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 1171° 
Shang
with every passing moment,
I find it more and more
difficult to determine
who is human &
what human is?
© Shang
 608° 
Nylee
Stumbled to the fact
It is the moment you act
Is the movement,
But the second you react
it is where you stumble
start your grumble.
A quiet, dusty tumble,
Where doubt's seed,
Begins to humbly fumble.
Tried to the thought
all the things that you got
it's all forgotten lot.

Rushed to the plea,
a whispered decree,
a silent notion,
but the instant you see,
it's a fragile illusion,
lost in confusion.
Yearned for the hold,
a story untold,
a future grown cold.
Finding copper in gold
all that we get sold
Indeed we are getting old.
 439° 
Immortality
Your fire so bright,
it takes me in.
Your warmth so tender,
it burns me within.

Heard many warnings,
still I fall.
And I’d fall again,
no regrets.

For this is where I belong.
what the 'moth' said to the 'fire flames' when it asked not to fall.
 354° 
Thirty Nine
You're not the kind of flower
People pluck and put into their hair
You're the kind of flower
People can’t bring themselves to pluck
And instead water it with their water bottle
A flower that deserves to bloom
And grow
 335° 
Neville Johnson
When it comes to us, I’m chasing the wind
I’ll never catch up and there is no end
This safari into the unknown
Destiny propels me into the love zone

Where does the wind come from?
I’d sure like to know
It just arrives, then off it goes
Don’t be left behind
Or you’ll never know
It carries us
A mystery show

Ah, the wind
The mighty wind
Here we go with it
Into the sky
The mighty wind
Taking us in
Don’t even ask why
 299° 
K J McCarthy
Ill be your landfill, your dump, your wasteland
Unload your baggage and burdens on me
Discard the blame like a sea of crushed cans and garbage
Piled as far as the eye can see
Litter me with the accountability you avoided to sleep soundly
While my pillow holds mountains of hopeless thoughts and shattered dreams
You just needed a villian for your story
A sacrificial goat for your alter of self loathing
You thought that if you made them hate me
It'd be validation to treat me like you treat yourself inside your head.
I will escape your abuse but you will always be stuck with you.
Ill see you at your bedside, when you're paralyzed with regret and remorse
These yellow eyes glow behind the closet door
My presence hangs heavy, fog curls floating over your wooden floor
I'm a haunting force, a creek in the night
An apparition in the shadowed corner
My wounds will heal but you'll live with the torture
We both know the truth
You did this to yourself
You'll be scorched in the end
By the same fire you tried to throw me in.
You're stuck with you, but I no longer am.
 295° 
Mydriasis Aletheia
I stopped running away from life, and started running towards it.
Stay in touch with your dharma,
It will carry you through the anarchy.
 275° 
Stephen Cooper
heads

survival of the fittest
the selfish gene
of Darwinian evolution
where might is right
the exercise of power
for me and for mine

tails

kenotic love
of neighbours, strangers
persecutors even enemies
transcending evolution
power that benefits all
a mutual flourishing

I will be your God
if you will be my people
ever a choice, maybe


Second Sunday of Lent
16th March 2025
 248° 
David P Carroll
She mourned her loss
Day and night and
Her love for him a burning light and
Now buried deep beneath the sod
And gone forever now
He sleeps beloved of God.
Sadness In Life
 235° 
Cayleigh
I think too much
it hurts too much
so I clean it all out with soap
but
       the
             soap
                       burns
and the pain hurts so comfortably
ignore how bad this probably is... im tired
 220° 
Fatimah odunmbaku
Love.
The bittersweet thing that we all seem to crave,
The thing people swear they'd die for.
But is it worth it, for a feeling we do not understand?
The violent force that causes destruction and pain—
But yet it is so sweet, so gentle,
The force that doomed Romeo and Juliet to their death,
That made Mark Antony abandon his empire,
Chaotic, but sweet.
Do all deserve to be loved,
And can all be loved?
 206° 
Pablo Neruda
Casi fuera del cielo ancla entre dos montañas
la mitad de la luna.
Girante, errante noche, la cavadora de ojos.
A ver cuántas estrellas trizadas en la charca.

Hace una cruz de luto entre mis cejas, huye.
Fragua de metales azules, noches de las calladas luchas,
mi corazón da vueltas como un volante loco.
Niña venida de tan lejos, traída de tan lejos,
a veces fulgurece su mirada debajo del cielo.
Quejumbre, tempestad, remolino de furia,
cruza encima de mi corazón, sin detenerte.
Viento de los sepulcros acarrea, destroza, dispersa tu raíz soñolienta.
Desarraiga los grandes árboles al otro lado de ella.
Pero tú, clara niña, pregunta de humo, espiga.
Era la que iba formando el viento con hojas iluminadas.
Detrás de las montañas nocturnas, blanco lirio de incendio,
ah nada puedo decir! Era hecha de todas las cosas.

