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 May 2020 Rich Hues
Carlo C Gomez
God bless wartime for lovers
And the heart's desire
For all things ammunition

The seminal spark
Of randomology
Runs as an aqueduct
To the mothership
Fascination is found
In strangeness
And its sister's alien sigh

The fun of fear
Is teeth and biomechanics
And morbid curiosity
Of what lurks in the brazen alcove

Abducted on Sunday morning
Returned in time for kickoff
Dressed like a fugitive
With a hole in your head
Souvenir of the brave and the new

The body's warm jets
Begin to stir as a powder keg
Any kind of love you've had
Is always far sweeter as a memory

A memory, angel
Inspired by Madilyn Cook's poem with the same title.
 May 2020 Rich Hues
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En nuestras ciudades
Diversidades
De perversidades

Fraternidades
En fealdades

Localidades
De barbaridades

Multiplicidades
De mortalidades
Sin piedades

Desigualdades
De enfermedades

Edades
De maldades.
Ai mek for ju un poem en esponeesh
 May 2020 Rich Hues
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starless sea
 May 2020 Rich Hues
rk
this pain in my chest
pulls me under
and all at once
i am a paper boat
lost in a starless sea,
drowning in the memory
of what we had.
i may not know
what lies ahead
the course uncertain,
the waters black
but as i lay here alone
i realise,
perhaps i am not
so difficult to love
perhaps others
are simply afraid

and that's okay too.
 May 2020 Rich Hues
Lily
estranged
 May 2020 Rich Hues
Lily
Dancing, you are Spring;
Birds flock to see your song, yet
Night falls and silence-

Silence but for the
Stars and moon who mock us in
Our bed, our Winter.
This is a poem I wrote for my college poetry class (which is now online) a few days ago.  I want us all to remember that these hard times are a reason for us to come together and unite; be the kindness that someone else is needing in their day. :) Thank you all, as always, for reading my poetry.
 May 2020 Rich Hues
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Who am I?
 May 2020 Rich Hues
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What is it that makes me me?

Am I;
The angry girl?
Or the depressed?
The dyslexic
Or the gay?
The kind,
Or ******?
The manipulative,
Or the naive?

What is it that makes me me?

Tough question,
I change a lot.
I’m all of the above
And none of the above

Who am I?

I’m inconsistent,
And a pain
And a good friend
I was talking to a new friend, where we were trying to get to know each other. As it turned out, I didn’t even know myself....

Shout out to M-E for helping me with the poem, and for being a new friend!
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