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 2d D
jewel
we gather here today,
of not one, but five,
bodies, ours, still embers
drinking our last sip of strife
drunk on blood

one by one
we are the soft streetlamps
flickering in ink
we pierce the sky
soaked in karma &
rugged earth.

so as we partake today,
take your heart, the membrane;
part with your flesh and
the soft of your leg.
bring the yolk of your brain
and

lay yourself upon the plate
we call being human;
come feast upon
the rawness of our own
contents.
copyrighted, poemsbyjewel (2025).
 2d D
Em MacKenzie
Maybe you were never ready
to carry a weight that’s so heavy.
If you can’t set the course,
you’re going to need to follow.
You can bring water to a horse
but you can’t make it swallow.

You have to put your foot down
to ever take a step forward.
From the city back to town,
from space bound to homeward.

But she’s a Medusa with a mirror,
frozen inlove with her own reflection.
You scream your lungs out but even near her,
you’re always ignored;under detection.

Maybe you were never prepared
to share a burden that should never be shared.
It’s been a few years; it’s been some time
since you lodged your last complaint.
I’d like to believe you’re now doing fine,
and you’d like to believe you’re just a saint.

You have to put your foot down
to ever take a step forward.
Follow the air bubbles to not drown
don’t turn a drama into a horror.

But she’s a Medusa with a mirror,
frozen inlove with her own reflection.
If she can’t move will you still fear her,
and her manipulation and deflection?

I sometimes forget Medusa was victim to a curse,
and I never tried to make it better but I sure as hell made it worse.
Maybe Athena could’ve been more forgiving and kind,
she didn’t have to leave her living, or she could’ve made her blind.
She could’ve plugged her ears
so she wouldn’t have to hear the screams
of the men who holds fears
of a woman who dreams.
She could’ve ripped off her nose
or just taken her voice,
sometimes that the way it goes
you just don’t get a choice.

But she’s a Medusa with a mirror,
frozen inlove with her own reflection.
Even if she could scream no one would hear her,
and long ago got used to the rejection.
Even snakes have their beauty.
Looking out the kitchen window
Watching the palm tree move in the breeze
Branches mirroring feathers
A few birds resting on it or seeking food
As I watch a feeling of bliss and calm fill my body
I am at peace
The scene is a form of melody
Hypnotic and meditative
Mother Nature is both composer
and conductor
 4d D
Decembre
Fragrant soil. Soft wind.
Glowing grass on golden days
Brings a peace of mind.
 5d D
Jimmy silker
There's is beauty in the pipes
Or so we're told
So we would like
Wether
Stone
Lead
Copper
Or polycarb
Are in them liquid?or gas?
Perhaps a solid slow moving mass?
I feel quite confident now
They seem to be heading
Toward the Bar.
In the branch of a tree,
in the petal of a flower,
in a grain on the beach,
life exists in an hour.
It exists in a laugh,
in a melancholy sob,
in a mind’s fleeting thought
or a broken heart’s throb.
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