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Water Conservation | Aarav Surana

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This gargantuan task of water conservation,
What good does it to the nation?
Water is as salient as food,
It does to many a lot of good.

Water is a segment of many a fruit,
One without it is as good as a brute.
Water is a homeland to many,
Conserve it or there won’t be any.

Many use water as a refreshing element,
Or they just won’t be relevant.
For to every man, juvenile or old,
Water is as good as gold.

So conserve this cardinal commodity,
Or everyone will feel a certain oddity.
Now you know what it does for the nation,
This gargantuan task of water conservation.

Front Page | Scott Thomas Outlar

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Here’s a city…burn it down
Here’s division…rip its throat out
Here’s a spine…feel it snapping
Here’s the war…welcome home

Here’s the truth…media blackout
Here’s the riot…pour gasoline
Here’s the protest…keep it peaceful
Here’s the fallout…nuclear

Here’s the front page…corporate owned
Here’s the ghetto…unemployed
Here’s the future…no one’s safe now
Here’s the death kiss…on the cheek

Here’s the postscript…eulogized
Here’s the finance…global banking
Here’s the fiat…golden boardroom
Here’s the pink slip…broken home

Here’s the garbage…ruined streets
Here’s the teargas…bloody eyes
Here’s the damage…empty pockets
Here’s the solution…lips sealed shut

More at http://17numa.wordpress.com/.

Mountain Wellhead | Admiral Mahic

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This is where God breathes! Here is
the mountain wellhead that cannot believe
our bodies are drenched in darkness.
Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy
books.
Here my heart smiles at
Goethe’s heart, like a sun at a sun when they meet
in the precipices of the universe.
I was born to experience motion, to undulate like the sea
in a dream, to absorb everything with my soul. What do I know of the
death
of the body. What of Swiss wellheads. What of this village
Lauterbrunen. What of nude virgins. What of war. But my
feeling I know. It keeps up stalks at the edge of a cliff.
I step into the shade of a mountain wellhead
that told me how after death all family relations are severed.
Here love is simple, for there is no single universe. Many
universes are jolted into motion. Rooms. The universes are rooms!
Vanity is
shut up in the rooms. And I beneath the waterfall of the worlds.
Dead hands are no longer
dead here. Hands grow out of the water, the blue
in the sky. Sleep. Drift. Do not count the drops.
The water is too good.

Zero Sum | G. S. Katz

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We are a zero sum babe
I don’t know if you cheated on me
We were already cheating on someone else
How does that cut
Chop meat that’s how
Lovers don’t eat rib eye steaks
They drink and grunt and get their freak on
You go home to Joe
Maybe you’ll pass me in the gutter
Littered in shame but not sorry

Cherish Me | Geetha Paniker

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I shy away not from what I am worth,
watching the beauty of passing days,
feeling passion in love,
like a flower that never wilts.
You awaken my heart,
and replenish the soul,
plaster a smile on my face,
with a twinkle in the eyes.
Captured by the passion,
I crave for cherished love,
with a smoldering fire,
overwhelmed by my senses.

Sea, Shore and the Sky | Amrita Singh

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The day breaks into a crimson dusk,
Pastels merging into the bright chirpy hues,
The sea stretches to the horizon Unabashed hopes of a rendezvous with the sky

The shore seeped in love, surrenders to the sea,
The sea unrequiting:unloving,
Ebbs away with life
Sprawling death all over across the shore.

Since centuries, the Shore has begged for love from the Sea
Since centuries, the Sea has loved the sky.

Neither attaining what one wishes to have, nor belonging where the heart lies.
Reflecting the rays of the sun on itself, shore beckons out to the Sea…..

While, entranced in ethereal beauty of the Sky,
Sea strives constantly to endear
Spurned, rejected, the sea returns to the shore in the night,
Her cares are caressed into oblivion by the all giving lover

Yet again, then, she turns rejuvenated to the sky
The shore waits endlessly for the Sea, with silent sighs.

Joyous at dusk, the shore lives on; for those moments
And
Lovelorn Sea lives on for the dawn to meet the Sky.

Most of us evade as the Sky
Some of us are the Sea,

Very Few, like the Shore, stand by.

More at http://www.soulroot.blogspot.com/.

You Wanted Me to Go | G. S. Katz

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I can forgive
I can’t forget
Those words cut me
With time I looked back
Thinking not of me
Thinking of you
The deep anguish
The fire in your throat
The venom you screamed in words
The passion of frustration
I left
I won’t return
At first I wanted an apology
Now I want nothing
It wasn’t that hard to leave
It almost made me smile

Did You See Adam Lanza? | Donal Mahoney

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You don’t know me but
maybe we should meet.
I’m your neighbor now,
just moved in
the big house
down the street.
Yesterday I waved twice.
I guess you didn’t notice.

Mother’s at the store
but she’ll be back
in half an hour.
I know she’d like
to meet you.
Now as I said,

you don’t know me but
maybe we should meet.
I’m your neighbor now,
just moved in
the big house
down the street.
Yesterday I waved twice.
I guess you didn’t notice.

More at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com and http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com.

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