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 Sep 2020
Thomas W Case
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
 Sep 2020
Carlo C Gomez
Her constellations move differently

She no longer controls star systems

Only one remaining cluster
now orbits her

But it is more than enough

For they need and love her as their light-giving empyrean
Title inspired by the poem "Benign" by fellow HP writer Puds: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4049817/benign/
 Sep 2020
Carlo C Gomez
From top
to bottom

I find this
underneath the ice:

The Earth
is bi-polar
 Sep 2020
South City Lady
why are we
so crudely made
when placed along side
our conceptions of love

we fall miserably short
of caring, listening,
giving, receiving
yet in our dreams
there is no threshold      we must cross

the slip into love
is as effortless
as the moon's benediction
after an autumn night's
prolonged slumber
 Sep 2020
jordan
the ninth shade
embraces mountain peaks
in the pure clarity of morning

frost clings to sagebrush
in the ascending sunlight
of the third-quarter moon

and as life pauses
to apprehend the spectacle
of a wintry summer morning

my bones feel
the transition of season
as autumn draws near
Written for the crisp morning sky of September 9 2020.  May you live forever in my memory.
 Sep 2020
Veritia Venandi
On the wings of the wild bird... Beyond the sun and the moon...

On the carriage of fragrance... Beyond musk roses and juicy tulips...

On the decks of submerged ships... Beyond the greatest oceans...

On the back of the little speck of dust... Beyond the black holes and nebulas...

My mind longs to escape into the unknown!
Struggling to be really free...
Thank you for reading! :) ❤
 Sep 2020
Carlo C Gomez
Eureka!

Raised up & standing tall

She's my port of call

Such a rush

To forcibly ascend

Such a hush

That has settled in

And soon we'll surface

Life in a passionate bubble

Instead of the trouble

Of riding in the back
of a hearse
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