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 Jun 2020 Seema
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
Update-Today marks the sixth day of being in the dark. The lump in my throat has gotten bigger. I
feel choked and can't swallow the wheels falling off
of this site. Some poem submissions appear to be normal, some not. I just tried reposting Elliot's and Darrel Langstrom's last poems which are very foretelling of where we are today and I hit a snag. My hands, now, are up in the air and I don't like that feeling.
 Jun 2020 Seema
JaxSpade
The Wake
 Jun 2020 Seema
JaxSpade
Hit em with poetry
Some knuckles
And a fist of ink

Your pen is sword

Poets

All you have to do is
Swing

Slice em with words
Hit em with
Your arsenal of alphabetic slurs

Your heart is the cure

The world needs to observe
Poetry
And all that's heard

Hear

The sound

When poetry hits a frown
It turns it
Right side up

Hit em with poetry
My friends

Because

Sometimes the world
Needs to wake up
 Jun 2020 Seema
Pagan Paul
Virus
 Jun 2020 Seema
Pagan Paul
.
A month of Sundays intrudes darkly
upon a beautiful soft new Spring.
Casting the shadows of confusion,
growing hope for what Summer may bring.



© Pagan Paul (06/04/20)
.
Worries
When you set them free
It sets you free
Happier

In a cage
The bird knows its resting spot
Free, it has many
On the tree

There is no better place
To allay your fears
Other than your own head
At rest
Every thought
A puddle that clouds your mind
To roll in like a playful child
Sometimes long enough
You mull
To be shrouded by
Sooner or later you dust it off
And lay it down
To be puddled by new
Growths of green
Colour of a faded lime
Not long enough
A forest never enough
There is winters and summers
Seasons of all
There is always, spring
To fall upon
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