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Stopped the car before arrived.
Smeared the paint before it dried.
Closed the book before the ******.
Set the clock, but didn't wind it.
Not unpacked the last few boxes.
Never found the matching socks-es.
Burn the bridges 'fore they're built.
Still the hole you dig is filled.
Lots to do, but nothing finished.
Half a life with nothing in it.
Forget the chicken and the egg.
I'm as big a quitter as there is.
 Feb 11 Rubianne Foster
Emma
Blue seas shrink away,

Salt-pans drink the sky’s wide hue,

White crystals are born,

Harvested with care and toil,

To season our humble meals.
Good morning hellopoetry community, rest for me today have a wonderful day ❣️
Hug me, O’ sacred bliss,  
Until I drown in your warm embrace,  
Wrap me close in your velvet arms,  
Until your essence fills my every trace.  

Let your touch be a soft breeze,  
That dances gently on my skin,  
Envelop me in your tender whispers,  
Where love and time begin.  

Till I breathe your fragrance in,  
Until it lingers deep in my soul,  
Until my very heartbeat is yours,  
And I am made completely whole.  

Hug me, O’ sacred bliss,  
In the cradle of your sweet light,  
Let me be a reflection of you,  
Woven in your grace, a shining night.  

Bind me to you, till the end of days,  
Let your love be my only guide,  
And when I walk, let the world know,  
I carry you always, deep inside.
Boundless Love 07/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Vous surtout que je plains si vous n'êtes chéries,
Vous surtout qui souffrez, je vous prends pour mes soeurs :
C'est à vous qu'elles vont, mes lentes rêveries,
Et de mes pleurs chantés les amères douceurs.

Prisonnière en ce livre une âme est contenue.
Ouvrez, lisez : comptez les jours que j'ai soufferts.
Pleureuses de ce monde où je passe inconnue,
Rêvez sur cette cendre et trempez-y vos fers.

Chantez ! Un chant de femme attendrit la souffrance.
Aimez ! Plus que l'amour la haine fait souffrir.
Donnez ! La charité relève l'espérance :
Tant que l'on peut donner on ne veut pas mourir !

Si vous n'avez le temps d'écrire aussi vos larmes,
Laissez-les de vos yeux descendre sur ces vers.
Absoudre, c'est prier ; prier, ce sont nos armes.
Absolvez de mon sort les feuillets entr'ouverts !

Pour livrer sa pensée au vent de la parole,
S'il faut avoir perdu quelque peu sa raison,
Qui donne son secret est plus tendre que folle :
Méprise-t-on l'oiseau qui répand sa chanson ?
A planet of trash,
I lay underneath.
The filth runneth over
to where I sleep.
In humanity's discarded
roiling heap,
a toll of their sins
is what I keep.

-

On Planet Trash,
I live beneath,
a most revolting,
and glorious heap.
No one can see me
where I sleep,
but my acquaintances,
they soon will meet.

-

My Planet of Trash,
I give to thee,
more than I
could ever keep.
You know now where
my secret sleeps.
Take all
that's left of me.
Lost was peace and sense of mind,
Lost was reason and moral binds.
Lost was strength, the will to grind,
A yearning soul fled, only a shell confined,
The haunting weight of wounds left behind.
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