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EdibleWords
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Poetry Contest

Be a Proud Poet Celebrating Your Free Speech!
As many poems as you like.
Just know this...

You want to hold our attention.
Boring Biden Style
(subjectively speaking)

ainít gonna get people to read
or comment

Let alone change
...anything

Get your power out there.
Donít water it down.

EdibleWords
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I AM They that Pluck Yew - Saying Pluck off - with ALL ten Fingers!

First things first
a muzzle wonít do
I have a hijab for yew

It doesnít make sense
to deface the image
of God in us

Pointless threats
and attacks
my impetus

to shout down
megaphones
of self-destruct

Stick to doing
righteous things
standing tall
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EdibleWords
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Heaven Bent on Change

Will this be
the death of
oppression

or will oppression
be selected for
a few serfs to dish?

Seattle was fun
until someone
lost an I

Itís not funny anymore...

Chaz and other places
need to be cancelled

...with the shooting
on the streets...

Chopped up white girls
on the piers in garbage bags...

Animals did that
because it took the girls
longer to die

Exhausted police
arenít facing ďprotestĒ
anymore

but sheer terror
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ReggiePoet
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Reggie
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Corona Virus is a Crisis

Corona virus is a crisis?
Worse than Influenza-A?
Donít trust the bias news folk buy us
Cable news and old cliches!

This ainít the plague, make no mistake
Except, for what ďTheyĒ make of it
While congress fakes are on the take
And hide the crimes that they commit

They shot the wad on pork and fraud
To make us think they care for us
As we applaud the news facade
Of scofflaws who are treasonous!

The swamp exposedóour world explodes!
Theyíve mobilized the whole deep-state!
Trump struck a nerve, must be deposed
Deplorables, all locked in place!

With faces straight they mock our fate
Distracting us from what is true
With toilet paper as the bait
As Marxists cheer on Sandyís crew

The free world crushed as truth is hushed
Elites will never take a fall
In God we trust! Theyíre so corrupt
Too Late! We should have hung Ďem all!

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ReggiePoet
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Reggie
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Another Suitcase

Another grand speech in a boring town hall
Wonít solve the worldís problems today
Weíve grown too enamored of media brawls
And corruption inside the beltway

Another news pollster committing his fraud
He convinced me to love what I hate
But Iíve learned that our media is just a facade
For elites in control of the state

Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now? Do you care?
Iíve come to care more that his government falls
Than I did for our doomed love affair

Call me in three months, and Iíll be fine
After Hillí throws her hat in the ring
When I'll drink all the Kool-Aid that Iíve been assigned
Cowering under an angelís left wing


Mark my words: Hillary Clinton will announce her candidacy before the end of October, probably within days after the next debate on October 15.

OK, OK I was wrong. I now believe she will skip all the primaries entirely and try to get the nomination at a brokered convention.



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ReggiePoet
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Children of the Dirt


Do not forget the children of the dirt
Their suffering pervades all history
We claim they donít exist, our eyes avert
And mask our shame with high-brow sophistry
They labor out of sight and out of mind
Their childhood wasted, making masterís wealth
Rejected by the rest of humankind
Who cares about their nourishment, or health?
Their schoolóa sweatshop, mine, or factory floor,
Or muddy field or desert, dry and hot!
And little boys are forced to fight in warsó
Instead of playing games, theyíre getting shot!
When children, by the millions, are abused,
By God Almighty, we shall stand accused!

  
  
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anvinvil
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Anvillan
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First love...

Sheís like a breeze in springtime
her eyes like pools of blue
her hair like wheat in sunshine
it shines like morning dew.


her footsteps soft as winter snows
her touch is soft as kittens fur
her smile is like the sun just rose
and shadows bound that regal nose.

But the voice, so soft, so like a song
the ships of yore drawn to that shore
her lips that sing and call to me
Iím drawn to her, I resist no more.

We kiss, Iím lost, my mind explodes
Iím doomed like ships, within her spell
The world is gone, and I am left
to hold the kiss, the wishing well.
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anvinvil
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Adolescent Dreamer...

