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Branches stretching out
reaching into the sky,
beside a carpet of dead leaves
stands a crooked trunk

like arms seeking forgiveness
bending over to the ground,
not even a dead crow dares
to perch atop this soulless husk

flowers surround the view
unmindful and innocent,
a painters palette, a bed
of sweet scented allure

it defies nature for this
beauty, this magnificence-
to exist blissfully alongside
all these colourful hues
This too will sink I know
Like the others before
This too will go
Behind shut door.

Once a place of rejoice
Where I poured my heart
Leaving is now the only choice
And make a new start.

My work is my blood of toil
Come at a high cost
Digging deep into the soil
What I grew is all lost.

I leave this holiness with pain
Will miss all you gave
Leaving the circling dots to reign
And send old poems to grave.
I leave with love and best wishes for all the fellow members and friends here.
Never try to prove
your love
by opening
your legs.
it will never work.
They say
you remember all
the little details when
you are in love.
Every word, every smile,
every adventure and
every argument.
I still remember it all,
and you can barely
remember my name.
 Dec 2024 Dani Just Dani
S R Mats
When I see you my heart is full as it expands.
It bursts open like an overripe pomegranate.
And I flush with heat as you touch my hand.
My emotions spill out like the ruby-red seeds
Dropping from opened fruit.  Sweet the taste,
As I feed you pieces of heart from my own hand.
 Dec 2024 Dani Just Dani
Antonyme
the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do
I scream so silently
That the voice is loud
Enough that others might hear,
In this state like a snake
My tongue is forked
So that when I speak
I am having multiple conversations
Slithering across many fields.
Like the ocean tortoise laying eggs
Ever near the shore,
My children join me in the waters
Only after they have fully formed.
You say,
Nature is yet cruel
And shall lay claim
To many of your young.
And yet,
Is it not nature who spawned them?
On rhetoric & free thought,
Carte blanche.
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a slow dance
a quick gin
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a romance
an easy grin
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a sunset walk
a little talk
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a few stars
maybe less bars
I wanted more
that’s for sure
the moon
if not the stars
I wanted more
that’s for sure
a bit more real
a bit less zeal
I wanted more
I needed more
and that my friend
well that , my friend
that’s for sure.
I will block out
the two hundred poems in my head
and write this one
for you
instead.
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