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The greens knew
They would be sheltered & protected
From many
Minded by a few
The green zone
 Oct 2020 annh
jordan
mother
 Oct 2020 annh
jordan
her divine heart sings
the eternal song of life
to the rhythm of the moon
and dawn's melodious light
 Oct 2020 annh
jordan
frigid october
 Oct 2020 annh
jordan
deep-seated bone-chill is a cold reality
yet here i stand watching intently
as glacier-cold waters rush by a bend
in a thunderously steady march
navigating the rocky course
of my river with precision
and strict efficiency
always finding the
path of least
resistance
 Oct 2020 annh
Eshwara Prasad
My mind, a rumbling  and restless

volcanoe-

capable of spawning life - perturbing

erruptions.
 Oct 2020 annh
Eshwara Prasad
whether i understand beauty as defined by my own  imagination or it is  based on definitions received by the mind from outside sources, is indiscernible.
 Oct 2020 annh
Allie Dotson
Night has fallen long ago and the sun has many hours until it comes
No birds lay awake and the crickets barely stay asleep
The only sound is the swaying of trees.
They dance a waltz behind a girl
playing the same song since she could remember.
The rain hits against the bush that lays just below her window seal
and the occasional swoosh of a car going up the street signals that life is near.
The same girl lays in her bed with tired eyes, trying to finish a book she has just begun.
A familiar feeling of comfort and warmth
as she lays wrapped in two blankets
with two stuffed animals keeping away any fears
The constant snores from her parents floating down the hall and
The laughter leaking out of her brother's bedroom door.
With light streaming in reflected off the living room wall
She finds comfort and peace held in a fragment of time so small
Where dreams start to overlap reality.
You may find the girl
The one who hasn't changed for the past 18 years.
There she will be, laying on her bed with a book in her hand
The trees still remain in a dance
And the flickering eyes still appear to be in a trance.
 Oct 2020 annh
jordan
maybe true
 Oct 2020 annh
jordan
if yesterday
decides my tomorrow
i am nothing but a ghost
 Oct 2020 annh
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement,
nor
his amazement,
to disguise!

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
 Oct 2020 annh
Emma Kate Price
There's so much that I can't say
that saying anything at all leaves me in dismay
~much love
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