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Ken Pepiton May 2022
Took the snap,
looking back at Caiguna,
From Balladonia.

Good onya, seeya some day.

She had a funny way, of sweeping,
in time with Merle Haggard,
on the radio.

Dam'lucky, me.
I married her, and some photos, remind me, it did not happen then.
https://allpoetry.com/Ken_Pepiton Moving over from Hello Poetry, where I leave a million words. I write in living typewriter style, or magic pen, when my characters are too old to tolerate Spelchek demands. I hope to help, not hinder.
xavier thomas Mar 2022
Don’t do me, don’t play me
Don’t use me, mentally abuse me
Just admit you’re not for me
Don’t lie & say you gave me your love

Say anything & everything, just having your way over here
It’s the fake love for me that won’t keep me here
If you ghost me but play like you love me publicly,
Then are we really together?
There’s no happy ending in this fairytale called- “forever”

Never felt,
Never felt love where you stood
Never felt,
Never felt love where you stood
xavier thomas Mar 2022
Pretty face, it’s about you isn’t it?
Pretty lies staring at me in those eyes,
I see the dark clouds over your heart
You’re wrong yet you like it, huh???
Crazy to see what kind of woman you are

Say anything & everything, just having your way over here
It’s the fake love for me that won’t keep me here
If you ghost me but play like you love me publicly,
Then are we really together?
There’s no happy ending in this fairytale called- “forever”

Never felt,
Never felt love where you stood
Never felt,
Never felt love where you stood
dailythoughts Oct 2021
bye
the bad you gave me
clears away from my system
you no longer live in the depts of my being
i no longer give you the authority

the rotten you gave me
disappears so easily
you were no solid
i now see that clearly
nitelite Aug 2021
dimming violet
and orange edges upon
slanted sidewalks
for an uphill walk home,

tonight's "lastness" is violent,
it's all I that I know,
replaying the sole sound of
a front door slowly being closed.

as the light between the night
and the horizon ebbs,
what's left becomes outer space,
the milky way flowing in.

I could drink the sight,
but with a shot of spite,
or bittersweetness, or some other
Way to rephrase our immense distance.

mourning is not quite the word,
as the odds between
me and the earth
felt like they were evening.

This world had given
But it's unclear if it takes
For I didn't lose the present,
I just put memories away.

Last night
Simply means the night before now
Even if it's our last night
We'll last through it somehow
Saying goodbye to a couple friends made me feel a way I never quite have before, and so I wrote in a way I never quite have before.
MSunspoken May 2021
Choo Choo!
The train of thought
Incoming!
No no!
It missed its stop!
The train is gone….
Who are you?
MSunspoken May 2021
Fly little birdie, fly!
Tell that ***** to get lost
He'll regret the day he saw your face
Or face the hand from which you came
MSunspoken May 2021
One amp
Two amps
Three amps
Useless
Nine amps
Ten amps
Eleven amps
Come on!
Thirty amps
Forty amps
Fifty amps
More!
One hundred Amps
Two hundred amps
Three hundred amps
He’s gone
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