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• Border Control
  by JenniferB

  NSFW

• I am the whale of poems
  by C.C. Arshagra

  And I am just the whale of poems And you hate poems

  Gaia – The Living Planet

• Missing You....Not
  by Jaybe

  Simple things remind me of you, each and every day. / I try so hard to forget your face but in my mind it stays. / A vision of you standing…

  We all have a distant past….fortunately this is now part of mine.

• Anorexia...
  by Adam Stone

  It is like a parasite that inhabits your mind, exorcising your human consciousness…

  I will let the text speak for itself :-)

• RESURRECTION- RELINQUISH CONTROL
  by Ushna Sardar

  world divided in the many ideologies / where I find myself! / I tried to retrospective / I tried to retaliate / *relinquish control!...

  It’s another collabration with a talented artist Neil Johnson! / I saw the art name called ESCAPE and tried to relate some thoughts! Please check out Neil Johnson’s awesome art work on RB! / Thank you Neil! :)

• Football & Slavery
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game / Just like in a real American election

  Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game / Just like in a real American election / All National And International Rights Reserved. Contact the author to request permission to use. May be copied and distributed world wide only in its entirertiy and must include the full text of this notice and copyrigh. Inclulding the following staements and web address informantion. All critiques and questions are welcome. Email cc@ccapoet.com. This poem poem in audio from, read by C.C. Arshagra is available for you to hear now. Visit www.ccapoet.com.

• Devoured
  by Rella

  I feel it / Consume and rake

  That feeling when emotion floods in unexpectedly and suffocates….......

• BETRAYED
  by Sally Omar

  When she looks in his eyes she sees it / Look of dismay and grief / When he looks in her eyes he sees it / Loss of hope and disbelief / A lie…

• Fruit of My Loins
  by Patricia Anne McCarty

  They sat in the dimly light room, one facing the other. At times, he could swear he was looking at a mirror reflection of a 20 year ol…

  In honor of a super hero.

• MOONLIGHT MISS
  by Sally Omar

  She was demure, delightful and discerning / Had control over her yearnings / She always initiated the first kiss / The beautiful MOONLIG…

• Fuck it
  by Abeona

  Fuck the darkness / Fuck the rain / Fuck the shadows / Fuck the pain / Fuck the emptiness / Fuck the tears / Fuck reality / Fuck the years / Fuck…

  Maddie. / i apologise if anyone dosent like the F word.

• EROTICA
  by Sally Omar

  She danced around wanting more / Full length gown touching the floor / No shoes on her feet / Tall but dancing petite / Colors filling every…

  Marlo, Thank you so much…Your artwork Erotica was amazing Please check out my friend Marlo’s (redbubble addict) other awesome art / and writings on the RB. /

• SO WHAT
  by Sally Omar

  SO WHAT you don’t love me / I really don’t care / I can meet anyone you see / Life’s not always fair / I’m totally in control / Leave me alo…

  Donna, I love your artwork SO WHAT..it’s awesome / Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) awesome artwork and writings / on the RB /

• BURNING IN THE HEAT
  by Sally Omar

  Burning In The Heat / From my head to my feet / A fire is dwelling / My heart is swelling / It is hard for me to see / The truth of integrity ...

  Thank you, Marlo!!! / Please check out my friend Marlo’s (redbubble addict) other awesome artwork / & writings on RB /

• FEELING THE SPIRIT
  by Sally Omar

  Feeling the Spirit / Stirring inside / Allowing it to appear / No longer hide / Hearing the drums / Of long ago / Wanting to stay / Yet wanting…

  / Inspired by Jo Hoden’s “Feeling the Spirit”...please check out Jo Hoden’s other / awesome artwork on the RB

• Story - Lost in Time
  by Damian

  I can feel their thoughts. They reach out to me like ribbons of smoke and light, slowly gaining substance. I can hold them and feel them….

• My World
  by PhotogeniquE IPA

  My world is made up of / Coloured dots / And plasma pulses. My world measures 42 inches / Diagonally / And is HD for realities sake. / ...

  Has television, the ubiquitous and friendly box in the corner, brought us to a point where, coupled with ‘reality’ shows, we are now unable to appreciate that what we see on the screen; disaster, famine, murder, war, chaos and death, is happening to real people and not just performers. / / © photogenique (dave peddie): using this poem, or any part thereof, for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. / / Do check out HopeLoveFaithx3’s great writings / / / Do check out BiGPaPa’s art and writings /

• Conspiracy Theories: What Is The Bilderberg Group?
  by paul romanowski

  The members meet at least once a year at the most expensive hotels, and their meetings are behind closed doors.

