In a moment in time
not even to breathe,
there in my mind
my imagination,
never stopping
or maybe…
she’s me.
By Morgan
about running
reviewed by embe,
for our poet of note
playing hide-n-seek,
in all these thoughts
supposed to hide or not.
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L two five nine in time
for the bridge of decay,
have you reached it yet
storms of wood splinters
above an endless gap.
Ticket to the horizon
for embe to review,
lovely this poem
by our poet of note.
To be a super star
with your every step,
here on writing.com.
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In that moment in time
my thoughts may be funny,
so now this house is empty
with words printed on the sign,
by Whitemorn our poet of note
dramatic poem of self defense.
I could hear the sirens coming
so I shot skinny in that ankle,
now you won't be running far
embe to review the scene,
the evidence was sound
simply positive review.
In a serious moment in time
I don't want my children to die
from the man who loves his gun,
his face he hides behind a mask
who is he to take that life away?
Dear God, I am so scared today
by our desperate poet of note
weeping tears for the child,
the innocent bystander
please protect her life?
So this is a new ruling
he does not know wrong,
she is in the wrong place
with lying eyes as evidence,
denied by embe for the child.
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In a moment in time by T. L. Finch
never ever on the train of wealth
stealth and rich I shall not be.
Misstep on a narrow path
reviewed lovely by embe
for our fine poet of note.
At the edge of thunder
I could feel its power
run through the gorge.
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In this sad moment in time
for our dear poet of note.
Sum1 with Shed No Tears
reviewed by embe so sad,
in this my poem attached.
Practice what you preach never easy for me
anger and weeping in a poem of sorrow,
my mind unable to grasp a lie of the mighty
all powerful without mercy for the innocent,
hiding dying in their lodges, skins - of buffalo
covering a nation enslaved, democracy denied
by the rich and famous, where are they now?
Dead their bones rotting in hell, a fire burning
brightly with evil deeds for mankind the devil,
detailing laws with commas and dots, what for?
The uneducated a sign language, leave us alone,
long time our custom from birth roaming in tribes,
riding our ponies to the hills, our children laughing
whooping ancient games of old, now starving thin.
The fields filled with memories, dancing a trance
a mind to madness consumed we are drunkards,
their booze poisoned dark to die lonely in a hole,
locked away beautiful in our minds earth our hero,
fields in words of mercy on high, seeds of pride
signals proud Red Indians of old, blood so bold
the color of living strangers disguised the traitors.
Our souls sold for two dollars to die, tell us why
eagle in the sky seeing a new horizon on earth,
trinkets and beads sold to tourists on the reserve.
Our custom we preserve hiding our dignity here
in this land, the world calls it – “Freedom Now.”
Where are we in the land of paradise road,
hiding away where you shamed our heritage?
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In this moment in time for the drifter
i's a girl by his only daughter.
Peterson the kind father
our dear Christian
reviewing embe
in appreciation here.
The awkward sentences
have been edited as suggested,
may God bless you and your family.
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for our poet of note.
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