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Last Thursday of November

Turkey is bitter that’s why there’s cranberry sauce heaps and heaps of it to sweeten the taste and make history palatable   so we’ll be happy as the tryptophan sedates the whole family and we cheer as a pop star … Continue reading

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We Don’t Deserve A Closer Look

No, we don’t deserve a closer look at the stars we desecrate earth we’re bound to desecrate space with atom bombs orbiting,   interstellar death racing to colonize the heavens, we’re helpless we can’t even figure out earth, in terms … Continue reading

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Fire: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger

Do you remember Bobby Sands, sixty-six days as a nation prayed? Hunger strikes the match that lights the fire that keeps on burning.     Haiku challenge from: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger

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Lightning

The striking lightning reminds us that we’re mortal but the storm passes and we go on believing that we’re destined to be Gods  

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Change

We hunger for change but history keeps proving it repeats itself as we look to passersby and none of them can see us.  

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Bow Your Heads

Bow your heads and pray and hear what he has to say this epitome of America, you’ll see how hate is manufactured    

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We Light These Candles

We light these candles for vigils, then we use them for burning crosses and for burning books, and look the hoods have all come off now  

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