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Caitlyn Fletcher
He whispers in my ear again
A beautiful fallen angel
Asking to take my hand
To dance in the dead, black night
To make a deal to have my soul
To set fire to everything
And burn together forever
Jessica LeVario
i am regressing,
thoughts caressing
stomach full of lead.
i am obsessing,
all this stressing
is filling me with dread.

it’s depressing,
i‘ll stop addressing
the monsters in my head.
i am professing,
this is distressing
so i’ll just go to bed.
i'll paint the sky
your favourite

as the brush
resemble my

i'll use my
best paint,
deserve it,
you do.

so when you
look up, you
grin from
ear to ear.
If her petals fall
I breathe
Then become her floor
Knit Personality
Candy is dandy,
   but dandier
is Easter candy,
   & candier.

Candy is dandy
   but dandiest,
is Christmas candy,
   & candiest.
A calm tide rushes in upon
Writings in the glittering sand
Dew, sparkling, shatters morning light
Dawn blushes, hues waning under pacific clouds

Then, I see a window.
Lucid blue
A sliver, a slice out of dawn's constant blush
And a little white bird lends  me its feathers
So I lift my eyes...

Then I rise.
The hope for renewal
as the sun rises
and a new day begins
What weighs the Paradox
down our slender stream of time;
Feather upon my Soul
heavier than reality

Endless universe of sea dreams..
I was there..
In the pure..

I saw the crystal towers rise from the waters..
The life was in perfect balance here..
The towers captured the sunlight..
And created endless energy for the life below..
A broken human

Bent too far
And snapped

Fear not the dark;
for without it
neither light nor life
bears purpose
Screaming at the top of my lungs.

Gasping for air.

“Please stop!”

You caught me, I’m ticklish
Did I surprise you?
Stained Glass
The reason why I keep my feelings to myself,
is because I can't explain them.
Robin Carretti
Here comes the sun little darling's
We all get burned
In the red sunburn
 Is it your turn
Oh! Where I thou
"Green light Diner"
It's telling us to Go
    *       *       *
The Earth beauty faces
I will be your direct sunlight
How it  hit her blossom tree
All I ask come for me

Her face could eat the
Divine flower laced French brie
Tie a yellow ribbon on me
We have so much to see
Let it be sun-face Moms
apple pies
The Sun  "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" on the Ice Queen
The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in between
The cigarette 1940 case hostess "Rose"
I suppose the sunflowers every booth
her smile sets in place

The stain-glass window Notre Dame
Rock and roll hall of fame
The earth kids rainbow chalk
Sun-fun treetops like a beanstalk
Napoleon Elementary Watson
New Jersey Diner capital admission
The Peking duck *** luck
European beauty hunter's menu
Any luck this will be awhile sip "Starbucks"

1-Antipasti cute Shiba Uni
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face to the soul fruit loop
4-Chicken pepper Salsa
Sun-face lights up Visa
5-Hearts of Artichokes Mona Lisa
6-Soy ****** salmon
My sun worshiper man

Fish tacos hummus
St Thomas
Rome was not build
In one day
The windpipes and
the tablecloths Oh! yikes
Full of dream pipes

Sun tan stripes and zebras
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels back
Sun-face diner no time
for the sun-chip snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face air force dresses

Medieval times two swords
Holy lords Easter parades
" Ice-cream Spumoni"
Dinner in the sky
Robin red breast fly
Italian artwork Coliseum
Look up in the sky
It's a bird the diner shaped

Paper plane bad romance
going insane
Waffle House  jukebox rock and roll
Hall of fame whats in a food name
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs fruits and figs
At the caboose Ladybird jet lag

Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose
Purple rain Prince maple pancakes
Bananas and strawberry fields
lake sun in shape of a snowflake
Forest Gump changes to
Presidential Trump

Vitamin C  honey bunches of Oats
Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs light she's not finished
over easy
Pristine of carrots with
artful daisies

Thanksgiving turkey
with giblets
Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight like a scale to weight

Whispers of wine and grapes
Sun face courtesan love escape
Sun Faces trillion times mansion
Sun-faces never go out of fashion
Sun faces and dinner places the best in the world eat heartily Drive in and Diners all over the world have a medieval touch with the Vikings and melodies from the heart  of the surface  her smile will always be there everywhere she goes the Diners place her with Rose
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
Feelin' Lucky
I'm not scared of death,
I'm afraid of what happens after.
A poem every day.
Light the candle of love,
And love the light you have lit

Give attention to the fire
Let it shine, don’t let it tire

Don’t give way to the wax
Its pride lasts longer than the candlelights'

Don’t give way to death
For then, will be the beginning of revenge

Light the candle of love
Love the light while it shines
Love is never-ending they say, but if you let the candle die....
They say
love has no limits,
has no numbers,
has no colour.
It's sweet and loving,
it makes you happy.
Every person has a soul mate.
It's the right one
when you feel it
to the moon and back.
And yet,
they can't stand
two boys kissing
two girls holding hands.
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In heart will heal
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
laughter sweet
and laughter mild
sirens sing their subtle

vampires croon and
breath so gently,
werewolves hold you
tight and fiercely

each and every mocking love
calculated to disprove
all the sweet and calming balm
of sunlight and the kiss
of human, mortal, failing love

don't let the wasting dreams
and fantasies
destroy the simple sweetness
of a moment's touch
or wipe away the world
of agony wrapped up
in every tear
a man can shed for you
or you for him
Diána Bósa
whispering city
blaring-chattering fountains
weeping train-tunnels
in prayer, I am taking
the one - thy name: my silence
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
Nat Lipstadt
so many reasons,
so many stones
yet unturned,
for each poem
a season,
for every season,
a given reason

eyes, dimmer,
hearing, harder,
memories, ha,
disappear as fast as
footsteps upon
my island beach

this then
my log,
of places momentarily visited,
capturing the of,
of me,
the exactitude of
where, when and what
I felt

what felled me,
the long and lat,
of the attitudes
of breeze and currents,
the happenstance that carries
a desperate soul
eager and afraid
to remember

