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Chris Saitta
Keep your trees, keep them for your heaven of ashen dusk
And night like the pale-faced deathmask of emperors,
No reason that the commoner to oblivion is hushed,
These old-wise woods and leaves, peopled without us.

Keep Macedonian dust lightly conquered over the breeze,
So that it shoots its tail like the centuries-sole comet,
The scorched earth left by Alexander’s mapmaker eyes,
Swung wide like his Sarissophoroi over Persian might.

Remember the lesser grove of his teacher Aristotle’s tribe,
They have only slipped their sandals off, to bare themselves
Of sound and the concourse of the foot’s impulse,
Caught the lithesome wind, to flow outside our hearing,
And muse as empire of air and loss and forgotten walks.

Keep your trees and the darkening sky through them
That remind me of the passing into the past.
Never is the poem from tongue of ***** or plow.
Sarissophoroi were Macedonian light cavalry under Alexander, so named for the pikes they carried (sarissa).

Aristotle taught Alexander until his mid-teens.
Carlo C Gomez
Can't be sodium-free, baby
Not when life is in hyperdrive
And microwave is king
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
Mara W Kayh
(for loved ones lost over Tehran)

The sound of shovel against snow
in a distant Canadian town

Same here as there.

Knee deep in the harsh clarity of
stark white,
thoughts turn to lost life
over Tehran.

Same here as there.

Above us muted Moon
veiled in winter's cloak,
blind to our divisions,
wears a mournful glow

Same here as there.

Screaming in my ear the sound of a mother’s panicked cries clutching her child
in those terrifying last moments
over Tehran

Same here as there.

The howl of a father’s anguish oceans away,
beloved ones lost over Tehran,
Rings helpless

Same here as there.

Another father in despair,
with shaking voice
confesses his pain is as big as the sky his son loved to fly

Same here as there.

the sound of recklessness and
twisted minds in high places targeting nations, peoples and someone's hero

Same here as there

the sound of innocent blood on ***** hands

Same here as there

the muzzling, the blame game, the smoke and mirrors

Same here as there

the agony of he who pulled the trigger

Same here as there

the tragic moment the mistake was made
Same here as there

Despair in light of truth

Same here as there

the wailing sounds of a nation grieving


Dedicated to those aboard the tragic flight of Ukranian Airlines 752 -  and to their loved ones
January 2020.
The unforgettable tragedy that has left hearts bleeding and lives forever damaged.. all because of a reckless move by reckless so called leadership. Thank you Michael McCain all who dared to speak up
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
Shofi Ahmed
The Great Wall of China
goes on mile after mile.
Keep walking high
rise onto roofless towers!

We have day and night
a coin has two sides.
There are here and hereafter
hell and paradise
a mundane earth
and a heavenly sky!

Walking on the wall
one might wonder
to take which side
left or the right?
Both look same now
but was built
to save only one side.

Choice is yours
turn on to either side.
There are good and evil
for the chosen better you
see what’s pops up?
Meet the sun rises high
in the silhouette of a great wall!
he wrote that:

when she write her poems
she published the fire within my bones

she killed me, with her thrones
when she was fighting the life, with her tones

I lived there, between the groans
when she knew, how to bloom the stones

when she write her poems
I have to try to withheld my moans
I often reach for the light
It burns but I want it, I need it
I can’t sit in this damp earth any longer
Surrounded by cold stone and hidden root
Entrenched in the gray
I need the air and the sky and the sun
I want to breathe again
And I will
I know I will
Dream Fisher
I did it, I wrote the best piece ever
Looking over the art my head made.

It's a very good poem of self-expression

I mean, the scheme is a little off
It sort of captures my essence.

Its average at it's finest
I really don't like the style.

These words don't even fit me
They don't have meaning at all.

Rereading, deleting,
An empty page is all they saw.
Carlo C Gomez
We often live our days
In a deep fryer
What doesn't coat and **** us
Could very well eat us alive
you used to tell me
to count down by 13
starting from 379
on the nights i couldn’t fall asleep

a week after you left,
i had the numbers memorized
every poet knows the ropes of
heartbreak induced insomnia
she tasted the dryness of her   blood by mistake.
and she realized that her veins were fake.

she walked towards the red lake.
to commit suicide!
while  she found that the water was flake.

the death was  rusty,
like a rotten big cake
that will never digest
Within the body of snake

That settled in her nightmare
And keeps her terror awake.
when a heart broken
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
ur soul,
it is the sun.
Star BG

FEAR is a species of poisonous snake
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  Deep breath to connect to heart.

