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  May 2020 Rupert Pip
Em
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
  May 2020 Rupert Pip
Corra Hayre
You were moon-drunk, speaking words
only uttered under the stars
because even you yourself feared
what left your swollen tongue.
You feared yourself more than I did
and that scared you.
But it scared me more knowing
that it would happen again, knowing
that your shadow would grow darker
every night until your star-sipped liquor
turned your fear into another monster
in the night; one that this time,
I couldn't run away from.
  May 2020 Rupert Pip
Dr K S Bhardwaj
So Wily Are All The Politicians,
Surprised Are Today's Academicians.
Hundreds Of Wily Might Have Died
To Give Birth Just To A Politician.
Politics Is Becoming Dirtier Day By Day. Almost All Countries Are Victim To Bad Politics. Corona Has Exposed Them.
Rupert Pip Apr 2020
Under the gentle hug of a cherry blossom spring
She found herself while lost at sea.
Rain soaks through her precious skin
As the wooden raft rocks over violent waves.

‘Breathe…’ she murmurs to herself.
The cotton touch of grass wraps around her fingers.

Her mind snaps back to the terrible terrain.
Lost. Bewildered. Endangered.
Unsafe as those who hang from tall places,
as scared as those who beg to rich faces.

‘Breathe…’ she murmurs to herself.
The sun and moon exhale.
Their whispers kiss her lips.
Her body enveloped in natures tender care
While chemicals fight with angered cries.

The wooden planks break.
The sea removes her breath.
Drowning in the face of it all
While her lungs are filled with water.

‘Breathe…’ she murmurs to herself.
‘What’s wrong with here and now?’
A leaf falls down and greats her body.
Like a warm day,
She glows.
‘Breathe...’ she murmurs to herself.
Rupert Pip Apr 2020
Do you still love me?
Are we falling out of time
like a match once struck
cries against pavement
slabs after one good use?
I wonder these things over
a round mug of black coffee.
Beans swept away by
a turning teaspoon.
Dissolving into one
lovely, jumbled mess.
I wonder, I wonder.
Rupert Pip Apr 2020
Rising and falling
Breathing in and breathing out
Deeper and deeper.
Meditation.
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