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  Dec 2024 Traveler
Peter Gerstenmaier
I don't want to stay
On autopilot anymore
I wanna go home with a
Bouquet of wild flowers
Cook your favorite meal
And dance with you to
A Chet Baker song on
Our balcony by the
Light of the stars
I want to be here with my body and soul
  Dec 2024 Traveler
dee
it begins as a song in my head
and i flow with the rhythm of love
until the lyrics become harder to hear
and the beat starts to fade away
i cant catch the rhythm anymore
and then there’s a ringing in my ear
and suddenly you pop into my head
and there’s not enough love songs in the world
that could express how i feel about you
that i dont feel myself 10x more.
  Dec 2024 Traveler
Patricia
Once upon a time,
In a Nordic country,
As winter approached,
I fell in love with a snowman,
Not caring about his freezing heart.
But I knew we wouldn’t last until the end of the season.

Do you have feelings, snowman?
Your tears are snowflakes,
Your heart of crystal,
Your feelings as unstable as snow.
Don’t come any closer, for my intensity will make you melt.

I don’t want to cause a fusion of ice and fire,
Between opposite extremes:
Passion versus coldness,
Love versus indifference,
Emotion versus reason.

Ah, my snowman,
I’m like the sun that burns and raises the temperature,
Removing winter and bringing spring.
We’re from different cycles,
Voracious and vibrant.
The warmth of my soul has melted you.
Heat and cold are finite,
Reflecting, lost in my loneliness during this frosty period.

Fire and ice can meet,
But their warmth and cold dissipate with time,
Complementary forces,
But not belonging to the same space or season.
  Dec 2024 Traveler
inkedsolace
Fires of hatred,
Burnt and broken,
Left behind,
Only,
Ashes and smoke,
Then even that,
Is gone.
anger
  Dec 2024 Traveler
Nat Lipstadt
~for Traveler & Jo-

they who read,
he who creates,
and supplies a marvelous word fresh born,
and we celebrate a new word’s

nativity:

+agreeance+

if only I could sing
or even write
with Niagara Falls force
of appreciation
what a miraculous joy,
this original pasta and sauce
of letters
that was never/always
meant to be
conjoined

+that nuanced combo+
of
agreement + happenstance
agreeably
connects my
heart and emotions
in my early morn
period of tallying
all the little steps
morning brings
to verify that
my breathing is good
my heart is open and exposed,
for
all the tears
I’ve already wept in but
a few moments already
in but a
few minutes reading
your new
poems and message
that are so
heart rendering


and I can smile
for the world and I
are in a state of
fulsome
agreeance!
poems are triggering
and can be found in the
reflections hid on your eyes
Traveler Dec 2024
The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.

No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.

The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.
Traveler Tim
  Dec 2024 Traveler
Nemusa
no price on the wind,
whispered soft, "Forgive me, friend."
hearts mend without cost.
Sometimes an apology is not enough.
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