DOUBT it is like a venomous snake.
its poison spreads quickly.

Antidote: Affirmations of self love everyday.

EGO is a snake that lies deep within
One bite and you spiral into endless chatter.

Antidote:  connecting to move inside heart.

HATE is a deadly snake that bites with fake news rhetoric
One bite and one is left with separation of fellow man

Antidote: spread the love in deeds and voice.


JUDGEMENT is a snake virulent with venom that burns.
One bite and it travels deep attacking good thoughts.

Antidote  Reprograming of mind to connect to God within.

inspired by Aprillia Many thanks
And with your read you get one free Haiku. To be read at your convenience

Venomous snake is
fear, doubt, Ego, Hate, judgments,
Antidote...the heart
Whilst there is still hope
And the will to survive
Even we can have nine lives
Day 325
she kept her death
within her breath,
she joined the destruction
with its half seduction.
until she fell in love with
its obstruction.

I found a diamond in the rough today
It was hidden in a garden where kids
I looked at it and almost left it behind
but something told me to embrace it
so it could shine.

I found a rose growing where it didn't
belong, and when I watered it became
I thought about letting it go but
something in me said take it slow.
I found a treasure I did not know was
there and it revealed itself when you
said you cared.
Even so, I did not dare to hope it could
be, nor did I think it would unseal
the key. I found my way into a garden
of love, and now I hear the song
of the turtledove.
To read more of my writings go to:
Leaves in Orange and yellow,
Lie in the ground below,
The tree stands tall,
Lost are the birds , all
Fly away to fight ,
With all their might,
The breeze blows away,
The leaves, tress and birds astray.
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
My lord
Show me the real love
And if you don’t mind
Send it to me
with an angelic dove.
next to this real terror
there was a real door
that has an error
with a number four

she tried to hang it on it
and ignore its lore
there was a single sore
within its living bore

it hate to lie
but he liked it before
when he was sure that
it is an angelic core.

he will never have more
of number four
even when its rejection towards her
is so poor
but it still can find the inner shore.
within her gore.
S H Violet
Please, follow me
off The Grid.
I’ve had no lasting verity
since I came here.

I’m getting
so overwhelmed.
They don’t see me through
the smoke and mirrors.

Everything is
quick as a whip,
and I can’t look at you
properly here.

I want you in
tunnel vision.
I want to feel love
for the first time.
In between dreams..
Toward the haze..

I chose the haze..
And got lost in a maze..
There were etheric echoes sweeping on through..
Sky trees passed on by like clouds on the move..

From their leaves fell the haze..
A pollen of light flakes..
Its what the dream realm is made out of..
Mind dust and star love..

I wake up and its past 11..
I was in the outer rims of heaven..
d   r   e   a   m  s
trees are changing their robes;
on misty mornings
I am sitting on my porch.
a book  
I've found in a vintage bookstore
at the corner of my street
is lying in my lap

drinking a tea
wrapped into my favorite blanket
and watching my neighbors
carving their pumpkins

smelling the scent
of firewood
while also listening to
Frank Sinatra

autumn, oh autumn
where have you been?
I read Your poetry again
last night and all I could do
was stare at the wide sky
which bridge the distance
between us
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
Maddy Kay
As I sit in my bedroom,
I wonder if you truly want me in your life or if you just feel bad for me.
she reached this ugly place
and found a dark trace
that captured the terror within her face,

the trace became like a hole
within her senses and heart
like a nasty big ball

she ran towards nothing !
like she was in an actual race
because, this dark lie!
put her in a dangerous case
until the trace shone again!
behind her, like a grace
and suddenly, stood up!
in front of her!
like a heaven base

she stoped, and felt sorry
when the evilness within the grace, was too sick
she licked its inner wounds so quick
until it healed, and its health became thick
but all of the sudden,
  she felt the hit!
on her head by a huge stick.

within this scary darkness
she left her breath with sadness
and about the evilness
that hiding within the grace soul
you can taste its gladness
Anmol Mago
sh ar ds
of this silence
my noisy heart

(and each time the phone rang
I wished so bad it was you)
Dedicated to (you)
Carlo C Gomez
Long overdue,
a woman of tennis
came out of the wilderness,
and gave birth to
electrolyte towers,
naturally no one would give her
the credit for such powers,
her smarts were seen as a threat,
so she took them to court,
(centre court),
and won, love set.

