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 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Mike Adam
Grey white
Gulls

Red chimney
Stack

Every year

Ark Ark
Big Bang, Universe, Sun and Earth
Life and Death follows Birth.
All over in an instant
Before we become non-existent.

Nothing doesn’t have a colour
Have to ask why we bother.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so cryptic
Making things so Apocalyptic.

The Earth will fry
When the sun fills the sky.
Into a red giant swollen
All history stolen.

So better not think about this,
Just fill our lives with bliss.
Enjoy every day,
That’s the only way.

Paul Butters

© PB 1\7\2023.
We continue to argue
In our back and forth
With what little we have
For all that we’re worth

In this do or die
Of choosing sides
In the right side of wrong
On the wrong side of right

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth anymore
My best guess is
That’s what poets are for

We’ve opened a chasm
Then fell into it
Never learning our lesson
As we’re still arguing

Not really sure why
Because there’s no prize
But when you’re deaf, dumb, and blind
It’s hard to see the signs

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth outright
My best guess is
That’s why poets write

Where’d we get the REF
That is keeping score
I’m really not sure
I want to play anymore

Everything I find
Is a waste of time
If their lips are moving
Then I know I’m not buying

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth being said
That’s what poets are for
Would be my best guess
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Rai
Spit
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Rai
I feel like spitting pain on the paper
But I’ve run out of ink
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Caleb Kyme
I did everything to leave my kingdom
I did everything to leave my cocoon
I broke down the wall
For you I exposed myself

I'm going back to rule
I'm going back to my pain
I'm building my wall higher than it was
And I am concealing myself from you
Evening,
The nice and warm wind of June...
it blows in the evening;
And it was spring...
You move my hair...
You move my skin...
You move my dress...
My dress comes alive;
It was spring...
And it is summer...
The two wheels of your childhood are colored...
Your eyes give olive...
Your eyes give olive...
Your eyes giving green olives...
I pick your berries;
The sun wakes up... ☀️
Your leaves wake up... 🌿

عَصر...
بادِ خوب و گرم خرداد...
عصر می وزید؛
و بهار بود...
موهایم را تکان می دهي...
پوستم را تکان می دهي...
پیراهنم را تکان می دهي...
پیراهنم زنده می شود؛
بهار بود...
و دیگر تابستان است...
دو چرخِ کودکي ات رنگی...
نگاهت زیتون مي دهد...
نگاهت زیتون مي دهد...
نگاهت زیتونِ سَبز مي دهد...
توت هایت را مي چینم؛
آفتاب بیدار می شود... ☀️
برگ هایت بیدار می شوند... 🌿
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