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Robin Carretti
The sun too strong
We all get burned
Feeling the tightness
In the red sunburn or
Oh! Where I thou
Is the "Greenlight Diner"
It's telling us to Go
Diners never adjourned
    *       *      
The Earth beauty faces get
a direct sunlight how he
  hit her blossom honey
Her face could eat the
Divine flower but got cut

Every love hour he poured
Her potent drink hungry eyes
  Needed to think
The Sun  "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" he races your feet
The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in
What a drive in
The slim shape vase with her dim
cigarette 1940 case the hostess
loves sunflowers every booth
A smile in place

The stain-glass window sun-face
Waves her smile walk
The earth talk kids rainbow chalk
I love you treetops like a beanstalk

The sun-face smile he's the
Neopleon lights up
Her table like dynamite every week
New Jersey Diner capital
of the world Peking duck creek
European beauty hunter's menu
* he seeks

1-Antipasti Penne
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face eatery like no other place
The Newsday another day
4-Chicken pepper the corn stir
fry Sun-face starts to cry
5-Hearts of Artichokes
Her choker necklace got broke
6-Soy ****** salmon
I met my sun worshipper man

Fish tacos hummus
St Thomas too many cooks
Rome was not build
In one day

We need the miracle blessing
How it came every day
Let's pay the piper
The windpipes and
the tablecloths
of stripes and zebras

A lovely dish of red snapper
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels have your back
Sun-face diner no time for a snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face airforce dresses
Medieval times two swords dismiss
Lunch cars drive-ins Sanfrancisco
Rice a Roni
"Cooling off with Icecream Spumoni"

Dinner in the sky
her sun-face words of wisdom
was touched built drive in
Italian artwork Coliseum
Like a spiritual Robin bird fly
Look up in the sky its a
bird the diner shaped
like a plane
"The Sun face" of all
hot dames
Waffle House rock and roll
Whole village hot oven flames
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs
At the caboose Ladybird

Westchester King and
the Queen
Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose

I Hop Jenny maple pancakes
Bananas and strawberry fields
Met the Forest Gump sunshine yield
Dinner of Baba shrimp love to hold
Bonappetit petit four
Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs she's not over easy
Pristine of carrots with
artful daisies

Thanksgiving turkey
with giblets
Diners goldmine of
Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Heres the Viking Diner

Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight change of food
star rainbow bright

  Old and victorian new lovers
wine and grapes chauffeur drivers

And listen with there hearts
Sun Faces light up a
Trillion times
Diners delight all mine
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
Thomas Wan
Across the skies
The Angel fell
i swear
the Universe
inside of us grew
as we danced along to
all the pain we once knew
Dennis Willis
I am always leaving now
skittering in place
I am convinced
by my effort

that I am not
now anymore

a kid
closing his eyes
to not be seen

peeking out
**** now

skittering bolstered chemically
closed eyes
opened unseeing

now without me

i am only lessened
cursed now
remains unleft

Copyright @2018 Dennis Willis
Phoebe johnson
Nostalgia is a ***** liar that insists things were better than they seemed.
Katja Pullinen
I guess we lose connection.
In cruel world of disconnection.
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
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.
i observed another life
and in it
time moved quickly
and smaller
the light speaks
very long and sure
to everyone who believes
in fairytales
Wish we were the stars we always knew,
Wish we had the spars we kept due,
Wish we didn't end up like we have now,
Shouldn't have crossed the line,
Broken the unsaid vow.
My Alter Ego.....

You had secrets you told lies,
You jumped to conclusions; That wasn't wise,
You still proclaimed you loved me didn't you?
Now you're empty, you're all alone,
Still haven't apologized but shouldn't you?
My Companion.....

Were you involved, this wouldn't have happened,
Were you caring, our relationship wouldn't have dampened,
Were you sensitive, you could've felt my pain,
Nevermind nothing's gonna change now,
For I'm now left with this permanent blain.
The Patriarch.....