  The members meet at least once a year at the most expensive hotels, and their meetings are behind closed doors, unlike the annual G8 Summits, which are little more than photo opportunities for the political leaders of the world’s top eight industrialized nations.

• WAR- POWER OF HATE
  by Ushna Sardar

  ITS JUST A DARK AGE / IT BRINGS VEILS OF DEATH / THOUGHTS OF HATE / JUST LIKE THEIR FATES / THATS JUST A POWER OF HATE / *THAT ONLY …

• A Proverb of Control and Destruction
  by dreadfulbride

  One who steps under the canopy of love / who dose not lay down ones own will, / is as a bull in a china shop / where all things are made …

  Back in 02’, I went with my x-girlfriend to her friends house. We got to the door and stopped. My first reaction was to leave without ringing the bell, as there was one of those one sided “arguments” of degradation going on the other side. I thought it might be better to ring the bell, stilling the foul beast that welled up from that mans heart. It back fired, now the beast only intensified it’s assault, it had an audience. We left as quickly as we could. / In the moment; / while getting into the car, I spoke the words from “A Proverb of Control and Destruction” even as they entered my head, one word after the other without pause or edit, filling my heart with some of the greatest sorrow I have ever known. I have only now, writing this description put title to it.

• PAIN’S MIGHT … Oh the tender soul of it all
  by C.C. Arshagra

  You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone / And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe / But were rained on by st…

  This poem is Based on and inspired by the painting Healing Old Wounds By MARIAM MURADIAN. Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas. Dear RedBubble Artist, if I may note: Please be inspire by all that RedBubble gives you. And I Ask: If so –Say so. How hard is it to be grateful aloud. The soul of an artist is frail, maybe even too much so in some misunderstanding instances. But, at least if a writer inspires a visual artist, or the opposite of this happens, or any other cross medium translation of artistic expression, I am sure no damage will be done or interpreted as so. If only the truth be told. The honour is a shared one! For me, the mentioning of (and public acknowledgements of) your art as the source is the most important part of this process. For this involves the most sacred and tender art forms I know of –Honesty. Trust. And Respect. I will soon post a Journal entry by this name to tell the story of Amanda Joy’s brush with plagiarism. And my ever-humbling experience in this tale of online support between artist. So now that I have shoved my preverbile esthetic foot down my throat, I’d might well risk a little fantacty of mine. If I were a painter I’d let some of the lines in this poem inspire me to create, shoot, draw, or paint the soul emotions of my impacted interpretation of them. I am actually not asking you to do so! I would only want to welcome it, and from here let the drive be born naturally by you. The excerpt of the poem ‘PAIN’S Might … oh the tender soul of it all’ are my dream lines. Lo, I am a word man. And quite happy to let the beautiful your soul inspiring images of your visual medium move me to pen a poetic gift born of it. But who knows what will move me next. A journal entry inspired one. It is the mention, the true thanks that matters. Art born of art, born of art, baby, this can be fun work. The energy matters. Just think; Your great grandmother was a comment. One hundred years there is you. Mariam Muradian’s painting is perhaps the 8th one to move me so. Yet, it is the first by an artist I have created with before. As a poet, I have often said, “I am a painter of words”. When I speak to an audience about being a poet I most often say, “It is the job of a poet is to say the unsaid, that which seems impossible to say, the thoughts we all feel but for whatever the reason (Fear, security, doubt, a lack of confidence) we do not”. Poetry is in the end a medium of art. Here at RedBubble I have entered a new realm of influence. You art, images, comments, support, the mature beauty of this community is a rare find for me. Here I have risked my fears of exposure faster than I can say I have any. I am so grateful to all of you who have and will inspire me to create. Gratefully yours, / C.C. Arshagra / / _ / Listen to C.C. READ THIS POEM HERE / / READ PART (2) TWO of this poem here - / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)

• To the known ends we are (WARNING! Deep Poem)
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Excited as Doom giving a toast –“To inevitable pain! / Lest the poor wake to think …

  Inspired by RedBubble artist / paul d robertson’s writing: / ‘The truth about suicide’ Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut / Author of the book Mother Night

• DEAR HUNTING
  by JaneAParis

  Is it wise…?

  What do you do when your only real choice is to sleep with the hunter? Men, you can’t live with them, or without them, (goes for women too). However this is meant to be deeper than that, it is brief and to the point. What happens when your needs outweigh your fears…is it wise to sleep with the hunter, even when he calls you dear?

• In Control
  by vanesse

  Take a look through my eyes / maybe then you will see / you are my children and / I love you, immeasurably! I have faith in you / so, hav…

  ART COLLABORATION: / Madison Ellis