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  369.     

The Rise

The rise we get,
from the things we do,
it drives us all,
we love it too.

To shoot a man,
or to speed a car.
The rise is everywhere,
its never far.

The rise we get,
when he rapes a girl,
or what she does after dinner,
she just loves to hurl.

We love the rise,
as we lead a new war.
When we dip into drugs,
or when he f***s his whore.

The rise we get,
when she cuts herself,
or when he jumps from a building,
no one cares to help.

Because its the rise we get,
that we accept the fall,
It's the rise we get,
that will kill us all.

The rise.
 
ally jones

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  370.     

rising

Often when I see the sinking
sun that’s setting in the west
and better men than I start drinking
I start to think of how the best
is over, and recall the east,
where, it seems long ago, I saw
the sun when it began to rise,
and until noon began to soar
above my head in cloudless skies.
I rise with rising of the sun,
but when it sinks I start to fret,
and from its dying rays I run.
I do not wish to see it set,
but wait for something not surprising
which must happen, I feel sure,
a new day with a brand new rising
which for sunset is a cure.

Inspired by “The Rising, ” by Bruce Springsteen, which the NY Times reports has been a fight song for John Edwards in his present Presidential campaign as it was in his campaign for Vice-President in 2004. Its last lines are:

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight


12/20/07
 
gershon hepner

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  371.     

The Rose

A rose is a flower so hardy, yet sweet,
with it, no other flower dares to compete,
with a wonderful aroma, to delight any nose,
what a wonderful flower, this ruby red rose,
it grows on a bush with many pickers,
if you're not careful you will feel it's sharp stickers,
it comes in all colors, it comes in all hues,
it makes you feel special, it chases the blues,
it is good for occasions, both happy and sad,
it brings joy to a heart and makes it feel glad,
to make someone's, happiness billow,
just place a perfect red rose upon her pillow,
you know she will raise it up to her nose,
to breathe the aroma from that wonderful rose,
I have seen many roses, red, yellow and pink,
all of them beautiful, or so I think,
there is one color that I have never seen,
that is a rose in kelly green.
so I send this rose especially to you,
breathe it's aroma, enjoy it's red hue,
now I have come to the end of my poem,
I hope this red rose brightens your home.

written by Harry Bryant
7/2/02 9: 12: 16 PM�
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Harry Bryant

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  372.     

Nature's Rose

As the vast nature
blinds the eye by its beauty
the trees grow taller
the grasses grow greener
The animals grow more peaceful in their natural habitat
But none grow as beautiful as the red rose
As the red rose grows day by day
I walk by it desiring to pick it
Sitting and waiting for the petals to grow more mature
To grow and show off the beauty of the rose
Years go by and the rose is almost grown
This special rose is different from the rest.
Others grow, beautify, and die
While this one grows year after year
The blood of the rose is pure
as it flows up and through the beautiful flower
But the rose has not completed its growth
I run my hand down the body of the beautiful flower
Shedding my blood from the sharp thorns
I grasp the flower and thrust it from the ground
As my blood drips, the blood of the flowers does so too
The red of both mix and mature and fall to the ground dropp after drop
The smell of the flower overtakes the pain
This is Nature's Rose
 
Sky McCoy

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