Oh, would that the words
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.

Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.

Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.

They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.

Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.

People look but donít see,
people hear but donít listen
In your world, all things are possible.
I can be me.
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adagio
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Quintessential Omens

In the night of autumn calm
quiet of the fallen leaves
yet with love in your eyes
with quintessential omens
 
As the silence is magic
to my ears with a renaissance
in the forest of the oaks
and spawning of the acorns
 
As your breath touch my lips
with quintessential omens
and flutes of the meadowlark
with golden wings
 
Like an angel in flight  
a mythical dream so beautiful
in the night of autumn calm
quiet of the fallen leaves
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Darkpoem
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Humans

Were you ever really who you were born as?
I mean, she says she's not a girl.
Why not believe her?
She knows herself and what's right for her.
But you won't let her bind her chest.
Or cut her hair short.
She says "My name isn't Vadah."
You cut her down. But why?
Why can't "she' be a "he"?
Why can't the boy that she feels she is come out?
And that lesbian in the other class room.
Why do you tease her for who she loves?
Why do you tell her she's too young,
Or it's just a phase?
She knows who she wants. Do you?
What if we told you it was weird to be straight?
To like the opposite gender?
To feel comfortable in the gender and body you were born in?
What if you were the abnormal?
And that little black boy up the street.
Why punish him for what he never did, couldn't have done!
He's 4 years old and his daddy was killed by the men who were supposed to protect him.
Why?
And what about those two teen boys living together next door?
Why suppress their love for each other?
And pretend that "they're just good friends"?
And that "hot girl" that you pass on your way to work every day?
Why whistle at her like all she is is a piece of ass?
We're all human.
Not "gays, blacks and weak women".
Not eye candy.
Not disgusting hell-bound liars.
Not unchecked murderers.
We are powerful. We are kind, and we need to step up and CARE for once.
Shut the hell up with all your segregation.
We're all human.
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AspergerPoet56
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We Are Autism

We are human
Of sorts
In mutated form †

A minority †
That is growing †
Finding a voice †

We exist †
Despite attempts †
To change our identity †

The purpose of inclusion †
Is to educate †
Not eradicate †

So with open minds  
Open hands †
We bare our souls everyday †

Itís a hard thing to do  
Explaining how you function †
To everyone you meet †

Constantly jumping through †
Hoops designed †
To normalise us †

Who are we?  
 We are part of new sub culture †
We are †Autism  

We are self aware †
Yet deemed lacking †
Cause we operate differently †

Our focus †
Develops passions †
That colour the world  

Donít dull our brush †
Or the vibrancy †
Will be lost among the grey †







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Radio Autism

This is Radio Autism
Calling out to the world
Is there anybody out there?
We are on frequency
Just listen to what we have to say

Itís no mystery
We do speak a normal language
Turn the dial
Feel our rhythm
Out on the airwaves

Make a connection
Hear the beat of our weirdness
We might be out of step
But if you catch the hook
The music is the same

Donít be scared to tune in
Radio Autism is a different sound
An alternative view
Of what goes on
In this ever changing world
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AspergerPoet56
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Our Voice Is A Vacuum

The restless nightmares
On this ship of fools
Sailing aimlessly on the ocean
Of bigotry and ignorance  
 
Donít want to be here  
Faceless culprits  
Promoting hatred of difference  
To a disgusting degree  
 
Trapped within the label given  
Chained to the name  
Of the doctor who helped classify us
For nazi extermination
 
Stand back look past the ribbon  
The colourful fluttering distracts  
Conform misfits or be cast out  
This is the only acceptance
 
Our voice is a vacuum  
Held under pressure  
No mercy for faltering  
Amongst perfection  
 
 
 
 
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adagio
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Through The Looking Glass

Is there a better time than the dark, to sit at a desk and scribble? Without a moon or stars. Just frost at the window of the widower's abode. Writing:

"Through the looking glass of frosted cataracts
Reflecting my past of memories tied in a bow..."

