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 May 2020
Commuter Poet
Coffee makes me dance
It makes me sing
It makes me smile
It makes me zing

It makes me awake
When I should be asleep
It makes me happy
When things look bleak

It makes me wish
For an endless cup
So I could drink
And never stop

It makes me feel
That life is sweet
So here’s to a coffee
Next time we meet
11th May 2020
 May 2020
Mitzi Ambrad
I'll stop asking if I matter
I weigh nothing to you
Nor occupy space in your heart
 May 2020
Star BG
Good-morning eyes that are quenched by the sun,
with breath that aligns to feel one.

Good-morning motor like steps that shall dance,
and dreams that I plan to romance.

Good-morning clouds that do drift in the sky,
with breath of inhale that holds sigh.

Good-morning heartbeats that sing joyfully,
and love that makes me feel so free.

Good-morning day thats a gift inside light,    
with candle in heart that burns bright.

Good-morning boats that move upon the sea,  
and source that gives comfort to me.

Good morning flowers of beauty that grow,  
with love inside life I will sow.      

Good-morning words that begin inside prayer,
and blessings that wash away fear.    

Good-morning trust that I carry inside,
with purpose I move in with pride.

Good-morning new day that has me evolve,
and problems that I can yes solve.

Good-morning God who brings pure love so strong,  
with path that makes me move in song.

Good-morning guides who I bow to in grace,
and I now applaud human race.



StarBG © 2017
Good morning all.  First poem of the day.
 May 2020
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 May 2020
Em
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe

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