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 Sep 2021 Chandy
silentwoods
The dead rest and I rest with them
under the shade of the maple leaves.
Their world is cold, eternal, cramped;
mine: sunny, free,
temporary.
We share a home but they are confined
while I am free to roam and wander,
or lie upon their mossy bed as I read
about yet another world -
Imaginary; existing somewhere in between.
People come and go as the day drags on.
Sunlight glints off the headboards.
They arrive slowly. Leave quickly.
We stay.
The air is fragrant with the scent of freshly turned soil; their blanket, my bedsheet. This is a land of peace
and I am a guest,
temporarily.
 Sep 2021 Chandy
jeffrey conyers
You want to read me.
Know all about me.
Like my smile look me in the face and see the eyes to my soul.

Upfront, direct and real, my eyes have a lot to reveal.

If in the mood?
Read my eyes.
Read my smile.
And if still confused?
Then you can't read the eyes to my soul.

There is no pretense to be seen.
I'm all about reality.
 Sep 2021 Chandy
Mitch Prax
Autumn
 Sep 2021 Chandy
Mitch Prax
The sun is gone
and now my heart
is falling like leaves.
The wind takes me away
and I'm left to face
the fall alone.
 Sep 2021 Chandy
GaryFairy
We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
summer will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in
 Sep 2021 Chandy
SCHEDAR
Trees
 Sep 2021 Chandy
SCHEDAR
Trees
I know nothing about them
but,
they mean everything
to me
Each one
a branching group of wizards
waving their wands up to
the sky
Inviting the magic of inspiration
man or machine is,
a world of science
man or machine is,
a world of madness
a machine is a mechanic science
a machine is a mechanic madness
mechanic is mechanic of a man or machine

science is a mechanic of man or machine
science is a mechanic of science
vision is visioning man
vision is visioning a machine
vision is visioning a mechanic world
a vision is a mechanic world
a vision is a mechanic science

man or machine,science is a vision of a man
a galaxy is a vision of a galaxy
a galaxy is a vision of man or machine
a galaxy is a vision of a mechanic world
science is a galaxy of a mechanic world
science is a mechanic world man or machine
science is a mechanic world science
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... the meaning of the word “mechanic “ is for instance math is a mechanic and problem. this poem is about a mechanic world is a mechanic science. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
They'll rather die complaining.
They'll rather die hurting.
I'll rather die, trying.

I'll rather die trying.
This is the life of a hustler.
This is the life of an entrepreneur.

I'll rather die trying!
Backward never, forward ever hustler!
Backward never, forward ever entrepreneur!

They'll rather die hurting!
They'll rather die complaining.
Forward ever, backward never hustler!
Forward ever, backward never entrepreneur.
I'll rather die trying.

-Written by the Senior Date: 22/08/2021
-The Vision
 Sep 2021 Chandy
putiira
Illusive
 Sep 2021 Chandy
putiira
When words are illusive
I meet you in my dreams
and new languages are born
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