wherefrom distillation of the story does the best
and the droplets wriggle through,
they gather in the bottom of my heart;

fermentation over,
time for delivery
from the bottom of my heart to the tip of the tongue
there the tear of the willow leaves the somber part
of my little heart and drowns my endless universe

read more about Altair Laahad’s Poetry on Poemhunter.com

A Chemical Marriage – By Mr. Stan Petrovich

We were once the torrid lovers,
Don’t get me wrong:
Slobbering kissses the afternoon long;
And nightly penetrating like shovels.

But soon enough, too soo enough,
Entered the scourge of alcohol between her lips,
Floating fat and curling cheese around her once-shapely hips.
My reaction was astoundment, and my heart pounded rough.

Tonight with alprazolam coursing through her passed-out form,
I sit & curse my fate;
For I will not don the weight
Of those stupifying pills as any norm.

You see, with me, it all terminated at Kent State, back in ’72 or ’73;
When we lost our longsuffering position;
The rifles came and shot dead several along with me;
Clearly we had lost our situation.

But my wife’s 700 million braindead cells.
All alcohol related,
Turned her into a fuming gel,
That only remains abated.

These newfangled drugs I think do even worse harms;
These newfangled pharmaceuticals boom onto her vacated brain;
Where there was a glimmer of hope has faded again.
I want to send out signal, issue alarms.

But no one believes that such a normal-seeming spouse
Can be engaged in such a zone of harpy-dropping terror;
That any marriage can have its strife,
Without this unseen force bottled on the floor.

You can read more about the Poet Stan Petrovich on Poemhunter.com

Don’t Fear The Reaper!!!! By Mr. Robert Green

Don’t fear the Reaper
Another sleep only deeper
Your toil is done
No more midday sun.

Laid to rest
With the worst and the best
Some may say good riddance
I shrug with indifference.

My headstone epitaph written
Of times when I was love smitten
Once youthful as a kitten
Now just dust and hidden.

Don’t fear the Reaper
He’s just your last mortality taker
I still toss and I turn
Maybe it would have been better to burn.

You can read more about Robert Green Poetry at PoemHunter.com

Bay of Dismay – By Midnights Voices

~Mr. Thomas Robinson ~

Always was always so certain in it’s way.
Never could you change it’s mind or
How it would have it’s say.

Her eyes are made up of sunsets.
But she holds the moon at bay.
Her eyes are watered
But the sea is receding now today
Her eyes are shadows, shadows
She questions everything I say.

The gemini was born three days past the bull.
In a land full of richness and
Illusions are cut and pressed down at the mill.

Her hands are empty and the wind begins to blow.
Her hands are fingered but I see no rings aglow.
Her hands are waving but I am so far and so…
Her hands have faltered over a heart so full of grief.
Her hands are longing for touching and some pure belief.
Her hands are lingering, lingering…

The ships they come into the safety of the harbor.
Then dock and they rope onto the wharf.
The gangplank unloads it’s cargo of remorse.

But this widow stands not among the chorus.
She twists and turns in a blacklaced chiffon party dress.
And the bayed back moon is peeping through the clouds
Humming a song of freedom before
The clouds get it going and move it on along.
Oh…..oh her eyes are sunsets, sunsets!

 

You can read more about Mr.  Thomas Robinson Midnights Voice~~ At Poemhunter.com and Allpoetry.com