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 Jun 2021
Brett
If there is one thing I have learned on my travels,
it is that
the currency of eternity is the fingerprints you leave on the fabric.

The slow imprint of a million miles walked. Set free your timid heart and
leave behind an outline of an essence.

An amorphous mold that denies the shape of the world around it.
Be a surprise.
Let them label you a miracle or a sickness.

In time they will come to realize
the edge of the world is a place to dance.
Reach forward, and gift sound to silence.
 Jun 2021
Benzene
I learnt programming , I learnt science , I learnt history
still unable to solve your mystery
The mystery of your fresh air
the wind in my hair
as you (nature ) thrives
it's good to be alive .

You makes the world a beautiful place ;
and your by product(oxygen)  is essential for human race .
Humans evolved because of you;
yet being grateful is rare , times we thanked is few .

The sky clear and blue
the clouds of all different hue
The sun with its rays
makes our day.

Still ,we destroying you with our all strength
we are crossing our length .
In anger you shake, all we built fall apart;
A number of lives may depart .

Oh nature , you are a wonder
with all love we call you mother
we must promise not to hurt you further
for your beauty and strength , words aren't enough to fit  
let's revive you bit by bit !!
Today is world environment day ,
hope we all try to revive our environment in any possible way .

keep washing your hands time to time ,
and don't forget to eat at time as some are only drinking water .
 Jun 2021
annh
FLUFF:
Frequently, I discover words with hidden meaning, shining like coins in a handful of fluff, apple seeds and other down-the-back-of-the-sofa leavings. Some are too precious to share and I secrete them away. Others I spend cheaply on rigged slot machine verbiage. Mostly they sit waiting to be written usefully. Adding insight, lending moment to my day.

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NONSENSE:
Foraging amongst the dahlias
For Cinderella’s lost slipper,
I am Barbie magic made manifest,
I am Germaine (sodding) Greer’s antifem,
I am Super Mum with gumboots on.


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ABSURDITY:
The best nonsense is always spoken in the middle of the afternoon while heading north on a train bound for a smallish beige town, and so it was that the occupants of second-class carriage BG1754 found themselves gripped by a kind of eloquent hysteria as they rattled around the final bend in the tracks before the steep descent to the weatherboard station at Claggy Peat.
‘The lampshade on my head is for my bright ideas. I won't be able to convey them until Monday, when my curtain gets out of the dry cleaners.’
- Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic
 Jun 2021
Ben Palomino
In the end

I know I’ll be compelled

To judge my self so harshly

For all the love that I’ve withheld
 May 2021
Nylee
Why does the moon keep on hiding their dark side,
Am I turning into just like you,
reflecting the bright and hiding in the dark night.
 May 2021
Ale
I'm sorry
for all those times I was a pain.
All I did was annoy you
and for that I'm ashamed.

And I'm sorry again,
for the times you wanted me to go away.
I really should have,
but selfishly I tried to stay.

And I'm really sorry,
for still being here.
But today,
I definitely plan
to disappear.
 May 2021
Valsa George
I am a firefly
left out in the day
with no one to see
but how bright in the dark
when I am all luminosity
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