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 Apr 2019
Lone Chimney Sweep
Quiet down my dear heart
And let your silence call him into your chambers
Oh the chase
 Apr 2019
Logan Robertson
six seasons awash
another spring *******
bus streaking playground

Logan Robertson

4/10/2019
To say that the LA Lakers of the NBA is in a crisis is an understatement. Six years of no rain. Or sunshine. Six consecutive years of unhappy faces of fans enduring one bus short of a barn. No playoff appearances, nothing, but a bus being stripped of its parts. When you look at the Lakers then, when the father (Jerry Buss) ran the franchise, and now it's hard not to refute that the current Buss' (six siblings that have 66% ownership of the Lakers), led by Jeanie are a bunch of toy clones of the father. Since the father died in 2013 the Lakers management has been tinkering not thinking.
 Mar 2019
Tony Anderson
One by one
The dominoes fall
According to some master plan
The falling dominoes
Setting off a chain reaction

One by one
The dominoes fall
All in a line
Going on until done
Going until the final product is revealled

One by one
The dominoes fall
Life as we know it has finished
 Mar 2019
CJ Sutherland
To the man of my dreams
HIS KISS
  A kiss to long for
His lips first met mine
I long for more
He kissed my neck, then
Beneath my ear
A flood of ecstasy arose
To form a lump
In my throat
A whisper
Escaped my mouth
“No Please No”
Kissing harder
He could feel
My trembling body
Wanting, needing, begging
“Yes Please Yes”
  As time stood still
I lost myself
In the warmth of
HIS KISS
I wrote this when I was 18 it was my first real kiss
 Mar 2019
Terry Jordan
Very near the she-bear lumbers
Past the sharp palmettos
Paw prints on the garbage can
Under star-filled skies
She walks silently
Obscured by the raucous night
Leaving scant paw prints on the path
While we slumber
Crickets serenade us
Three manatees see
Bright moon, darting gar
Cold springs empty of visitors
I walk in the dark dreamworld
And move without sight
Surrounded by sure feet and wings
Stillness finds darkness throbs and sings
 Mar 2019
Elena
Values cave when built upon the riches
of a dead man, whose soul was fed by the hands of greed.
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