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Mirror, mirror in the hall

Mirror, mirror in the hall
Tell me I am as pretty as a doll

As you stand there by the wall
Why are you truthful to us all?

How about sweet white lies?
When I look at you and sigh
Or is vanity going to be my downfall

In you all I always see is my real image
Imprisoned in your crystal transparent cage
When will you set me free?
When will you let me be?
This is now becoming my daily outrage

Mirror, mirror in the hall
Why do you pretend?
Not to be my best friend?
How about sweet white lies?

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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Circumstances Like These

The best way to undermine the activities of someone?
Pretend your involvement in initiating chaos,
Had nothing to do to upset the balance...
Of something your jealousy could have avoided.
But you chose to prove the outrage of the selected 'victim'
Had begun as you stood by and did absolutely nothing!

Having the 'appearance' of innocence...
Is all that is needed to begin the intended fall of someone!
However...
Such misdeeds eventually exposes a demented mind!

And the person suspected of creating confusion,
Wins!
Because winning under circumstances like these...
Comes to the one who has been wronged,
Time after time after time!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eleventh Hour

Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
And appearing clearly in one's own backyard.

To acknowledge the ignoring of truth,
Many have allowed to grow to produce...
Actions that upset,
Those gathering to defend and protect...
A right to believe lies kept to themselves,
Will not eventually catch up with them...
As if divinely protected.
Makes pointless their arguments.

And...
Clearly an absence of common sense.
But...
A feeding together upon such foolishness,
At their own expense...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Realization That I Am Different

everyday in a sense
is not really horrible
no one is.

frightening yet
not that prolonged

every moment is a surprise
like a birthday

expected yet there are
still outbursts of

emotions they call it an outrage
because life can be so much

sometimes raging like a bull
with smoke in its nostrils

friends, excuse my dust

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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La Neige

La neige astucieuse et le silence adroit
Ont immobilisé au bout de l’avenue
Vulcain jaloux et Mars surpris et Vénus nue.
La Déesse est couchée et l’Amant se tient droit.

Les blancs flocons qui emmaillent le marbre froid
Ont assourdi le guet, le pas et la venue
Et semé des poils blancs dans la barbe chenue
De l’Époux outragé de sa honte qu’il voit ;

Et tous deux à jamais pris aux ruses du piège
Dans l’enchevêtrement du filet de la neige
Restent, couple captif autour de qui Vulcain,

Farouche et les bras nus sous le gel et le givre,
A l’enclume de bronze et d’un ciseau d’airain,
Martèle un parc d’argent et forge un ciel de cuivre.

poem by Henri de Regnier
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Shame, Shame

Raunchy rapists, rancorous garroters,
Gangsters, mobsters and white collar cheats are
Sure and secure in political shelters
Bad cops are busy carting homes, dirty grafts
Good cops are kept to guard lords and blackguards
Laws are interred deep under money vaults
Justice jerks, shirks to retch out of courts hearts
Mistake not; rule of law hasn’t come to a halt
Look at those piled up cases, cunning touts
And remorseless lawyers ruling the roost
And those cracking lathis on the weak backs
Of beggars, rikshapullers and street hawkers
Scared commoners dare not even stare
At the reigning outrage
How can an odd poet react; but to catapult
Letter darts; let someone read them or not

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Overcast

Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes
(as if in fact you were looking through a mist)
in alternation tender, dreamy, grim
to match the shiftless pallor of the sky.

That's what you're like- these warm white afternoons
which make the ravished heart dissolve in tears,
the nerves, inexplicably overwrought,
outrage the dozing mind.

Not always, though-sometimes
you're like the horizon when the sun
ignites our cloudy autumn-how you glow!
A sodden countryside in sudden rout,
turned incandescent by a changing wind.

Dangerous woman-demoralizing days!
Will I adore your killing frost as much,
and in that implacable winter, when it comes,
discover pleasures sharper than iron and ice?

poem by Charles Baudelaire
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That Sense Of Outrage....

i would have said something
direct to the point

like an arrow to the heart of the tree
i could have shouted eureka

i could have followed my heart and walked away and find
a home in someone's face

i could have been someone that you have never known
a handshake that you have never felt

we could have been more intimate than friends
contented in the poverty of our souls

but it is not just possible
i don't mind the hardship or the looseness

but it is not just possible
it does not fit, something feels so good but at a distance

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Witness on trial

I was present at the trial
when Marcus Tullius took the stage
To defend a man accused, by you,
of poisoning and outrage.
I tried to hide a smile
when he all but called you 'Whore'.
He painted Caelius as some innocent
that you lured to your door.
He defined you as a harlot
though he barely spoke your name.
He next implied your brother
was your spouse in all but name.
He acknowledged your nobility
and then outlined your shame.
He all but stripped you naked,
He's a master of the game.
The rumors of your drunkenness
last summer at the shore.
The long parade of Lovers
while your husband was at war.

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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Low Finisterre 1007 Losing Its Identity By The Same Time

It’s BBC Radio 4
but the familiar

litany of
THE SHIPPING FORECAST

is alas...maimed
not the same.

They changed
a national institution

of the mind
redeveloped the mental landscape.

They have even dare to have it
moved

by 15 minutes
and renamed

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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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