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 Jan 29 Rone Selim
Chaos
i tried to find
a song
a poem
a piece of art
something, anything
that felt like
or sounded like
you

i looked
and searched
asked
and wondered
yet no matter what
i tried
there was nothing
that came close

for you
my platonic soulmate
are one of a kind
a light in the dark
warm, soft
kind, loving
selfless
a best friend

i couldn't find anything
because
nothing
nothing is like you
Today I’ll ponder,
on these scars.
Tonight I’ll wish,
upon a star.

Tomorrow may bring,
another wound,
but wounds can heal,
if treated soon.

Yesterday,
I thought of death,
and felt the wind,
sigh with his breath.

Not today,
he whispered clear,
perhaps tomorrow,
but do not fear.

In the end,
he comes to all.
The weak, the strong,
the big and small.

He’s timeless and constant,
Death’s always “been”,
and he has no pity,
foe or friend.

He’ll lead me on,
to the unknown,
giving me the thing,
he can never own.

So I will not fear him,
and I shall not fret.
For tomorrow,
has not happened yet.
Death comes to us all.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Oct 2023 Rone Selim
Grace
Les Arts
 Oct 2023 Rone Selim
Grace
When you are a musician
you have every songbird and melody.
When you are a philosopher
you have every question like clockwork.
When you are an artist
you hold every delicate stride and stroke in your soul.
When you are a poet
you have every avidity with words.

When you are a person,
what do you have?
 Oct 2023 Rone Selim
Rupert Pip
The deepest
and most devoted
love of all is found in
hindsight.
 Oct 2023 Rone Selim
Rupert Pip
In truth,
I'd love to believe
that he's gone to
a better place,

but
I'm not sure I
believe there's a
better place than here

with us.
A friend of mine came to me for a chat as he lost someone dear to him. I'd have loved to believe that his friend had gone somewhere special, but they were so close that I think that the best place he could of gone was round for a cup of coffee or three.
 Aug 2021 Rone Selim
Rupert Pip
gore
 Aug 2021 Rone Selim
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Mar 2020 Rone Selim
Rupert Pip
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 Mar 2020 Rone Selim
Rupert Pip
.
You arrived as the key that freed me
you left as the cage that kept me.
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