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 Aug 25
renseksderf
“a clockwork orangerie”

gears click  
in humid glass  

copper vines coil  
around brass struts  

oranges glint  
like captive suns  
hinged to silver branches  

steam drifts—  
a hiss-purr among pistons  
petals unfurl  
to the pulse of time  

shadowed aisles  
radial rods pumping  
light into crystalline blooms  

one dimpled fruit  
slips free  
into a glass basin  
and rings  
into silence.






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 Aug 25
mysterie
i sat in the forest --
picking up leaves
and ripping them
in different ways,
different shapes
because everyone is different.

and they all break differently.

i picked a once green leaf
that was staring to brown
on the edges.

i ripped it
and it didn't break
slowly
like the others.

it just fell apart
in my hands.

but it made me look up at the
sunbeams
slipping between
the tall forest trees.

realising,
not everyone breaks slowly.

some people crumble and fall apart
all at once.

and that's okay.
date wrote: 18/8
 Aug 24
Terry O'Leary
I’ve been asked to explain the words ‘Never A Gain’!
So I’ll limn it here plain, all that’s ‘Never A Gain’:

                         Death, destruction and pain define Never A Gain,
                         like a pale hurricane, warfare’s Never A Gain,
                         often wars steal terrain, simply Never A Gain,
                         even wars on the wane, really Never A Gain,
                         over ten million slain, frankly Never A Gain.

                         Although diplomats feign (pretend’s Never A Gain)
                         and abuse might and main (yes, still Never A Gain),
                         trying tricks and chicane achieves Never A Gain.

                         Where the children have lain, holes are Never A Gain,
                         limber limbs torn in twain, doubly Never A Gain,
                         living famine, mundane, by God Never A Gain;
                        warriors say it’s humane though there’s Never A Gain.

                         Army hordes raising Cain bring back Never A Gain,
                         ****** battles, though vain, produce Never A Gain,
                         whether guns or *******, shots wreak Never A Gain;
                         though the dead don’t complain, dying’s Never A Gain.

                         Atom bombs from a plane bestow Never A Gain,
                         lethal neutrons a flame beget Never A Gain,
                         with a nuclear rain, all’s lost, Never A Gain.

                         In a sandy domain, victory’s Never A Gain.
                         Desert blood down the drain? A clot’s Never A Gain.
                         And though dunes will remain, a grave’s Never A Gain.
                              
                         Global war, so insane, provides Never A Gain,
                         whether Gaza, Ukraine, death deals Never A Gain.
                         In that graveyard domain, regret’s Never A Gain
                         and a soul’s reddened stain also’s Never A Gain.

Can we learn from the slain that war’s Never A Gain?
YES!!!
Since it’s Never A Gain... well then, Never Again!
Time for retribution
payment for cruelty
human absolution
grandpa's promiscuity.
Drunk bar stool Romeo
charms into their *******
poor mans pretty hero
everything is fantasies.
 Aug 24
sandra wyllie
called a thin slit
fastened over
a shiny round golden
metal. And there

I sit stitched in line
by cotton thread
colored red, so I
don't fray. Hidden

away from everyone,
but holding it all together
to make it fit. The buttery
disc is taking center

stage when we're
engaged. But when
the sun becomes undone
we lay across from

one another,
brothers of the same
cloth. He's the meat and
I the broth.
 Aug 24
Zahra
i am the bird flying
above the ocean,
with feet skimming
the surface
with a heart hovering
in an unknown geography
soft plumage, trilling
in between
not wholly of the sky,
not entirely of the water,
but brushing both worlds
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