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 Sep 7
Kathryn Heim
I want my words to live past me
beyond when I cease to be,
of all the things from my past
the truest ones are
my words that last.

I want my prayers
to outlast me,
spoken when I
cease to be,
Remember that
no one can stay,
but our link to heaven
is when we pray.
The door is slowly opening
I can hear the hinges creaking
As it is forced to move.
What pagan wind invades
The solace of this silent chamber
To move what has grown stationary
In the effort to hold back
The machinations that are
Fluttering like brazen banners
On the brightly gilded lances
Of the mavens of decay
           ljm
Don't ask me- I just write 'em  - I don't get paid to understand 'em.
The one umbrella I give her
and get drenched in the rain.

My eyes are not dry
as rain bathes my eyelashes
makes me cry in joy.

I'm happy she's not wet
as it pours on pitter patter
pitter patter.

In the rain I find the might of love
and in the music of the pour
I hear my heart burning
in the light of sound.
With her in the rain, morning Aug 2 2024 on way to school.
Indebted to Nat Lipstadt for his inspiration against my comments on his poem "What is a soundless Sound".
 Aug 7
Mike Hauser
Some view the world
As a math equation
Where nothing seems to ever add up
Or a nursery rhyme
With child misbehaving
Fresh out of the stories of love

Some view the world
Like a picture puzzle
That seems to be missing a piece
Or a night on the town
When drinking doubles
Brings no relief to the daily heat

Some view the world
Like they're stock car racing
An endless going of round and round
Or a lost treasure of gold
That finds men craving
Where the degree of greed is never in doubt

This seems to be what the world is about...
He loved me with a liquid love
that never weakened, disappeared or vanished
He poured it into me with affection
so deep it felt like the ocean drank me

He loved me with no fences, bars or walls
not for one moment did he waver
His love was more profound than love itself
intense as the touch, of a burning bush

He loved me from above and from below
not even once did I have to walk alone
inside this Universe of spirit and bone

He loved me with Angels at His side  
and with a razor mouth that spoke all truth  
words of connection that only God could whisper
deep in my heart I knew, He was drawing me home    

with His liquid love...
 Aug 5
nivek
every breath forgotten
lost to times reap

each heartbeat
a hearts worth of love

a smile is remembered
indelible in eternity

-quickening the rhythm
shortening the breath.
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