RC deWinter

@RCdeWinter

Jongleur trying to do it all who sometimes comes close. My existence is my verification. My pen can be a feather or a sword. Love me or leave me.

lost in the stars
Vrijeme pridruživanja: svibanj 2009.

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  1. Prikvačeni tweet
    11. stu 2015.

    I'm writing my autobiography one poem at a time. ~ RC deWinter

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  3. prije 12 minuta

    Well, Romney crossing the aisle did make a difference for me...combined with some words from an exchange here yesterday a new poem's been born...HAIL TWITTER...lol

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  5. prije 2 sata

    A safe move to look honorable. He will be alone on that bench. Yeah, I'm a realist.

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  6. prije 15 sati

    My rage at this disgusting travesty that's supposed to be a government of, by and for has exhausted me. Off to sleep, perchance to dream...see you next time.

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  8. prije 15 sati

    but dawn comes and with it great gray tumbrels to carry us useless scribblers and daubers dangerous malcontents prophets and nonbelievers away © 2013 RC deWinter Published Poetry Life & Times October 2013

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  9. prije 15 sati

    if i were free to find the empire poachers who boxed me up it would be a fierce quick end for those abductors

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    my glorious fur matted and dull from being confined in this small space (prescripted by bureaucratic souls in bespoke costumes paid for in blood sucked from slaves) with ragged claws i tear at invisible bars that separate me from my natural terrain

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  11. prije 15 sati

    and all the others who could not be cogged into the great machine built by the worldwide worshipers of mammon

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    wandering at will on the periphery of homogenization able to live by our talents and our wits then quietly the roundup began the truthtellers first followed by the crazy the poor the sick the old

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  13. prije 15 sati

    killing the tigers there are not many like me left in the world fierce loners wishing only to be free to live the life we are meant for not long ago we roamed unmolested scorned by some ignored by most but free - free!

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    So rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay as the Wassail Bowl is passed within the halls of power, and the rest of us whisper "Libera nos a malo" to a god refusing to be born into this world. © 2014 RC deWinter Published in Literary Yard, October 2018

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  15. prije 15 sati

    There is no peace on earth. The Prince of Peace has been deposed, and in his place, dark Santas with no need of reindeer-powered sleighs sit huddled deep within warm bunkers playing video games, delivering unwrapped holiday surprises to those who do not celebrate the season.

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  16. prije 15 sati

    "Hark the Herald" echoes round the world, sung not by angels but by diplomats delivering ultima ratio in unctuous pouches trimmed with razorblades and bones, while the only things jingling are the coins with which goodwill is bought and sold.

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  17. prije 15 sati

    Where is Wenceslas with his welcome gifts? He sits in prison with his page, charged with fostering dependency, while peasants in their dwellings despair of all relief.

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  18. prije 15 sati

    Doors are locked and windows shuttered, and in the churches only paupers sit, praying for nothing but some hours of warmth, some interruption in the steadfast bitter weather.

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  19. prije 15 sati

    It is a cold hard season: carolsingers frozen in the snow, leaving only the howling of the wind serenading those in need of comfort.

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  20. prije 15 sati

    The Spirit of Goodwill does not traverse the land. Instead the Spectre of Poverty walks abroad, gaunt and grey; eyesockets blind, ears deaf to the cries of the needy.

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  21. prije 15 sati

    Dispatch from the Front Christmas is coming, but I see no geese getting fat and no stockings hung by the chimney, with or without care.

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