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 Sep 17 Moo
Saïda Boūzazy
Althought alone i feel satistied
my soul yet is scared
worried maybe afraid
I am lonely with my solitude and the scarcity of travellers.  
but i will keep going
one day i will find my way
 Sep 17 Moo
Nat Lipstadt
~commissioned accidentally by a melody,
a passing glance, a purring perchance,
an idle innocent comment,
to be born as the first poem of this day,
@7:00am
Tue Sep 18 2025,
writ in haste, before
departing over many islands to
another place called "home"~

---~<>~---

sometimes,
not so secret,
anon, ^
sometimes,
so much more,
than that but a glancing of favoring,
a handshake secreted, is actually felt,
actually secreted,
and rare though via~able,
it passes through a longing traveled voyage,
over wire, under sea's cabling, through space,
hoisted from & by satellite over continental divides
just a hop, skip and jumpstart
over this tiny planet,
and though, but, an amorphous 👍 thumb,
a colored 💙 or collared,  
or a pointing 🫵
body part
the like,
bears more than just a passing resemblance
to another


f o u r   l e t t er   w o r d

its often lost & found
dear cuz ^^
full of meanings hidden,
or even
anon,
"I'll be there shortly"^
                                                         magic!                                               ­         
                                                       ­                                                           nml
(1)
a 'follow up' poem to
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1378516/imagine-likeswho-and-why/
scripted ten years earlier

^
anon
"Anon" has two primary meanings: it is an abbreviation for anonymous, referring to something or someone without a known name or author, and it is also an archaic adverb meaning soon or at another time. The context determines the meaning; for example, you might see "anon" as a tag for users on a dating app to indicate they prefer not to share personal details, or you might read it in an old text to mean "I'll be there shortly"

^^
cuz
Yes, "cuz" is a common, informal abbreviation for "cousin," though it can also mean "because". The usage of "cuz" for cousin dates back to the 16th century and is a recognized slang term, often used as a term of address for friends as well as actual relatives
 Sep 17 Moo
Addison
Fake
 Sep 17 Moo
Addison
I'm fake
according to some people
but I'm not sure how
It wasn't my plan to be fake
I don't think I am a fake friend
would a fake friend let you date the boy she yearned for for four years
would a fake friend stay up all night to let you vent to her
would a fake friend give you her food even if she hadn't eaten all day
I don't think so
but go ahead and call me fake
if that's fake
I don't know what's real
 Sep 17 Moo
inkedsolace
Could
 Sep 17 Moo
inkedsolace
I could be a writer,
breathing life into words,
I could be a musician,
turning emotions into song,
I could be an artist,
coaxing being into the inanimate,
I could be a poet,
awakening the dormant within,
I could be...
or,
alternatively,
I can be.
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
the ember
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
an ember glides,
an ember glows,
the ember's gone.
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
Peace
On the operating table.
I wasn’t very faithful,
But ever since Death’s call—
I fear. for my life.
   God save us all.

Adieu, adieu, adieu.
A tremor hits the old room,
Antiques and glasses crash,
Dust folds and my heart.
   It's all gone.
Just experimenting.
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
Clouds
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
Quiet calls my name from the clouds.
I lost my wings,
a deafening reality.
Quiet calls my name from the clouds.
Just a poem about longing for solitude or peace.
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
I want love. You do too, do we all? No,
Not me, to you. Apparently, I
Don't exist. Do you?

I could feel my love
That I don't have -
This being alone,
Wearing the open air
Like Nakedness.

Vision dressed in
Nobody, not even
I.


Prayers answer every god.
Just some more experimentation, for the most part.
 Sep 17 Moo
Jasper
The deep dark hue of the ocean blue
Is not as blue–
as I without you.
The lively lush green of a summer scene
Can’t match my sheen,
When you’re with me.
The harsh cold of arctic winter weather
Sullens my soul,
when we aren’t together.
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