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Its unfair to be born the way I am,

But I can't claim to be good at card games,

If I'm unable to play the hand I was dealt.
 Dec 2020 Alex
Samara
blanket
 Dec 2020 Alex
Samara
just like in the world
short poems
get read
more than the
longer ones
as we're all
searching for
perfect prose
concisely put
to remind us of
what it is
that we feel
- - -
how many blankets
will it take
to make me feel
warm?
 Dec 2020 Alex
Leslie Philibert
End
 Dec 2020 Alex
Leslie Philibert
End
the tension in
stressed blackwood
skinned wing

of a sparrow
the clean knife
of a december wind

all this
all this
steps on gravel
the night's last
 Dec 2020 Alex
David
Dear Grandpa
 Dec 2020 Alex
David
Hey grandpa,
It’s been a hot minute huh?

I’m growing up,
But its not all ‘thumbs-up.’

Ive heard so little
About your curious life.

I wish we met,
Before you left.

An amazing editor
That I admire.

How I miss you!

Even though,
In the photo’s,

You seem to be,
So very tired.
This is a poem that is a little bit more personal, I never got to meet my grandfather. And If I wrote a letter to him, I think it would go something like this.
 Dec 2020 Alex
Amanda Kay Burke
Just entered the garden of eden
Fresh
Beautiful
And vibrant
Also unchallenging and eerily void of imperfection

Like spring buds innocent
Before petals wilt
Faced with disappointment in the seasons

Lips a deeper shade of scarlet than forbidden fruit itself
Sweeter than sinful apples dangling from the seductive tree

The measure incomparable

Anything outside this sanctuary irrelevant

Temptation beckoning soul with an invisible sultry finger

Indulgences vary
The magnetic pull remains the same

Why would a tree grow here if we were not meant to dine on it's tantalizing treasure?
It is a little ironic that I, being an atheist, would post a poem with this title
 Dec 2020 Alex
Janet Aitch
Splinters of plastic
pierce outer skin of the year
we labour to save
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