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Concrete Hive

I heard a voice from years ago:
Solidarity has come of age.
Echoed songs heard throughout the streets
of lessons learned from Gandhi and King.
 
For what had been promised
was a brand new way,
yet the poor received nothing
at the end of the day.
 
So quiet were the thieves
that stole the people’s dreams.
Silently packaged and bundled
then secretly sold overseas.
 
Unknowing, the concrete hive
hand-crafted a perfect plan,
sold our kids as collateral
to live monetary selfish lives.
 
Sworn to serve, embedded with pride,
a young warrior’s blood ran thick –
staining sand of foreign land.
All for black oil in a can
 
or was the repression, depression, taxation
that broke the silent majority’s back?
 
I never thought I would live
long enough to see
a new generation’s uprising,
claiming their voice, now free.
 
“Raging against the machine.”
 
I watched for years, 
the youth blindly squeezed
into the fitted mold 
of a stolen society.
 
Cookies cut by MTV
distracting minds of our youth.
Disregarding the discontent;
ignoring the rumblings underground.
 
Oh! to my surprise when I saw
the young, arm in arm with the aged
at last take a stand. A loud stand!
To finally break free
from the cage.

Peace be with all of you.

☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Image from #OccupyBerkley Riots Nov.9, 2011
Riot Police wanted students off the grass.
For the dVerse Poetics Prompt on idioms: http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/12/poetics-what-did-you-call-me/.
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Dreams of Peace

 

 

“Too much of everything

 

is just enough”

 

A stitch of words that frame

 

my license plate.

 

 

 

A sister’s gift

 

so many years ago.

 

How did she know

 

that I would frame my life

 

around those eight

 

Grateful Dead words?

 

 

 

 too much love is just enough

 

 too much peace is just enough

 

 

 

Were the little girls with flowers

 

in their hair wrong

 

so long ago?

 

 

 

To dream the dreams

 

the world

 

now hungers for.

 

 

 

TheMsLvh

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To the Wood – a Sonnet

It’s time to travel so I must go
to the place where Redwoods grow.
 
 
 
 
 
This heart is yearning for my earth bound friend,
to mend the wreckage done and calm the seethe.
Dense woods I scurry, searching to transcend
and melt into your breath, so I can breathe.
 
My spirit yielded freely to the wood,
when I was young and grew beneath cool shade.
The tender young fern danced under the hood
and played with sunbeam pearls in soft cascade.
 
Just hold me tightly with your Redwood arm,
to gently cradle empty souless sleep.
My heart is bleeding, keep me safe from harm,
I come to heal these spirit wounds that weep.
 
Alone I walk beneath my forest friend,
internal peace I seek, my soul to mend.
 
 
-TheMsLvh  © 2011
* Special Thank you to Luke Prater and dVerse
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