Broken
Thread-bare and weary, patience frays
into lint found in pockets and bellybuttons.
Time taunts, teases and skips away,
with hope, bundled in rope, jerked behind.
Contentment and peace cohabit in a cabin
on a mountain no seeker shall find.
Childless women make noises about choice
while empty wombs weep bloody tears.
Suicidal humanity clear-cuts ecological lungs;
Gaia, betrayed, plots revenge.
Lori Martin
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Let it Fall
So, let it fall: and best off all, heed every call, be in the thrall of laws of fate
Essence of time, force you to climb, turn on a dime and compensate
Live by the truth, don't lose your youth, don't be uncouth, grow as you must
Bearings need oil, lifestyle needs toil, don't act the foil, move on like dust
Get what you need, put down your seed, succumb to greed, gather in worth
Don't use a crutch, keep out of Dutch, don't eat to much, or swell your girth
Watch things you say, sanity each day, kneel down to pray, live the moment
Keep on the hop, need never stops, blood pressure drops, stay on one bent
Give kids candy, be a bit randy, also handy, yield to the call
Live your whole life, and avoid stife, cautions are rife, so let it fall!.
Dana Rowe
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