Shy and withdrawn,
the conservative librarian
won an all-expenses-paid trip
to a **** beach,
rather a contrarian,
and feeling none to comfortable,
she wore her favorite
pair of dungarees on the shore,
but everyone stared mercilessly
at her being such a bore,
ever so proudly she walked away
as a non-conformist,
she'd be naked another day,
one of her own choosing,
and in doing so she found
a new friend, liberty.

Saturday's child worked hard
and won the spelling bee,
but on the prize
they just couldn't agree,
she was the best in her class,
no doubt, but still
only a girl, you see,
can you guess the word
that pushed her over the top?
Passing out coats and blankets
At Tent City on the river bank
No more room at the mission
Out of sight is out of mind
Is what town said about it's decision

The homeless didn't like being there
A cold wind blows hard off the river
A city that really doesn't care
As long as they continue to be hidden
They had no warm clothes to wear

I met a man that everyone called Poe
His real name or not I may never know
He had a million stories to tell
Everyone gathered around in the snow
A steel barrel was burning very well

"We are just like lightning bugs
We're Living in a big clear jar
There are holes poked in the lid
Without those we can't get any air"
He said while waving with his hands

He talked while trying on his new coat
"I had one just this a long time ago
When I shook hands with Kennedy
And that pretty wife of his, Jackie O
It was April 1960 I do recall" said Poe

"Boys, keep one eye on the ground
You never know what you'll find"
He stopped talking and turned around
Poe looked hard and squinted his eyes
The church van stopped without a sound

I was ready to hear more fables
But went to help unload several boxes
Serving food we set up folding tables
Hot coffee freshly brewed in paper cups
I started passing out brand new Bibles

I handed one to Poe "thank you"
He said in a voice that was shaken
"I had a Bible just like this one, it's true
Way back when I was in Vietnam"
A single tear fell from his eyes of blue

He opened the book skimming through
"It's sad when the country I fought for
Leaves us here and forgets about you"
Poe said as I handed him a cup of coffee
He took a sip from the steaming brew

We went back a couple of days later
We brought more food and coffee
I looked but Poe was not in Tentland
They said that they found his body
In his tent with his Bible in his hand

I found his obituary in the paper
Edgar Allen Poe it read in print
Congressional Medal of Honor winner
Two Purple Hearts for service in Vietnam
Awarded to him by President Johnson

In the newspaper's obituary photo
It showed a young Mr. Edgar Allen Poe
He wore the exact coat we gave him
And standing with Kennedy and Jackie O
I'll always remember the man named Poe

--On a single night in January 2018, just over 37,800 Veterans were experiencing homelessness.

--On the same night, just over 23,300 of the Veterans counted were unsheltered or living on the streets.

--A total of 552,830 people were experiencing homelessness on a single night in 2018. This number represents 17 out of every 10,000 people in the United States

© 2020  Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)
Homelessness Veteran's Poe
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Muluuta Mugagga
Any human being on the trek of life
falls are part and parcel of it
some cry and blame themselves
many shift the blame on others for their failures

In agony nursing bruises physical/non-tangible
giving up is out of the question
uncover the cause of the fall
establish your contribution in the fall
identify lessons learnt from the fall
forge an appropriate way forward

A fall confirms not the end of the road
neither proves weakness nor helplessness
what counts at this challenging time
is picking up your pieces in time
stand up, walk and run!

Remember a fall is an opportunity
you must learn from and aim for your target!
fall learning point go forward
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
I'm the story you'll never read..
While you're the only gist of the story..

I'm the road you'll never walk..
While you're the only rider on my road..

I'm the art you'll never see..
While you're the theme of my art..

I'm the wine you'll never drink..
While you're the grape of my wine...

I'm the song you'll never hear..
While you're the lyrics of my song..

I'm the girl you'll never love..
While you're the love of my life..
I don't want the the
It looms over me like a
They say everyone has a
But mine was stolen by a
A voice so loud I can no longer
Now I can hardly even shed a
The river has run
It's time for me to say
And when I finally close my
No more will I have to
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