Room Womb Tomb
Democracy WAKE
RIP Van Winkle
A Lone Prone
CPAP Space vacuum
American Dead
Democracy Poet
fraught sod enclosure
Walls echo silent
echo refrain
wry wrought whispers
Aloft chokeholds gasp
for postiche sought
air Pressure
Passages that grasp
Poet Tree vivid
vocal RIP chords
To seep weep
torn asunder woe
tear pit drop drips
Crash crack thy
weather worn lips
macabre tremor
Knot To BE
seen A Live
butt Bee a
Headstone grave cry
Lost for ever
then ever more
A Wake Woke
American Dream.
HeArtMosphere Poet
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Spending time watching that WOKE news, I would feel also the same.
I would point my finger and say the other party is to blame.
I'd blame others for sky-high prices and the price of gas.
When I could not pay the rent, I would blame another party.
But when the elections are over, I will still be in the dirt,
The party I elected would laugh because I gave them a FREE pass.
Simply stated you are just asking everyone to, Wake up and Fly Right. Accept the facts, do the right thing, and stop empire building for yourself and consider the plight of all Americans.
Ron
One can never lack subjects in Your poetic library.
I wish that one day millionaries poetry's supports read through Your pages, and decide to bank the publication of all of Your Scrolls!
"Room Womb Tomb Democracy WAKE" I have read, and have learned from its contents.
Much gratitude to You, Poet David Lester Young for keeping the English rich in Your poetic bank.
Reverent and appreciatively,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU