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 Apr 2019 Seema
Salmabanu Hatim
mother's terrier
an apple of her old eyes
bosses us around.
8/4/2019
 Apr 2019 Seema
onlylovepoetry
[tongue taking taken prayer]

come worship in my temple.
your tongue gowned by silence,
thy teasing vibrations disperse my slack,
exchanging it for a rigidity that is even softer, looser,
an improvement possibility impossibly incomprehensible

the noises of freedom from anonymity is thy silenced tongue
unleashed, teasing, speaking tongues unrelenting and unremitting, tongues unforgotten for they never were
learned, and incapable of being self-taught

my pleasure sprouts mushrooms in thy loamy foam,
thy rainfall nourishment, seed plant growing life morning borne,
thy tricked up sonnets played within my hearts harp,
tunes never known but coming from the land of plenty,
my new promised land

teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and
why the question mark is curved and dotted like my body,
why we need punctuation to separate the first from the next

trees weep as if every dry rain petal is instantly imbibed,
wanting more for my swollen by thy ministrations,
I cry out
my ice storm, my thunder, embalm me within the
electric spreading in my veins shocking steady constant

thy name thy name I beg to give thee a name
to understand what has befallen me


you can call me by my favorite of
all my seventy two,^
your first baby squeals and
even now in human manufactured agreed upon symbols
(words),
every utterance a prayer heard and answered

my name is a heated and unbroken
hallelujah,
I am thy god, and you, darling you,
my beloved
^https://www.chabad.org/kabbalah/article_cdo/aid/1388270/jewish/72-Names-of-G-d.htm
 Apr 2019 Seema
Charrrr
You are the wind that sweeps me off my feet
You are the strike that takes my breath away
You are the cut that hurts only when I see it
You are the force that keeps me to the ground,
the damaged love I wish I never found
because now my feet can’t move, my breath will lose, my cut still hurts and I’m face down in the dirt


 Apr 2019 Seema
Robert van Lingen
I asked for more,
And so I received.

This accursed war,
With the loves I bleed.

The endless tome,
Detailing endless seas,
of loves,
that will tease and tease.

The dreams of which I dream,
Sing me the songs of a desperate ease,
With which I fell into the spell.

Infatuation,
The boiling swell.
This passion's disease.
My subtle hell.

Heavenly visions of the loves I'd once held,
Turn to these disquieting reminders of the pains I've once felt.

I'd asked for more,
But so I received.

Bring an end to this everlasting taunt and tease.
and grant me this reprieve.

Then,
I may, one day,
Be allowed to sleep.
 Apr 2019 Seema
Sharmila Juliet
Worship my demons
To find a reflection
Of angelic me
 Apr 2019 Seema
Ananya Dubey
TURMOIL
 Apr 2019 Seema
Ananya Dubey
I'm facing
sheer turmoil....
Don't wish to be
one of your charity cases
And you're confusing me
with your multiple faces
There are times
when I am aware
that I won't do
and that, you don't care
yet I'm placing faith
and hope in you
And deep down I wish
that you do too....
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