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 Jan 2022 Brett
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
last night as i lay dreaming an angel came to me
took me to her heaven where oneday i would be
high up in the sky so very far away
to a place of love where all the angels stay

there were lots of doves flying all around
white as white can be on there sacred ground
it was very peaceful i felt free from harm
quiet as can be filled with so much charm

now i know that oneday in heaven i will be
the angel in my dream  once again will see
i will be so safe in heaven up above
to a land of peace filled with so much love
 Jan 2022 Brett
Sarah Spencer
If you could read minds
you would find
a total stranger.
You'd want to change her,
change me.
Yes my thoughts would finally be free,
but you would never agree
with me.
I wanna do a rhyming poem every so often. Gives my mind a break<3
 Jan 2022 Brett
Carlo C Gomez
~
Poor deluded brute
he waves his sword
in orchestration
to a ruthless symphony
played for miserable centuries:
the running of the bulls
"sketches of pain"
some monsters come
decked out in hat and cape
inside the arena of his pride
where he hears the chant
within the arts of
cowardice and cruelty
where he envisions
the feathered crown

Gala! Gala!
"how to see the toreador"
lost as San Fermín
pricked by hairpin
pierced by ragged horn
suerte de la muerte (luck of death)
foreshadowing Hemingway
turns into the troubled sun
and underneath his muleta
a deep red
blood alchemy
his fame spilling out
in drips and drabs
as the crowd sings
'Pobre de Mí (Poor Me)'
to the mystic stab of church bells

~
 Jan 2022 Brett
Kurt Philip Behm
Hard to love
—harder to know

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
 Jan 2022 Brett
Sheila Haskins
Little indispositions
Lead to impositions
First a clicky hip
Causing you to slip
Next a wonky knee
A disability
Headache coming on
All your tablets gone
Just a small suggestion
Of minor indigestion
Becoming imminent
Grab the peppermint
Can’t see to read
This is all you need
Taking all the facts
Most likely cataracts
Sick of indispositions
Calling your physician
Except when you do
You’ll be in the queue
Indispositions taking toll
Sickened, feeling old
Can’t stand the heat
Can’t stand the cold
If this sounds like hell
Now you’re feeling well
Throwing away the pills
Forgetting all your ills
You are oh so strong
Your pains nearly gone
No indispositons
No impositions
All tucked away

.........

Happy happy day!
 Jan 2022 Brett
Lexie
I knew I felt something
When you could raise anger in me
But I could not hold it against you
 Jan 2022 Brett
Lexie
Burning
 Jan 2022 Brett
Lexie
Do you remember when we were in the desert
Sand absorbing all the heat of the sun
Pressing it into our bodies
As though we need to be forged anew
You and I are no strangers to burning
Not above being molded to another will
Hammered over and over, iron against iron
We were sharp in the beginning
We have grown dull in the last days
Humility did not follow
We hold the pride of our youth
As a double hilted sword
Warring against what time would make of us
Soft and ancient
I did not know we would always be changing
We are young, then less so, then we sleep
As we have been tired this whole life
Not tired, just dreaming, and aching, and human

I see my reflection
In the river, shaky rippling waves, free
Unlike in the mirror, steady, caged

My bright yellow plumage
You see every time
Colours of the summer, shine

Melodious I sing
By the river shore
My twittering song, encore
Inspired by a Photograph by Eileen Capodice
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