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 Sep 2019 Fearless
guy scutellaro
she wanders into my soul
so effortless
sweet and easy
like sunshine
on a sunday afternoon

she feels the raindrops falling
can see the silence calling
and steals the love
from my heart

divides my soul into equal parts
and kicks the pieces
into a hole
that she has dug
just for me

with her eyes.
 Sep 2019 Fearless
Dennis Willis
sitting comfortable in this darkness
this cricket backgrounded quietness
this ear scratching cheek rubbing
this i'm in no hurry to go to bed
there it is there is the cool air
i was promised i always wanted
i exalt in quiet ways over this fresh
i respect inside my skin this taste
coming here to be tasted aloud
what moment what thought isn't
an ****** whatever that is
coursing us forward imaginary
companions fluffing our need
and this ink sticking you in time
is skinning oaken barrels of being

today is decanted among much fanfare
samples doled out in small glasses
sniffed and quaffed i think in style
enriched by not missing

it is misdirection we invent
to defy the coarseness of seconds
when we should be exalting
 Sep 2019 Fearless
James M Vines
We are going through growing pains, the world around us is changing. We are going in many directions . The old way of doing things is fading and new ideas are emerging. The problem is that it is happening all at once. Chaos seems to be the order of the day, but there is nothing new under the sun. The mountains and oceans have seen empires rise and fall, yet we worry about a few seconds that go by so quickly that we do not see them. In the end, something new will be born. What it will look like is hard to say. The only thing of which we can be sure, is that in some way we will survive. As with all changes, we will simply have to wait and see what will happen to us.
 Sep 2019 Fearless
ymmiJ
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 Sep 2019 Fearless
ymmiJ
window framed picture
pastel palette on display
god painted morning
The Alaskan sunrise was epic this morning
 Sep 2019 Fearless
Traveler
Inappropriateness
Well some insist
The cures of a Poet
The blessing of his gift
My body well normal
My mind evolved
There is no problem
A Poet can't solve

I inter the store
Smile on my lips
A big interruption
But I always insist
Excuse me I say
In an inquiring growl
Do you sell stuff here!?
As the crowd turns around

I'm never lost for words
I'm a poetic clown
Being a Poet lifts me up
When I'm down!
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2019 Fearless
Cristina
Miracle of life
Grows inside of me,
Inside your heart
With two small hands
With two small feet
That will run into our hugs
Any time she'll need.
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