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I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
maybe I could drive away, drive my way
towards you
get past Tennessee
and through
watch the flowers die and bloom
maybe if I lose my mind—
come closer to the truth
maybe if I look for you
in mountains you’ll be carved into
them just the way
I always do—
you’re in my mind
you’re in my room
I see you in the phantom blue, I
fall I drown I look for you
I close my eyes, don’t wanna lose

I close my eyes;
the flowers bloom
Chris Saitta
The finger upon whose weight
Depends the pluck of the string,
Does pull back the folds of a drape
Of sunwashed loneliness in afternoon.
Windows drift through you, without home,
Without glass, or any warmth from looking through.
Life in its squared sequence does amass, ecumenical,
Until death its finger does pass in its final pluck
As the touch of the thundering universe.

Can I bring him back by helping souls like his?

Can I help from the present?

Can he help from the past?

Who holds the key? He or I?
For Pluto
Ike E Davis
Do we leave the loose corners out, to weaken the tie?
May we pull the corners into unity to strengthen the bind.
Karly Codr
for something to go wrong
like it always does
Stephen E Yocum
If we dwell on this mountain of
on going, scary daily breaking
news we will be pushed over an
emotional cliff, plunging into the  
abyss of a dire collective chasm of
depression, perhaps as damaging
as the plague itself.

Becoming a world population
infected with PTSD, all wounded
casualties in the war of COVID-19.
A mountain of endless news, lies and
inaction by our National leaders is
beyond the pall of human emotional
endurance, at this point better to take
small sips rather than chugging the bottle.
Back off, tune out and consider voting
out the swamp reptiles in Washington
who put us on the edge of this cliff.
i long for a day
when there is no
black or white
yellow or brown
red or orange
green or gold

i long for a day
when we can all just be

kiran goswami
If you ask me what is more difficult,
'to love' or 'to hate'...

I might answer,
but you will hate me,
If I do.
Honor thy self

And Fate shall evaporate like the morning dew

Do what thou wilt

And watch a useless world devoured by dreams

breathe deep and laugh

King of this universe

madly creating reality

Athena in the flesh

Eris and Eros hiding in her eyes  

The universe in her hips

thighs wrapped in budding vines

An interplay of allurements

her smile takes divine form

And melts like Dali's clocks

filled with desire

And chaos

laid out in rapture

A barrage of machine gun fire

Trench warfare of the soul

Split the atom

Ritualistic ******

arcane eroticism

an occult offering

Under full moon

innocent of heart and of mind
Very rough draft right now, still working on it, any feed back in comments, it seems to be turning into prose rather than poetry.
He, who has been filled with guilt
Rising above this empty void he built
Reaching out to the skies above
With all the people filled with love
When all of the words were left unsaid
It was the moment that they dread
Spewing words that turned into a thread
With all of the tears they shed
With all of the words left to read
Most of the flock fled :)))
Been a while 4-15-20

i've already written these things
and they still don't matter
i've alerady ripped off these wings
and fallen into a shatter

the dreary drops of do or do not do
are merely evaporated dew
and wherever is my there
i'm finding it hard to care

I require a kiss
a long sensual merging
deep in my soul I need this
lest empityness keeps emerging

music batters me with memories
emotions brittle me with memories
she's still right here
they're all still right here

clouds cruise across the moon
loud in their silence
used to make me swoon
now it's just violence
ice pick to the eye violence

my cat matters
love her purrs
everything else is just whatever

another drink
some same old think
it's just whatever
one more step towards forever

I was wishing upon a star
for a star upon thars
but I forgot what I meant
and thus goes clint
Katelyn Billat
4 am
And the fog blankets the lake.
Critters wake
Crickets chirp
And fawns are alert.
On the surface,
A turtle's head
Emerges from the stillness.
The smooth reflection of
Moonlight is disrupted
As four wild youths
Run to the water.
This is where we belong.
Dr Peter Lim
What is that life
that's not somehow fixated?
Freud was an addicted collector
somewhat obsessive and deluded
Simon Soane
I remember us sat looking at Manga cartoons like it was yesterday. But now?
She's gone away.
And I'm just a ghost
in a shell.

When I watch Akira I still hear her.


the fading sound,

our era.
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
Leah Barton
Breathe now
Take a breath
Don't take for granted
What is left
Some cannot
Some will die
Some would rather
Than stay alive
In this moment
In these times
Pray together
Fight these lies
All alone
In a hospital bed
Some fight to live
Some end up dead
Breathe now
Fill your lungs
Open hearts
Share tongues
Can't turn back
The end is near
Take a breath
Now its here
Covid has done a number on the world. Stay safe everyone.
Sally A Bayan

On this gift of space,
we maintain a garden
where grows many kinds of seeds,
some flourish...some die...some
are stunted...they just don't grow,

we do what we do best
in this garden
we try to be better,
even when on a standstill,
or when snugs pop up
and distract
we stray from focus...but,
try to get back on track
and along the way, we inspire,
and enhance others, too,

we're on the clouds when fruits
of our labor are appreciated
for, high up there is a temple
most of us aim to reach experience some glory taste sweet water
from the fountain of fame,

but, its flow...dries bit by bit,
winds of change blow, to remind,
there are others, too, in the line,
waiting for their share of drink,
we move over...we give way...
but, we don't stop planting
we just lie low, at times, disappear,
then start down there........again,
like a newcomer........persevering,
aiming for the temple.......again,
not as eager as the first time,
....but, just savouring
the blissful feeling,
........when it comes...

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 11, 2020
(Already seven years last March,
  and still moving about, in this
  garden called Hello Poetry...where
  various kinds of poetry are posted,
  and the best poets, who're friends, too,  
have come and gone...come back, then
go again...there are those that are still here i love and miss them all...)
Its brightness compels me to peak through the truth
To observe the grey
To Listen to stories told by painted lines
And to find my way
through channels dug by grief
At first I wanted to please you,
I gave in just to appease you.
But your requests were at my expense
And your complaints began to stretch.
It wasn’t just the things I did “wrong”
But who I am, and what I said
Then you changed what I had meant,
And put crazy worries in my head...
No gods, no fate,
not even yielding to chance
To live this one life
in full acceptance:

This will only happen once!

A stubborn strength
born of a conviction
That there is no soul
in need of absolution

That life is not made meaningful
by abstract metaphysical contortions
in favor of a jealous,
angry, cruel
Purportedly in love with creation

Such is the choice of the humanist
in staunch opposition
to the zealot, the spiritualist
To stand on one's own feet
Acknowledging the grand mystery
Not willing to submit.
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile

gathering all the light in a room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
Erin Riley
yourself up
layer of love
your heart
has in store.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Your laughter trickles
down the glacier
of the cold hills
of time.
Into the
earthy elixir of
life, merging the
bespoke elements of life
I love observing nature
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
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.
I'm falling again
But no one's there
To catch me
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
Yvonne Canio
I look up the skies,
And I saw the clouds.
I look at your eyes,
It's not me you want around.

I felt the urge to apologize,
Cause its only now that I realized.
I'm sorry for the times you wasted on me,
Instead with the girl you like to be with.

As I walk away from you,
Please take it as goodbye...
I'm letting my love go,
to chase the girl he likes.
David Lessard
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)
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
It is my dear calling
To bury his pain
For Pluto
final breath in silence,
a rushed collision of fate
for eternity
give and take
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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