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 Apr 2020 Jen
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
have you seen the sunlight shining through the trees
reflecting in the forest bouncing off the leaves

lighting up the ground so the plants can grow
sending down it beams in a steady flow

lighting up a picture of the beauty on display
all apart of nature this is natures way.
 Apr 2020 Jen
Mystic Ink Plus
I don't want this
To be understood

Just for a while
Can we think of that time?
Where the leaders don't need to
Trial the trust
Every time

I don't understand how they digest
Inedible ****
I don't understand how smartly we are misguided.
I don't understand their blind supporters.
I don't understand whom they stand for.
I don't understand the basis needs.
I don't understand their priorities.
I don't understand
Anything
Camouflage

And I don't want this
To be understood
Either

Being outsider
Jay Nepal
Genre: Observational
Theme:  Humanity above Politics
Author's Note: What if we need the drugs, but are given placebo?
 Apr 2020 Jen
Khoisan
Fallen
 Apr 2020 Jen
Khoisan
She
buried her parents
but
they ain't dead
she
talks to her children
only
in her head
her
friends ain't hero's
she
calls them best
play's on a hill in the devil's bed
lost her wings
to
its
vile syringe
fallen
demonic
p
o
$$
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d
 Apr 2020 Jen
solfang
this feeling
 Apr 2020 Jen
solfang
return
this feeling
you did not want;
this feeling
that was once mine,
deformed over time;
this feeling,
warped and wrecked,
this feeling,
stomped and threaded;
this feeling,
has no cure,
this feeling,
it hurts for sure.
feeling sad
They said that every day spent
in quarantine with your wife
equates
to seven years of a husbands life,

If my wife sees this
it'll be another life that I've lost
and I'm up to number seven already.
 Apr 2020 Jen
David P Carroll
Stay in my arms
As we fall in love
Sweetheart,
A soft Whisper
I promise you, I'll never
Let you out of my heart..
His Love
 Apr 2020 Jen
Mrs Timetable
Thrilled to see the
Painted Lady flying free
In the sunshine
Showing off colors
Wherever they wanted to go
No worries in the world
Simply innocent
Flying in circles
I swear I heard them chatting
In cute high pitched voices
Saying hi hello hi hello
Courting mates
Enjoying their nectar
Going to a better place
I hope you make it I waved
Little cosmopolitan
It was a bright highlight
To my day
The teeny butterflies are back. Painted Lady aka cosmopolitan butterfly
 Apr 2020 Jen
r
Black Lilacs
 Apr 2020 Jen
r
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
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