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 Jul 2022 Kitt
Carlo C Gomez
4.
Patterns of sugarless fairytales:
Field of reeds
Beckoning strings,
Robots in the garden,
Theory of the crows
Favorite lunch spot
Right in front of the window
Where we sit and drool
Our later years away.

24.
Amusement parks on fire,
The new improved hypocrisy.
Amusement parks on fire,
The science of imaginary solutions.
Amusement parks on fire,
The masses in line for the ride.
 Jul 2022 Kitt
Salmabanu Hatim
Money
 Jul 2022 Kitt
Salmabanu Hatim
Can buy you the most delicious food,
But not appetite
29/6/2022
 Jul 2022 Kitt
Melanie Jackson
Trauma lights you on fire
Burns everything in its wake
Till every nerve is fried
Till every cell is on fire
It keeps you in your own personal cell
Where you have no company
Except for the thousand of thoughts
That keep taking hold
That refuse to let go
The question is
Do you let the fire burn you down
Or do you burn brighter like the Phoenix
And rise from your ashes
A community of artists
Creatively unique
They rival any artists
With their precision and technique
Their passion and their love
Comes through in their work
They’re peaceful, but eccentric
And they have a multitude of quirks
They’re masters of their craft
They’re healthfully consumed
They love to paint the ceilings
With a wooden handle broom
 Jul 2022 Kitt
Leone Lamp
The best laid plans,
like grains of sand
are swiftly streaming
through my hands

Don't get excited
don't celebrate yet
every time I do
I lose the bet

These vapid clichés
Shuttered plays
Days and days
Waste away
Into the endless
tangled fray
Don't it always seem to go?

~06/25/2022
 Jan 2021 Kitt
Glenn Currier
I cannot resist your wriggle
your movement wrestles me awake
from my routine slumbering lumbering day
your breath
your wind are my oxygen
telling me I’m alive
you move from heart to fingers
and dance on the floor
of this keyboard
with your partner
pen on the smooth flat surface of paper.

It is more vital to write my heart
to write write write as I MUST
than to obey some poetry manual
or imitate Longfellow, Rumi, or Frost
or any other.

Writing your movement is like breathing
I cannot go long without it
you impel me to this place
this oasis
this pure land
these tropics
where I let you speak
and have your way with me,
you my magnificent muse.
 Jan 2021 Kitt
Khoisan
When we were still dating
my wife use to see orbs in the sky
all the time
called it distant planets
I still wonder.
"True story"
Inspired by
BLT poem A UFO experience
from Shamamama's poem Orb
enjoyed both so much
thought I'd add a penny for your thoughts enjoy:)
 Feb 2020 Kitt
Carlo C Gomez
Nice try,
My didactic friend.
Only the foolhardy would use
A can opener
To pry back the lid to their soul.
If even such a thing were viable,
Which, for the record, no es posible.
But let's say it was,
In a fluffy, touchy-feely kind of way.
Performing surgery
On the immaterial
Makes as much sense
As being a ghostwriter for
A blind man's alphabet soup.
Id doesn't make sense.
Could be the hemlock
Is talking back now.
So drop the act, you gadfly,
And take up cycling.
You might as well enjoy
The scenery along your mind trip,
Sharp turns and all.
Your over-the-counter philosophy
Is quaint, but comes with a price:
Fisher Price.
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