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  Jan 2022 Traveler
SøułSurvivør
Pain is both a pesticide
and growth hormone

It is necessary for all growing things
but not even the bugs like it!


SoulSurvivor
2022
  Jan 2022 Traveler
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                 When the Ambulance Arrived

When the ambulance arrived the medics
Pushing and pulling the gurney in and out
Knocked the latch from the jamb, which no one noticed
But later someone else found the door open

I walked across the road with a bag of tools
And fixed the latch with a couple of screws
Easily enough, a wooden door that opened
To Christmases and homecomings and life

The door is now secure, but I don’t think
The owner will ever walk through it again
A poem is itself.
Traveler Jan 2022
Are you ready to win!

Well…
Let’s get this done!
Have no fear
of being wrong..
The current system is simply
corrupt!
The furnace is just about
to erupt!
Good shall manifest
in hell’s place…
A final extinction
is absolutely
not the case.
So get ready
to lift the whole
human race…
P.S
Keep a smile
on your face!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Like valleys low and mountains high
I lay me down and watch nights sky
Under sickle moon and sparkling stars
Await my loved one from afar.
Secret midnight rendezvous.
Looking up above I dream with  eyes open wide.


Shell ✨🐚
  Jan 2022 Traveler
Johnnyqu33r
These bones feel brittle tonight
Soaking in the soft blue light
With skin frigid and cracking
And I just cant seem to slither
Beneath the weight of the comforter
Throw me deep into the mortar
Grind me down to a soft powder
Sprinkle me into your glass pipe
Release me to the cosmos in plumes
As you crash and your eyes close
I'll float up to the grand orange orb
Caress its face with my soft edges
Feel myself fade away as it consumes
What little there was left to take away
Enveloped in the warmth of nothing
Everything started feeling so cold
Until I was burned up by that Bic
And fell into your black old lungs
And sprang into the embrace of the sun  
Where I was greeted by nothing at all
  Jan 2022 Traveler
Antony Glaser
The sea unrolls on itself
by the gaze of a seagull
its mechanical eye
creates ceaseless shutters
mingling with the sound of the waves
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