Poetry Submissions, to cB news Options

[sadolakced acid]

hello poets!

the cB newspaper (letter, whatever) is looking to feature a poem (or two) every issue.

so: if you want us to consider your poem for featuring please:

1. Post your poem(s) in this thread
2. Post a link to the thread with your poem(s) (if you didn't make a thread already for your poem, then just say no thread)

please, no comments - if you wish to comment, click on the link to that poem.

please note that we are cannot feature every poem, and we may not be featuring the best poem; we also consider the emotion that the poem evokes, and if it fits with our publication. Poems submitted will always remain in consideration.


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This post has been edited by sadolakced acid: Jun 12 2005, 12:44 AM

[TreesTurnMeOn]

Macedonia is Too Little for Thee

I've secretly been
perfecting the art of lieing
seeing as the
master's greatness is

slowly dieing

and keeping the truth tucked
deep in my vocal cords;
stuck
in a pit to keep you from discovering
my profession
making an incission
with most intricate precision
keeping firm with
my decision

and the stars are glaring blankly
watching every move I make
every breath I take
every lie I fake
only for my sake

to keep me on track to learn
make sure I don't
crash
and burn

people from that train's windows
staring at me
as the stars do
hand in hand with

complete strangers

not attempting to avoid the dangers
unaware a change in his life
can change hers

whisk away as fast as they came
misunderstanding the game
the devil plays on the
nearly insane
as much as we strain
to remain the same

yet still wishing for money
cars and fame
no matter how much we
claim
to be completely sane
we and the world

can't adhere

cause we're all made here

in a world of terrorism,
pain, and hate
a world of history, poverty,
Alexander the Great

not everyone's destined for
the expected fate
reality can stop us in our tracks

give our face a whack

but there's
no goin back

to making careless decisions
trusting out instinct
to take us to
where we need to be

expecting from ourselves
immediate generosity

selfless love for our enemies

supposedly unwanted vanity

if the world worked that way
would there even be a need
for weed, steeds,

or greed?

everything positive is
taken for granted
it's been here all our lives
how is it amazing in any way

when I witness it
everyday
without
I would feel betrayed
but with I find
no need for praise

i'll keep these thoughts
glued to my chest
where I believe is for
the best

for me to know
and lies for the rest

although my
foolish instinct
finds a need to protest

oh how I detest

how the world is
never
right and always finds a need
to smite

every correct thing
that i only wish could be
trite
it's not right

but what is?

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