All is said and done,
All I want back is that downright fun,
All the endless moments would never part,
Your loss can never be restored,
It's still the missing piece of my heart.
My Hound.....

Here I'm done, I have nothing more to say,
Here I'm quiet, right on my way,
Here goes the last breath I'll ever breathe,
Wish we could've made amends before I leave,
Well at least from my side I sheathe.
Well if you're wondering that the name "Wish You Were All Here" doesn't really justify the poem, take a look at the composition of each stanza carefully....
Every stanza tells about a different aspect, rather entity but collectively the poem passes on a single message yet many possible significances.....
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
Julie Smith
Stories beginning, stories ending
That's the course of life
Hearts are breaking, hearts are mending
And in the end you will survive.
Inspired by my travels, since the end of 2017 I have met so many great people.
This poem is especially true today. Things end as they began but the important thing is what they do with you and vice versa. It's all about growing.

Poem #222
David Wakeling
There she stood with a gun at my head,
Taking the cash out of my wallet.
I wondered if she was someone’s girlfriend,
Or even someone’s Mother.
I now see Money Girls everywhere,
Pretending  to love you for money,
Pretending  to care for you for cash.
And if that doesn’t work they will
put a gun in your ribs.
Oh you have to love the Money Girls,
After all they were taught by the Money Boys.

The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

Written: April 20, 2019

All rights reserved.
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
I stayed in an abusive relationship longer than I should have.
I endured ill treatment at the expense of my self respect and well being.
I tried to soldier on, until I couldn't anymore.
Until I had no reserves to run on.
Until I had nothing left to give
and everything to lose.

And, even after I have left
I develop symptoms,
the delayed reaction
recovery process.
The fall out.
Tumbles down on me,
and wipes me out.
Knocks me flat.

I end up in A&E.
The doctor comes in to talk to me
and when confronted with a single question,
I cannot lie convincingly.
My face cannot protect wrong doings anymore.
I have to admit I am in recovery.
And I never really rationalised the pain
the confusion was unresolved.
I used softer words like 'unfriendly' in place of the truthful; Bully.

It was never my fault.
I hate him
              I hate him!
            I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
I want to kick him in the head

Kick him


Make     love

Break his     phone
Break his heart
   Kiss him

Hug him
Hold     him
Love         him

My chest burns
My  eyes   sting


   Pull hair



Turn over        .       .       .         forget
it         LINGERS

it pokes
It prods
I twist and turn

What do I do?      I search
Of course.
            Hes niche.
this is                 WRONG
It's not                      FAIR
What do I do with this?
                                           What do I do?
          I love him!
           I HATE him
     Am I a fool?
Should I go now? Cut ties and



let live
           CrumpleKILL END DIE
I dont WANT THIS                  do i

I need him


Hello! This is my first poem. Hopefully I will be writing more soon. Thank you for any and all feedback you can provide :3
Someday i'm going to wake up
And when that day comes
Well i'm going to wake up with a smile


That someday

isn't here yet
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
It is all a dream.
All of this.
Passing wind.
Old history.
Old pages in an old book.
Collecting dust.
Left behind by the future world.
Written 21 April 2019
‘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
I can't do it all
Did you ask me to do it
I can't do it all

Brian Hill - 2019#96
Inspired by people who appear to be able to do it all..
Some people can literally do it all..
Honor the talent
Have them as friends...
Mijibi ba bajuki zhiragia
Bania mejebes seevee seevee
Experion kekookay
Ghul dhul bar gariff gongu shwei

Tomplexthis zonwexdis
Shira bira waxa lovudoo
Umiubiooniooh... Blarb
Lafta momba
Keezle lafa zhu zhu vamitos

Raivolooshi eirnt qirishimo
Michi lichi kama hooshi
Tamala-i-ooshi jhmoochi jhmoochi.

Tiffle tuffle teefle shpluffle
Puffity wuffle bee ba bogra nuffle
Ghi ghi gabala niro naz neg
Opiopiopo piopopolo

Zenga lehg lehg....