Ansiedad que partiste mi pecho a cuchillazos,
es hora de seguir otro camino, donde ella no sonría.
Tempestad que enterró las campanas, turbio revuelo de tormentas
para qué tocarla ahora, para qué entristecerla.
Ay seguir el camino que se aleja de todo,
donde no esté atajando la angustia, la muerte, el invierno,
con sus ojos abiertos entre el rocío.
 192° 
Kay Lyn
God gave me the knowledge to read his world.
Like a blueprint but not.
Every tree is a book leaf.
Every cloud is my draft.
The sun then writes what's to come.
Do you love thee ?
God is all three
Father, Son, Holy Spirit

- Kay Lyn
Spirituality
The Trinity
 177° 
Nikki Tshawe
no one is coming
to save me
but that's okay
because
i am coming
to save me
 158° 
Sheeba
A girl’s eyes once bright with passion now stare  weakly dull and empty.
She lies on the bed trembling fingers twisting the sheets. She pleads. She screams. The walls do not listen. The air does not carry her cries.
The earth shifts graves loosen their grip ready to swallow the unwanted.
I tear her apart. Every breath I draw is stolen from her lungs.
I was welcomed into this world when she bid farewell to her world
After all this is the circle of life
 157° 
Shambhavi
You loved me, I loved you.
For me, it was special.
But for you, just a moment—
Forgotten with time.

For me, you were my future.
But for you, I was just a friend to play tricks.

For me, you became my everything.
But for you,
I was just… a friend.

For me, it was real.
But you told,
It was my misconception!
This government must be on Laudunem
I look but see no oomph in them
they prattle on like little childeren
and I can't spell.
 141° 
Sia Harms
I felt the power
Of the disappointment,

And the resentment,
And the emptiness,
Slowly dissipate.
The Holy Spirit
Overshadowed it all
And took a deep breath
In my chest.
 136° 
Piyush Sharma
He walked out on himself,
Left his book half-finished,
Buried deep within his shelf,
His skin burnt down to thinnest.
The pen was always his escape,
Then was it the pen, the paper or the reader
That made him forsake his escape?
The creator inked through its remaining life,
The vessel consoled the words under all eyes,
The receiver breathed meaning into the words,
Then who was it that discerns?
But...
What was his story...?
Was he reciting it...?
Or was it reciting him...?
Is he returning for his glory...?
Depicting any/all writer's phase when the pen is taken away without a choice and a practical cold life wishing them to come home and pen his words to a place not judged.
my homecoming to hellopoetry <3
 136° 
Nishu Mathur
Somewhere tucked on a bookshelf is a book.
Dogeared, yellow pages with a hand written note.

In a box, lie trinkets — gifts, a pendant of Annie, a book mark.
Hand made cards, smudged with time.

An old doll almost intact,
Broken spectacles, pictures, a watch and postcards.

Some may call it clutter, junk —
And it’ll all go when I go.

But to me, they are the reason behind my smile, an odd tear.

More precious than collectibles or art —
They are pieces of my life,
My world and heart.
 114° 
Thomas W Case
There's a little
boy that hides in
the dark corners of
my soul.
He doesn't want to
be hurt anymore.
I spent eight years
with Beth.
For the most part,
it was hell and
constant pain.
She made nightmares
look good.
I heard the
little boy cry
late into the
silky night,
while snails got
smashed on the streets
of Ventura.

When I drank, which was often,
the little boy seemed
at peace for awhile,
while swans were
murdered in Venice,
and I tasted the ashes
of Neruda.
Years flew by
like seagulls;
up
down
and darting.
The little boy
continued to
hide in the
dark corners of my soul.

He wanted to
come out and be loved.
He was thirsty for it,
but there wasn't
any around.
It was dry, like the
deserts in hell.
It's too late for
sorries here comes
the plow.

He began to see
the pattern of life.
Some monsters walk in the light.
Vulnerability equals pain.
The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife.
Here is a link to my latest poetry reading on you tube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw

I read from both of my recently published books.
It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, both available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com
 102° 
apollo
You're reeling me close,
A fire's soft embrace,
I drift toward your warmth,
And feel it burn my face.

In the stillness, you type,
While the stars softly weep,
And with every word,
I fall, in love so deep.
 98° 
Joan
Your friends acknowledge my insecurity
Late-night talks about your history
And the pretty girls before me
"You see him too much,
You take him away from us"
Why am I there?
And why would I care?
Maybe I am a phase,
Slowly I will fade.
Thoughts on last night
Man’s best friend is my baby
She loves her belly rubbed
and not just may be
She’s so content she sleeps like a baby
She’s so fussy
When it comes to food
Not a bad thing so that is good
She cuddles up close and falls asleep
Starts to dream very deep
I guess it’s squirrels running up a tree
She liked to run fast and free
She a gift from God to me
Man’s best friend, my baby!
My Moose is my baby !
I haven't seen her in years.

Maybe she's still there
when the tide rises
foraging in the river
dreaming in half moon
they meet their fate
floating into her net.

With the tide ebbing
maybe she's still hugging the shore
praying for a little more
till the stars blink weary
waiting for her to go home.

