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Poetry Corner

 

With eyebrows raised and brows furrowed
 
They stared each other down
 
first, silence reigned supreme
 
and neither would come around
 
Then words with the sting of bullets ripped
 
neither counted cost
 
of all the love that was before
 
and all the love new lost.
 
Blood mixed with tears
 
Coursed down as one
 
As bonds long in the making broke
 
It was only when he stopped breathing
 
she for the first time spoke
 
“it was ever mine his life to take
 
For that a price I’ll pay
 
I could not go, he would not leave
 
This was the only way”
Meridian Kohler
February, 2011

 

Tracey married Peter
And it became a conflict
Her mother never liked his pants width
 
Tracey had two children
And it became a conflict
The second child never looked like a Tanswick
 
Tracey divorced Peter
And it became a conflict
His pocket couldn’t manage the Alimony fixed
 
When Tracey died it became a conflict
Because Peter was tormented by
Her last trick
Denise Samuels
February, 2011

 

Conflict, a great cause of anger frustration
Pain and sadness that will create tension in the
home, work place or just about anywhere.
It is a struggle between good and evil, several
Class, colour, race, creed, gender sexuality and envy.
 
Resolve it don’t leave it alone
Talk it out don’t fight it out
Get professional help today.
Judith Smith
February, 2011

 

It causes strife
It is not necessary right
It can be avoided
If we talk & not fight
Simone M. Walker
February, 2011

 

Conflict, Peace, facilitation, Mediation.
All vital components to the survival of NATLON!
Caucus, disputants, attorneys, confidentially,
All crucial to the third party REALITY.
Lest just exchange blows, why not,
On second thought is JAK we Might ROT
Who cares if I stole your inheritance,
We were born and shall die without a PITTANCE!
Vivienne, Paul, quite and accommodating,
Let’s make an appointment, go ahead, they’re waiting
Oliver McLaren
February, 2011

 

Spaces between, charred remains remnants of bridges
with memories contains
foundation subsists urging us to rebuild
step by step, we’ll keep going until
Yana Samuels
February, 2011

Conflict, Conflict, Mis-understanding

Mis-Managmenet. I saw your pain, I saw your tears.

Conflict spiraling out of control. Who is on my side.

 

I am not the problem don’t blame me.

It’s ok, just do it, its fine with me, lets settle it.

Clifton Morris
September, 2010

 

Has our friendship come to an end?

Isn’t there some way we can mend?

Are you listening?

Is there something missing?

 

You’re fighting with all your might

Because you feel you’re always right

I’m fighting hard too,

As I must overcome you.

 

Let’s just stop and search,

Search for the light

Then we’ll have a great new insight

Cause you’re not wrong and

 I’m not right

I’m not right and you’re not wrong.

We just my try to n get along

‘Cause this is conflict, real conflict

And its making us both o so sickHas our friendship come to an end?

Isn’t there some way we can mend?

Are you listening?

Is there something missing?

 

You’re fighting with all your might

Because you feel you’re always right

I’m fighting hard too,

As I must overcome you.

 

Let’s just stop and search,

Search for the light

Then we’ll have a great new insight

Cause you’re not wrong and

 I’m not right

I’m not right and you’re not wrong.

We just my try to n get along

‘Cause this is conflict, real conflict

And its making us both o so sick

Doreen Bernard
September, 2010

 

Oh no, here we go again.

The books are on the table

They are not shelved.

 

John should have shelved them.

Mary should have shelved them

or was it Debbie-Ann who should have shelved them.

Why oh why is there always conflict.

A little communication over here please or is it communication, communication, communication.

The books are on the table not on the shelves

Ambrozene Johnson
September, 2010