"how fragile we are"

so memorized records here,
for his storage and his places,
both filled and unfulfilled,

poems, nothing more,
flawed each,
product of a flawed man,

here, for all to see,
most of all,
for the man,
to see himself
when the eyes of his mind
at last be shuttered
4/11/16 8:04am nyc
Keep the new flame burning
You have really done us proud
We were there to hear you singing
Your vocals were clear and loud.
We knew that you would get there
And still you can go far
Keep your dreams glowing
And you could become a star.
Keep your feet on solid ground
Don't look left or right
Rome the ancient City
Wasn't built there overnight.
We were there in the beginning
And will stay untill the end
Just travel along your music world
Who knows what's around the bend.
You may not be in the mainstream
Just go and follow your heart
Keep that new flame going
Along with your musical art.
Now we will stand behind you
And will pull your every string
Your songs will keep on flowing
We just love to hear you sing.
Many artist never make it into the mainstream of the music world
But that doesn't mean that they are not highly talented.
Many just don't get that break.this poem is for them and there fans.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
David P Carroll
Close your eyes
And feel my love
Touching your heart
Softly feel our lips
Touching and kissing
You reach out
And take my hands
As I Whisper softly
Into your ear my love
My voice soft and gentle
You smile and laugh

As I Softly Whisper again.

I love you.....
Down                                                                 I trusted you, but -
          D                                                               You promised me, but -
                   W                    I fall from the sky, and -
                        N                You let me fall, and -
                                 DON'T                                 I didn't jump, and -
                                      L                              You pushed me over, but-
                                       T                     I'm disappointed, but -
                                         ME              You're disappointing, and -
You let me down
Well. Read it, however. I don't know. I don't care. It just is.
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!

the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs

summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)

but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early

got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
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.

Now read from bottom to top.
teach me what desire’s about,
make me your celestial creature,
consume me until death do us apart.
Austin Ryskamp
Take in the moments that make you smile remember them for awhile,
because the moments that make you cry are right around the bend,
they’re enevitable in the end
I pray Easter is memorable and can be a mark of happiness for months to come.
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
i swear
the Universe
inside of us grew
as we danced along to
all the pain we once knew
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
I have no idea
why my words have stopped
and my time is still
It feels like yesterday
when writing only helped
To say what i feel
But i speak today
the words that wouldn't come out yesterday
I love this feeling
But my words stops
when my heart smiles
Because I can speak when I smile
And I can spill when I cry
My heart smiles today
So I try to put it down
As I neglect the bad
And move on to the better
My try on writing a happy poem!? It ***** I know
this lazy

will carry
me to
the charcoal

where there
is only
one face
I want
to see.

waiting on
for the
to know...

that you
to me.

for granted.

all is
a daily
in your

and three
to raise
in God's

and only
you will

till death
do us

with my
to heaven

I go

and wait.

till God


to me.
Nat Lipstadt

“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.”  Henri Bergson

well in that case,
I’m either the most immature teen here,
or Rip Van Winkle

the recreation process is six, nearly seven,
decades long (you thot days, ha, no way),
can’t recall the last name
I called myself

the delving, the researching, the forgetting,
the fifty first dates of no short term memory,
the checkdown, throwback  Thursday of
did I write that?

no recollect, the pretense of
prehensile strength to touch
you and me simultaneously
might, could be true,
if you claim I authored it,
ok with me and all that

life taught me this,
the one who oft  hangs around
very young kids
soon recognizes

maturity indeed endless
but not senseless
just a poem-of-the-day process


every sense says the minute difference
between this morning and this approaching midnight,
an opportunity to grow up, stand straighter, uprighter,
write down my failures one more time,
cause that is the sterling hallmark impressed upon
thyself, ourselves,
that is genuine maturity,
the courageous wisdom to start all over again

the clock has transgressed,
moving past
the 12:00am digits,
which for cause
makes me giddy,
it’s permission to write a new one,
of course,
maturely thinking I still got one within,
a newbie, an aged day-old brand new baby,
a poem,
of course

god bless, I’m all grown n’ growled up,
with wisdom to know I don’t got nada,
but own the immature youthful courage of maturity,
to keep on trying, endlessly,
being your obedient-servant

p.s. this is kind of love poem of thanksgivings,
a love poem with no misgivings,
a thank you for the fragments of sharing -
hold so dear,
the best reason to mature,
the best reason to change,
the best reason to write
right now, here comes the mojo
my newest oldest friend,
reminding for the last and first time

that I’m all growed,
using the bigliest words I’ve known
to say baby, hey baby,
good night good morning
write us a poem,
a thank you note,
from one who blessedly forgets his name,
day in and year out

For that guy,
you, that ancient kid,
That poet-in-retrograde

so rewrite the title, a refresh,
are you immature enough to write?


~for the crew~
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