Is she still there
her skin smeared with mud
stalking like a night heron
silhouetted against the skylight
her feet kissing the riverbed
her bed lonely and cold.

I wonder why for me
she's so mysterious
a predator in the river
a foresaker of life
for the life of her
brewing a love
deeper than I've ever known.

In my eye's river
she's still there.

Age cannot catch up with her.
 90° 
Onoma
Even glory bears degrees of welcome--

not every wake is left indefinitely.

Try as it may, the ocean cannot

disinherit waves that fail to further

its glory.

Ones own face is too many lives in,

not to appear guilt-ridden.

Mistaken identity is a guarantee--

historicity recycles attributes.

On the otherside of things, one has

enough personal relations to populate

the globe.

Which's why roosters can't unhear

dawns like rehashed blood in tepid

water.
 90° 
Arya
Was it destiny or fate
Which bought us together
Only to end it tragically,
I still think about you on these starry nights
Where i know you can't be mine
The time we spent together
The time when you were mine
Oh I can't take this anymore
I get so overwhelmed
Please stay with me;
It's annoying how you can move on so fast
While I stay stuck in the past
I remember each and every moment of you
I wish I had known this soon
That we weren't meant to be after all....
 89° 
Selwyn A
I'd rather die young than fade into grey,
A song left unfinished, unsung to this day.

God willed my fate, but I’ve bent to none,
The drink I’ve spilled, the damage is done.

A flicker of a spark from the stone,
Flickers into ashes—let it burn.
There is a
TRAIL OF HAPPINESS, and
A PATHWAY LEADING
to
SADNESS ROAD!!!
A JOURNEY OF EMOTIONS
up AHEAD
are
UNTOLD,
on your JOURNEY,
JUST WATCH
as they UNFOLD,
when you
get to them,
just be
COURAGEOUS AND BOLD!!!
These are
JUST TRIALS,
for they
WON'T LAST LONG,
Continue your
JOURNEY and
in
THEM BE STRONG!!!
It is your time,
for a
TRANSFORMATION,
Learn from yourself,
this is your
CONFORMATION,
TIE-A-KNOT and
HANG ON,
The ROADS
WILL BE ROUGH, but
YOU ARE A
🥊 FIGHTER 🥊,
BE STEADFAST,
DETERMINED and TOUGH!!!
Don't let
🚫 NO DETOURS!!! 🚫
TURN YOU AROUND,
PUSH THROUGH
THESE EMOTIONS and
STAND YOUR GROUND!!!,
at the
END OF THIS JOURNEY,
YOU WILL
CERTAINLY KNOW,
You have
CONQUERED AND DEFEATED,
them, and
from
THIS WILL
🌴 GROW 🌴!!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/14/2025
 87° 
Karen
A dance on ice
Where light and darkness merge
Takes all her strength
But she glides with ease
In frozen fire
 86° 
MsAmendable
Moonlight wipes her gracious hand across my faces
She names me one of her own
And in the darkest secret places
I let myselves be known
 86° 
Dru
Why are you so craven
Behind excuses you hide
Recklessly, you abdicate responsibility
Bite me,you say
What a coward, what a disappointment
If only,
If only your parents had .....
Like the clouds
Running to be with the sun
Little did it know
That the very thing he desire will be his demise

And on his journey to the West,
On the pursuit of the light
So little he know,
That he'll be enveloped by
The eerie darkness of the night
Again

It's hard to turn the page to a new page
When our fav character is not there
Never will be a new page of love in my life without you
Justice hikes her skirt
to swing ox-bowed legs
onto the gallow plank.
Eyes wide open, covered
not with a blindfold, but
a bag over her head-
hands-bound and weightless.
The bottom drops out.
 81° 
Philip
he's going to die
that's uncomfortably clear
but will it happen today?
or still not for years?

I don't know, and it irks me
unsettles my soul
it seems I must simply
trust god and let go
 81° 
Eindeinne Moon
red or white of any color, the moon is still the moon
Regardless of its phase, crescent, half, full or new— it was beyond perfect, still
But beyond perfection, its beauty is breathtaking.
Looking out onto the street
Watching people going to and fro
It’s the weekend in the big city
Sipping a cup of coffee
Checking out the news of the day

Sitting up high
Looking out onto the street
Contemplating life
Planning my day

Sitting up high
Surrounded by dark wood
Listening to quiet jazz
Sipping my coffee
Checking out the news
Contemplating my day
Enjoying the moment
 78° 
Sunamin Tamang
I could resist
I could!
Oh surely
I swear I could.

I need no anesthesia
No Anesthesia or numbness
Darling~
Please

Come over me!
My Dr. Sweet Anggie please
I implore you!
Take your razor-edged scalpel
Only you!
Make a safe incision.
With your soft warm hand
Wrench my heart away from me!
Detach my pumper & leave me whole.
Undo my pumper with my brain
So I may cease this non-physical war!

Let the blood flow torrentially & free,
Like lunatic waters in breaking dams & rivers.
I care not!
I want it nevermore.

Take it it’s yours!

I want it nevermore.
Take it it’s yours.

~
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