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 Nov 10 amrutha
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Wrap around me,
tape me up,
add a bow -
then rip me up.
i am in pieces,
but at least itā€™s -
short n sweet.

ā€˜tis the season right?
The bipolar is my burden
I bear it the best I can
Senyorita bonita
I want to be your man

Little coffee shop
My son in the parade
Pellegrino water
Mixed with lemonade

Election on Tuesday
American despair
Prepared for the worst
Highwater Everywhere
it was quiet here yesterday
the rain came and dripped
with noises outside the back
i looked out to see the gutter
slipped and listened to the
sounds

looked at the wet glistening
on the ivy

wedged the cloth to soak
the water up then lit the fire

done some drawings
&
cookings. a pleasant
day for me

comparing large dresses

hoping that all will be
well

with morse
 Jan 2019 amrutha
Char Blackmon
My laid back in the back seat
This is all she
A small town woman like me
She sticks to me
Solid untouchable
With a tangible touch
See and read into my mind
Meditating on a combustion gust
Spiraling down the knowledge grove
Wanting peace, love and improve
Mention unity
Brung upon nature
Distracted by our rollercoaster
Wrapped warmth snuggly memories
Peace, time and the ability to give everything
Missing words of you n me
-SharChar-
Due dates;
Schedules;
Deadlines;
Dates,
A revolving strain on time,
A resulting
Pressure
For proven effort;
Will
Our productivity
Decide
Our professional fate?
We look inward,
And contemplate,
And find
Our update
Is late
 Jan 2019 amrutha
John Destalo
the basement
is dirt

walls and floor

the washer is a
a white tub and
a hand-cranked
ringer

the dryer is
a backyard
vinyl line and
a summer breeze

I am five
maybe six

and I like
the outside

playing toy
soldiers in
the dirt

throwing sticks
to attract bats

catching and
releasing fire
flies

and playing
hide and seek

until it is
so dark
I canā€™t
see

and they
canā€™t or
donā€™t want

to find me
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