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 824° 
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
 260° 
DJ Brewer
One day death came knocking on my door
But I was not ready for death

Please go knock on someone else’s door I yelled
As I struggled to take another breath

It was then that I had made up my mind
Fight like ****
Because I was not ready to leave everything behind

As I eventually pulled myself from the smoky car
Strangers quickly became caretakers that caught my fall
And I was not afraid anymore
Because death had simply checked in on me then had moved along
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.
 235° 
Sparkle in Wisdom
.

Trust,
Small word,
Hard to gain,
Harder to maintain,
Think hard
Before giving it to someone!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
21/4/2019
 220° 
Victor D López
Thank you, oh sweet Lord,
For your selfless sacrifice,
To expiate sin.

Unworthy we are,
Yet you love us still, each one,
Died that we may live.

You are risen, Lord,
That our souls might rise as well,
Beyond death's dark veil.
 203° 
Todd Witherell
I don’t deny delusions
not all who claim do see

but I do perceive the love drops
come from the Cosmic Tree

I ask not for perfection
far less for certainty

just adventure, moonlight, sunlight
music’s mystery

despite my fears and failings
Mother Mary, Let it Be!
 185° 
Mark
My sonnet to: my future love to be
Tho' now I know you not, I know you some
Enough that you have wit, to love for me,
Let words impart, before our love become.
Refrain from early use, of that called love
As night to day, is past onto that word,
Yes tho' no doubt, our love will form above
I'll be that darkness still, where pain does gird.
If gentle, as imaginings create,
This heart you love, be gifted - soft the touch;
Then through your tones, will 'love' then hide in wait
Until that love shall shine the day as much.

Then all is yours my distant, darling one
Till then I too will wait, where love is none.
 159° 
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

indeed

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 biggest 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


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

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


1:12am

~for the crew~
 158° 
Ciel Noir
deep in the flower
stationary
in the dark waiting to grow
hidden within the sanctuary
there where only faeries go
seductive as confectionery
sweetest siren silent sings
a message evolutionary
carried far on borrowed
wings
 138° 
JohnSue
Watching stars in cold moors,
As the view of the sky lures.
be honest with your comments
22
To the one who's reading this:
Will you not change?
End of chapter; in with the new.
Never ever give your dreams up.

Thinking about things that you miss.
You're the only star of the stage.
The things you need and want
Will always be under your cup.

Only you decides your fate.
 128° 
Ian spaeth
The good times come and go just as fast
You must be open to having a blast
Say yes to your friends
Don't dwell on the past
Say yes to the sun
The day will soon pass
Say yes to the night
It brings a new light
Say yes and take flight
You deserve a good life
 127° 
Robin Carretti
Here comes the sun little darling's
We all get burned
In the red sunburn
 Is it your turn
     "U-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
Carats
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
 119° 
Luiz
Love is

every girl having her smile

the one you can't have
insta: @luizsyphre #loveisluiz
 114° 
Bill Johnston
in each other's warm
embrace for fifty one years-
tandem bicycle
Written April 21, 2019
 108° 
Eris
What is the point in love~
What is the point in feeling~
When every emotion is temporary
And every thing is consistently shifting

Once we feel it
Then its gone
Back to been all alone

So what is the point
In pursuing in interest
When its gone in a minute
Treasureing in something
That is so easy to replace

I'd rather be permanently out of place

 102° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 89° 
Pax
I was bound to be the only ocean
too deep for you to love.
And my waves are to harsh for you to see my Beauty.
 83° 
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 time....my heart will heal
 83° 
Sara I Raad
There are struggles in your eyes

Tell me who caused them

Sara I. Raad
 76° 
143
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.
 75° 
Vass
Everyone is angry,
everyone is red.
Then again a few aren't.
Why did I say everyone.
a few people can change your view of the world
 74° 
irises
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 -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 60° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
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reduce blood pressure
eat to improve memory
**** green gooseberries
 52° 
Jennifer
‘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.
 51° 
Perdue Poems
I've tasted cream
I've tasted milk
I've felt cotton
I've felt silk
Yet nothing was as rich
Nor ever quite so velvet
As my tulips on yours
To make me feel angelic
 51° 
Mykenzie
You
You weren't my first
but I sure do hope that you're my last
 50° 
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,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 49° 
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.
 48° 
Isabelle
93
it can be a drop of clear fluid
or a cut, a rip, a wrench
but when you said your last goodbye
oh darling
my heart bleeds through my eyes
and suddenly, tears
it means saline solution
and at the same time a laceration
and my heart, oh my good heart


it tears...
 46° 
ohellobeautiful
i swear
the Universe
inside of us grew
as we danced along to
all the pain we once knew
 42° 
Hanna
Step by step climbing higher and higher.
When you reach the top,
look out upon all that you’ve come from.
This is your vision, to defy the rules,
Set in place to keep YOU in place.
Your mind is a wild card packed with limitless imagination.
When you reach the top, you’ll soon find a roof that now you have to get to the top of.
Good luck.
Sorry I’ve been dormant recently, I’ve been dealing with some problems. Anyway hope you enjoyed!
 41° 
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
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 40° 
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 38° 
Azfar Hakimi
Bring the guns
Sharp the knives
Only live once
But I'm wasting my time;
Bring the rose
Pick the daisy
Soft, so fragile
Cry like a baby.
 37° 
Kriti Gupta
I’m full of stories that I’ll never wanna tell
They’ll discourage my daughter from loving herself
Full of ones touch that I’m not sure I want back
A damaged armour, far beyond cracked
I should be past this by now
 36° 
lmbf
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.

Yours,
lmbf

-

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.
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