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Marry a poet--
she'll tell you the universe in a sonnet.
She expresses her affection in a poem,
for endlessly, to a bard;
you are an anthem.
Yesterday,
I will forget about tomorrow.
 Mar 2021 MournaraMiedema
leeaaun
when you will seek peace
and you will find it in your pieces,
it's the real peace
peace is in your pieces
 Mar 2021 MournaraMiedema
TObed
Imma save my soul for another day
I still need to live and slay
All the dragon's that lay awake
Getting free of this cage is the first step
And then I float in the sky like a new star
"Saving myself from myself is a job but somebody's gotta do it"
I wear your jacket to keep me warm
I wear your jacket to show your love
I wear your jacket on late night coffee trips
I wear your jacket through the arguments
I wear your jacket when I laugh
I wear your jacket when I cry
I wear your jacket when I scream the pain away
I wear your jacket as a reminder that you were once mine
 Mar 2021 MournaraMiedema
Noura
POUR YOUR SADNESS IN A DEEP WELL
HEAR THE NOISE EACH DROP MAKES
FEEL THE DIZZINESS OF BEING RELEASED
THAT GASP, THAT LIFE FILLING EVERY CELL IN YOUR BODY
LOOK AT THE SKY
LET THAT WARMTH SORROUND YOU
OH IT’S BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN
YET
YET IT BLINDS YOU, IT BURNS YOU
LOOK DOWN AT THE DARK DARK WELL
WATCH OUT FOR THE MONSTERS IN THERE
OH
OH NO
IT’S TOO LATE
ADIOS MY FRIEND
YOU FELL.
 Feb 2021 MournaraMiedema
Ephraim
split to the core
from head to root

I
see
myself

one
now
two

one sows seeds
the other bears fruit

this
union
renewed

I
am
You
 Feb 2021 MournaraMiedema
Ephraim
It's a quarter to God
and all is hell
half-past the Devil
towards a nice warm cell.

Seen it
clean it
nail it
mean it,
here is a hammer
there goes the bell.
 Feb 2021 MournaraMiedema
Ephraim
at work in the sandbox
milk toothed Elohim
balance stick, stone and moss
shape continents from dreams

tiny, unfettered fingers
excavate their worlds of sand
things discarded, left to rot
are gold in grimy hands

bark and stones
dead bees and bones
leaves and sleeves
of snakes, outgrown

never too old to learn
never too young to teach
every treasure is swallowed
by the sand on the beach
 Jan 2021 MournaraMiedema
kier
the flowers decay
and the bird's sweet cries die out
in time for your death
of which was all according to fate

the sun sets on the horizon
and my tears pervert the mood with sorrow
and I wait for the day that fate
will let me lie next to you
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