Placing my pen back in the well, I stepped to the door. Seeing the night, like never before. Freed from the guilt of her passing. I moved through endless galleries of my mind. The night was chilled and the moon was pale on the moors. A cacophony of silence bellowed the wind. Sticking to the window as frost. It was as if the season was out of turn. Gazing over the plain where I have seen rainbows over her grave.

Yet I felt a breath of fear, deepening the shade of night's shadow. Perhaps only the serpents of my mind were yawning.

" But! Is it my mind or my I? "Is it my imagination or angina causing my anxiety? Are the ghosts on the moors making the night colder?" As I shuddered with anticipation of the pain. Chained to my thoughts stepping back into the world of blurred words.

But it felt like something more, like someone more. Suddenly my skin felt the heat of her hand, though nothing was there. Without warning, her breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. An unexpected longing filled my loins and my ability to tell the difference between reality and fantasy ceased to exist.

My mouth was invaded by a tongue I couldn't see. A taste tormenting me, seducing me, making the need that I had so neatly tucked away, come crashing to the surface, like waves upon a shore. My breathing hitched as my body responded to my desire for her. I felt though my heart was breaking all over again until she sighed and placed my hand upon her breast.

As my hand enveloped her delicate flesh, a translucent figure appeared before me.

She was panting and needy as she whispered, ďOnce more darling, please, once more.Ē

Her lustrous hands made quick work of my trousers as she led me to the bed that she had not graced with her presence for so long. The sheets seem to invite her back within their folds and me along with her. And though her figure was still but shadowy, she emanated heat which defied logic. I was completely naked and vulnerable as she led my rigid shaft into wetness that didn't seem possible. My cock had not been firm like this since she left me alone in this world. My lust, which had abandoned me, now coursed wildly through my veins as my need for her grew along with my length and girth.

Without warning, I was completely engulfed by this ghostly seductress as she rode my aching manhood like a jockey riding a steed. Again, and again, she impaled herself on me, as her all but transparent cunt fucked my cock like a whore.

ďOnce more, darling, please, once more,Ē she begged again. She continued to use me to pleasure herself. I could feel her slick walls swell as her arousal heightened until her orgasm struck her as she cried out words that I didnít understand. I felt my balls tighten as my sperm was ready to fill her. I exploded deep inside her, but the moment I did, she was gone. I was utterly alone, covered in my own cum, left to wonder if I had imagined her or if I had gone completely mad.

Then I looked to the window again and saw her ghostly figure, looking at me with eyes shining bright. Before she turned to ascend back into the night sky, she stopped for a moment and whispered, ďThank you, darling, thank you for loving me just once more.Ē

 "With pages of love letters in a portmanteau, And a pressed bouquet turning to crumble"
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wallyroo92
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Peachy Cool Arrow

 
The deceiver, the usurper, the traitor and wanna be dictator
Tries to spread his lies wanting to be idolized in his throne
But the fascist punk is power drunk and wants moreÖpower
Unaware his derriere looks bigger in pampers and itís well known
 
This cheating Cheeto cheapens the honor of the highest office
With paranoid rants like outbursts from an emotional high school girl
No itís worse, little baby in his bunker hunkers down in a tantrum
While heís being ridiculed and laughed at by the rest of the world
 
Sorry, but that is not a political party, itís more of a crazy cult
They relish in hatred like hellish demons who canít be persuaded
Brainwashed is more likely the term to describe their behavior
But theyíll never believe it because they have been indoctrinated
 
And still the bitch likes to tend to the rich which itís so apparent  
Heís more concerned about the economy than peopleís lives
Heís no leader, heís just a puppet placed by the powers that be
Denying the science and facts while letting the nationís citizens die
 
He has no concern other than for himself and his rich friends
Heís fixated with ratings or what people are watching and seeing
Heís dumb, greedy and unkind but the reality of it isÖ
This man, deep down, is just not a good human being
 
Heís oblivious to how much the world dislikes him, maybe he doesnít care
Whatever it is, I donít give a damn so he can just drink the bleach
It sounds like us Spanish speakers are calling him a peachy cool arrow
Translation: fucking asshole, so I say it to celebrate my free speech
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