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Cries of life ring in some ears;
Pangs of death hit others
How odd could it be,
That it happens in one place?
Dozens rush around,
With scrubs and gloves,
Stocked with fake smiles,
Ready to be handed out
Wrinkles of concern,
Etched across pale faces,
Hope continues to shine,
In those sleepy eyes
Hopes and prayers,
All cast outward,
As one life leaves;
And another begins.
Pangs of death hit others
How odd could it be,
That it happens in one place?
Dozens rush around,
With scrubs and gloves,
Stocked with fake smiles,
Ready to be handed out
Wrinkles of concern,
Etched across pale faces,
Hope continues to shine,
In those sleepy eyes
Hopes and prayers,
All cast outward,
As one life leaves;
And another begins.
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Men also feel the sting of sexism.
1.) There’s nothing saying that I can’t stand there. There isn't a “no loitering” sign.
2.) That was partially sexist, and that’s not just my opinion. "Excuse me gentlemen." She says, interrupting our conversation. "Can you please not stand here? A lot of our employees are women, and you’re making them nervous."
Would she have said that if it was two women standing there? Most likely not
3.) That was really rude. She interrupted the conversation, and could have at least said please, or something. Jeez I mean was she raised by wolves or something?
Just because two men who are nerdy I might add, are stand
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Written for another man's woman
If the beaches didn't erode and the mountains stood forever.
If the wind didn't wear away the architecture and the rain wouldn't wash away fertile soil.
If we could live our lives without pain and haters could see the death and loneliness they cause.
If the politicians could see their hypocrisy and the bureaucrats could value independence.
I would be able to step out of time and feel the sadness with you.
I'll be waiting for you in your dreams so we can cuddle in the country grass under the white clouds.
Until then I'll be crying alone while you sleep.
Literature
For His Pride, Wildeve Must Pay
For his pride, Wildeve must pay.
Before the dice, I calmly sat.
Tamsin's love be mine, I pray -
With scoff and smirk and boorish bray,
he thought his luck to be down-pat.
For his pride, Wildeve must pay.
My start, a lucky throw. I say,
"Won back his coat, won back his hat."
Tamsin's love be mine, I pray.
My en'my's eyes grew wild as play
went on; his temper hot, he nearly spat -
for his rage, Wildeve must pay.
At last, the final guinea lay
upon the table round and fat -
Tamsin's love be mine, I pray!
With fortune hers, I went away,
with Wildeve mumbling, "Dirty rat."
For his rage, Wildeve did pay
Tamsin's love be mine, I pray...
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Trying to always release something once a week.
Life can be, full of a lot of things.
Anyways, here's a brand new poem. I hope that
whoever reads this does enjoy it!
Have a great day and night!
No use of this work is to be allowed unless approved by myself, PowerOfTheBeard
Life can be, full of a lot of things.
Anyways, here's a brand new poem. I hope that
whoever reads this does enjoy it!
Have a great day and night!
No use of this work is to be allowed unless approved by myself, PowerOfTheBeard
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Pretty inspiring!