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 Oct 2020 Word farer
Carmen Jane
Behold the nature,
She's talking with you in sways,
Smiling in colors.
This haiku features as well in my book!

You Are Not Lost: Poems of hope, love, haikus and more https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KBGRP9K/ref=cm_sw_r_sms_api_fab_23RCFbDTQ6YHP
 Oct 2020 Word farer
Cm
“Each time you are embraced
By the sweetness of solitude
Let your flower 🌺 of
Creations nurture you “

©️ Seema
 Oct 2020 Word farer
Luna Pan
lust
 Oct 2020 Word farer
Luna Pan
she blushes like an angel to devil's gustos
on your face
is a weapon;
a mask.

"whatcha gonna be for halloween they ask"?

"i'm going to be a democrat politician and only wear my mask where the cameras can see".

"we need to win this election so in power we can indulge from now in perpetuity".

"once we win our masks we'll shed".

"unashamed we'll dance on the graves of dead"

"we are merely lustful heathens of power and might".

but:
just take note that the other side will rise up with their 2nd amendment rights -
you'd be wise to be ready for a fight.

your mask is not bullet proof;
you'd also be wise to remember that..

...goodnight.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
I just write.
I wanted to write about these "masks" that serve some purpose but, I feel that the most important weapon against this Chinese virus is hand sanitizing and not touching your face.
And the mask is nothing more than a political weapon that shoots nothing but blanks for Democrats.
I am sure that there are so many out there that can relate to this poem and some that it will just trigger.
So, I wrote it and shared it.
🤙

And just know, I am in that group of people that have heart trouble, so if I get the Chinese virus, I am done.

Wash your hands folks!!
Losing
a child never known
a mother known

love found
love lost

memories remembered
memories not remembered

old man’s tears
grief in womanly rags


heartbreak
Maybe I was wrong ,

Maybe I had the wrong intentions,

Maybe what is important is that I breathe,

Maybe that's what  I will always need,

Maybe nothing else  is important,

And breathe.
Words from the written walls of my heart.
 Oct 2020 Word farer
Marya123
Chef
 Oct 2020 Word farer
Marya123
I laid my heart out on a plate
Served it with my soul on the side
After an internal debate
The world moved on, my dreams denied.

What's missing?- The look, the flavor?
What should I change, so it will see?
Will I ever earn its favor?
Or will it just be fantasy?
Yes
I know
I'm not a poet like You.

You know
Tie words in pearl of beads
But can't.

You know
chosen heart from your heart warming words
But i can't.

You have an art
But i haven't

Yes
O know
I'm not a poet like you

Its just few line about a poet,
Poetry is not about words...its all about feel,think,and mostly by touches someones herts by your beautiful words.
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