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Jen Sep 2020
You said you want to see this soul
I said
Open your eyes,
Love...
Turn out the lights
And hold on
Until eternity
Bends unending
Above,
Just don't let go
No,
Of this hold
And if you do
Close your eyes
Take in this breath
In all of me
There was never
Anything to fear
No,
Here in the dark
Just don't let go
Share your light
For eternity and then some more
An endless kind
It's what everyone wants
To find
In the daylight or night
Close your eyes
See me
Seeing you
Hold on until
Eternity
Can you hear
Your echo there
Where statues and stones
Remain still
Your voice is now
An echo
In their halls
  Sep 2020 Jen
Marsha Singh
A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.
  Sep 2020 Jen
Dr Peter Lim
How come
   the present does seem
   remote and the long
   past as though recent?
   yet looking at the prism
   of time, the future
   appears to have happened
   in conjecture and imagination

   not three
  but a single person
  living in three dimensions
  
  what counts above all
  is individual freedom
  assured so seldom--
  too many indeed
  are trapped in self-prison

  to make sense
of this perpetual conundrum
a long net of life
I'll hurl to harness
the divisive
and have it transformed
into a single collective
I'll know sans doubt then
I've arrived at the wholesome.
Jen Sep 2020
Take it now
And fold it over
Toss it in the water
This is healing
Growing in an
Ever expanding
Motion
If you look out
To the ocean
What do you see?
Maybe you
Can go there
Once more
Finally (Feel free)
The moment
Your toes touched
The sand on the shore
Maybe you
Can heal
Some more
Folding over
In emotion
Left it there
For a little while
It's ever expanding
I remember
That time...
I can reach
Out
And touch it
Once more
  Sep 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma
The lake shimmers in golden velveteen

A gift from the sun, at sundown

The palm trees lined up in rows

The birds flew into the branches

For the gala evening show


🌿✨✨🌿
  Sep 2020 Jen
FS-30
I’ve never understood the phrase
Your kindness is your weakness.
If it’s weak being kind in a world
That is so often cruel,
Then I will happily be
The exception to the rule.
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