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You have to let go and not hold on
When life's past has cut you to the bone
Cast away the anchors
grasp
Cut the ropes , drop sails on the mast
Check the weather that the sunrise casts
Let go , Let go ,
. . . the ugly past
 7d
Karen
Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream
 Jun 30
Traveler
I must shut you off for now.
It’s summer time
and the river is calling loud!
The canopy and undergrowth
are a diversity of unending floral.
Not many people roam these woods
just me and the squirrels!
I waste no time pulling weeds,
my garden has grown massively!
Life so alive day and night
Been bit and stung
by every bug in flight,
still it feels so right
cool river water
hot summer day
may the water flow your way!

Get out there before it snows..
Traveler Tim
 Jun 30
Carlo C Gomez
A quiet
young woman
in a library
reading books
with diagrams
of bomb shelters
and *** positions

She's thinking
of her future
I held your love
with the fingers of my heart
I tattooed the promise
to all my tomorrows
across my back to be carried for eternity
. . . where are you now ?

It takes forever for distant stars to burn my lips
There is no mercy found on the floorboards that walk across my kiss
. . . where are they now ?

Remember how the needles of time stitched the nights together ?
How easy does the fabric of love become unentwined
. . .  remember ?
 Jun 30
Nat Lipstadt
I have never been to Alabama, or…
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I have never been to Alabama,
or where
Immortality
reigns supreme,
but I am told here and there
nooks and looks of poetry
reside abide and
ENLIVE,
And sadness is banished,
loneliness impossible,
&
Loveliness abounds,

And every poem
Gets a sun,
Becomes a star,
And every poem,
Is immortalized

And those who choose
to compose, selves to expose,
become angels protecting all who write poetry in their hearts,
but
who cannot nor,
dare to share
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but
they share with them...
who in turn
share to all
the confidence of
Comfort
[1] though I have been to Georgia, where are angels I have met, and regularly converse and reverse poems of love and respect
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