April 19 2019
Whats the word for family?

Zhiragia  :€  

Amadeuus he has risen?

words are gibberish
Until you apply meaning to them
Most of these are names.
Of my brain bebes...

Zonwexdis means
"Thats me"

Mijibi means
"Come with me"

Ba "and"
Bajuki "meet my"
Seevee "tickly"
Gongu "likes his"
Gonga "likes her"
Shwei "incense"
Zhu "super"
Vamitos "kickass"
Psychotic "shira"
Dorky "bira"
Weird "waxa"
Lovey dude "lovudoo"
Zenga lehg lehg
"Good bye bye"
Zongu "bad"
Meo "hello"
Jhmoochi "Kiss them"


its kinda cool to try it out with every Google Translator language
its interesting to hear how the a.i pronounces the words
Vs, how i do
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.
let’s stop for a while
and find shapes in the clouds
feel the breeze on our skin
and take in the sounds

let’s take a moment
in the cool april air
forget about our problems
and last night’s affairs

can i just have this
return to nature’s call
because darling, i’m lost
and need somewhere to fall
beneath the stars,
we dance
to the rhythm
of our hearts,
to the melody
of the summer wind.

when we stop,
you are dripping in moonlight,
cerulean blue
competing with starlight,
arms around my waist
a home,
soft edges and curls
outlined by darkness,
in the form of you.
inspired by the song dancing in the moonlight by toploader and the boy who sings it with me:)
Smell the tradition in the air
Be it fire, or a roast dinner
The town crier calls and,
he doth declare
‘If you ain’t frownin’ you’re a sinner’
I tried to forget your face
While he was touching me
But your always waiting at the bottom of the bottle.
And in the folds of my pillowcase
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
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.



Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
Christ is all in all
In heaven and on earth
He is the seen and the unseen
Christ gives all its worth
All is created through him
He holds all we find
He is before all things
In him all things bind
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!

Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect

I live life
For the inexplicable
Life is love and love
     Always gives
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:
find someone who looks at you the way they look at the stars
میں شاعر ھوں مگر شاعری کرتا نہیں ھوں
دیکھتا ھوں ضرور مگر مرتا نہیں ھوں
سہم کر میں خدا کے حضور ھوں جھکتا
اسی لیئے میں سارا کرتا دھرتا نہیں ھوں
انہوں نے مجھے مرتے ہی کیوں چاہا
اس طرح تو صاحب میں مرتا نہیں ھوں
قلم بھی روحِ اعظم ھے کب ٹھہری
اس لیئے میں کوئی قلم گھڑتا نہیں ھوں
مظلوم نے بھی مظلومیت ھے طاری کر لی
کِس طرح جی لو گے کیوں کرتا نہیں ھوں
Rama Krsna
my pink rose
during your  
heavily textured silence
i’ve quietly merged
the dance of the cosmos
my reflection
nowhere to be seen

yet if you look
with that third eye
you will see
in every nook and corner of this cosmos
in every smile,
every frown
and every tear
from here to eternity

© 2019
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
You make all my fears go away
It’s no longer a rainy day
A weight is lifted from my shoulders
I feel lighter
I feel brighter
I don’t think there is anything I can’t do right now
Food sounds really good too
Maybe a cheeseburger
Or some chips
Or pizza
Or maybe all three
You make me want to climb a tree

I love you ****
You make my day bright
In the coldness of depression
You always win the fight
I wish you wouldn’t go away
I wish you were here to stay
Especially when I’m feeling gray
You take all my money
You’re so funny

I love you ****
When I’m feeling blue
I just look at you
I roll you
I smoke you

I love you ****
You help me with all my needs
When no one understands me
You make me so carefree
I love when other people smoke ****
It’s a quality you can’t exceed

I love you ****
Thanks for understanding me
And for helping me climb that tree
It won’t be long now
Until I have to go
And smoke another bowl
Of course I was high when I wrote this.
Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind
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