Poems for all the CB writers Options

[AzN_AssAul'][']

For the poet in us all. Dunno if this is the right place for the thread, but here ya go. Feel free to post your poetry... And be open to criticism (hopefully constructive!). Here's one of mine...
Hope you like it. And give some cc plz...Ty

Moral Anaesthesia

We were always barred behind
each other's private walls;
with miles of air and oceanic mass,
words unspoken behind bullet-proof glass.
Helpless and stuck in a mere illusion,
a fleeting moment past much too soon;
the promise of God to a fool,
beauty too pure to ever be true.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

Tonight you tore down all dreams
built with white lies and deceit.
Where I once stood comfortably numb,
I weep and rot deaf, blind and dumb;
Feast in misery like cheap red wine,
the easiest substitute for the truth.
Moral anaesthesia, morphine for the soul -
the price you pay, for losing control.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

[squ34ki]

Drops from Above

Stared out through the window
Only 500 eyes blink everywhere
The window of the heavens
That both sides of West Bank share

If I climb up on the wall
And walk from England to the Middle country
Like humpty dumpty
And not fall

I wonder, will Armstrong trace my trail
With his twin stars crossed in thought
Can a lifetime of walking beat a man’s few steps

Can a life of work beat a moment’s praying
Can one soldier’s sacrifice
Buy a cow, a bag of rice
Just one night of peaceful dreaming
Where the papers record news
Is a super budgerigar – dying
No terrorist popping letters

Can one butterfly, effect a world of change
Like a president’s memo, or a joke of man
Threaten world, peace with
its funny how perpetual machines can never be made by man, where as
perpetual winter
can

If I walked the wall
Would I rather they point and look
Or they break into many mes
And not one day but many theys
And not one voice but many hands
Not conformity, mindless and with the flow

Stared out through the open window,
There was a meteor shower
Not of stars falling
But of eyes opening, in a pupae
Ready to ______________________________________