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Flesh filled visions
brains burnt out
pariah desire disease
punctured heart
shifted gaze
inconsolable disbelief
Ben just said to me
Thank you for reposting my piece on the dying babies
It made me laugh for ages and ages.
(a poem in Haiku and Senryu)

Draw a stick figure
future - sadly diminished
and chaos ransomed.

Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.

Add micro-plastic
and forever chemical
flavorings to taste.

Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.

Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
.
.
A song for this:
All Gone Away by The Style Council
Locks that require two keys are called ‘Dual Custody’ locks. They’re most common for bank deposit boxes.
all steam evaporates
strong emotion settles
leaving the knowing;
all things in balance.
This really is a political party
clowns to the right of me
and they take what is left.

they'll be guzzling wine like it's going out of fashion
and we'll be wearing dungarees which have gone out of fashion.

There's no telling what they'll tax us with
but tax us they will until we're ground into the ground

'this won't affect the pound in your pocket'
and that too was a lie,
it's no wonder that Harold got an arrow in his eye,

'the pragmatic premier' or not.
if you don't get it you're too young.
Sculpted faces,
aging drama queens,

all the world's stages, this
is after those, these depths
of despair, where no pieces fit,

Kintsugi, fractured flash bulb scene,

an instamatic moment, a Kodak memory.
Hollywood Blvd... just a photomatic meme function we can use... while imagining converting vhs to mp4, before it's more plastic in the sea.
White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.
The latest death toll stands at 44,383 Palestinians, around 70% of them are kids and women.
 Nov 7 Maimoona Tahir
N
Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me
I rewrote this poem because it felt unfinished.
 Nov 6 Maimoona Tahir
Ash
tonight, i pull my blanket up to my chin
unsure if it is to comfort or suffocate
whether i slumber for good, or to wake
in a world most unfamiliar
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