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 May 2019 aury
Talia Yeager
I enjoy the night
When my thoughts are free to dance around outside of my head
Where they come alive
And I dance alongside with them
The darkness does not judge me
And the moon encourages me
The stars smile
And I’m at peace,
The world is asleep
And I am in my purest form
 May 2019 aury
 May 2019 aury
Cause in the end. words are just words. The devil could read the bible out loud and the saints would cover their ears.  God could preach about heIl and the sinners will make fun of him. Words are just words. Some letters in order.
The speaker and the listener.
They determine the meaning.
 May 2019 aury
patty m
Perhaps we should be displayed in art museums like oil paintings of old, frozen unthawed, cracked and flawed and still people would come and speak in hushed tones, and stare at the wonders hanging there,
prevented from touching while clutching to heart beauty understated,
perhaps poets too, should not be touched but venerated?
Yet the warmth that emanates from human touch is divine,
the driving force so sublime it curls our hair, and heats the core that powers the engine that drives the brain, yet love can drive a man insane.

For who can foretell fate, calm warriors, cry for the dead,
compose prayers, while filled with dread?
Who can woo and cajole and make us smile,
and always trudge the extra mile?

Who reads for presidents, dictators and kings?  POETS

Will we become rich, nay but love comes swiftly, along with kisses,
as submissively our voices rise, and touch the skies, in hallelujah or reprisal.
So keenly we feel, while blood runs hot, our words spill freely
and never stop, crimson and heady like the finest wine,
our implications caress, express emotion and manipulate the mind.
We create scenarios wondrously beautiful or horridly wicked as well;
bowers of velvety flowers, or flame licking bowels of hell
Still the followers bring praise and accolades, and vie for our attention,
while some turn and jab us, with pointed barbs to stick in bards filling us with apprehension.
Sometimes we lose ourselves for hours, or days, in thought and deepening haze, allaying the fright of deepest night, for who are we should we lose the love of our fleeting, and ever teasing muse?

Thought unsought, words play as we prey on hearts of men
and then again, the Ave Maria, sangria, and drops of blood,
entwining hearts and limbs in hymns of praise and endless love.
Sage minds grow melancholy, tiring of folly.
should we abstain, feel pain and never write it down,
be proverbial clowns living a life turned upside down?
I'd rather be planted in the ground.  What of You,
could you give it all away, this mainstay of our lives
each and every day? Are we mad, if so I'm glad
for mad is better than bland?
To poets across this earth I extend my hand
strike up the band, unfold the banners saying
Aren't Poets Grand?

To our critics I say stow it,
there is nothing better than being a poet.
 May 2019 aury
Skylar Turner
 May 2019 aury
Skylar Turner
i wasn’t born to create
tear stains in my pillow at night.

i was born to draw
blood from bone
 May 2019 aury
Maria Etre
 May 2019 aury
Maria Etre
Oh Darling,
Get ready,
I think
I found
 May 2019 aury
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 May 2019 aury
Ditte Jakobsen
grab my hair
and touch my skin
breathe my air
and let me in
whisper softly in my ear
that I have nothing left to fear
cause time has left
and so has place
just you and me
floating through space
 May 2019 aury
Phil A
A Tree
 May 2019 aury
Phil A
A tree, a tree!
He cried with glee,
Can I be up there as tall as that tree?

No! You can't! His father said, you will never be as high as that tree.

A tree, a tree the young man cried!
Can I get up as high as that tree?

"I doubt it." His young wife sighed. "You can never be as high as that tree.

A tree, a tree! Said the bearded man of 43. I want to be as high as that tree.
"No, thats impossible!" the man's neighbor yelled! "You can never be as high as that tree!"

A tree! A tree! The old man said with joy! As he peered down from his pilot's seat.
 May 2019 aury
moonlight lover
 May 2019 aury
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you

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