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 Jan 2024
Pagan Paul
The speed of light matters little,
even from its initial burst.
It changes not the basic fact
that the darkness got there first.
A little philosophical thinking!
Strange
What dream
A man tries to catch
In broad day
As the world busily
Passes by him.


A fleeting glimpse I had of him
seated on a small slab napping.

Was the night harsh on him
as he lay on the floor
stinking with his toils
with no roof overhead
looking at an absurd firmament
hazily spangled with stars.

Was he weighing his life in starlight
counting rusted coins of losses
breathing heavily through the void
as darkness weighed him down.

Was he waiting for a sleep
that would ripen his dreams deep
reaching him to the farthest galaxy
where every objects were made
only for him

objects of riches and success
and then deeper beyond..
love, peace and happiness.

Maybe the night returned him no dream
and trying to make up
he sought the refuge of day.

Was I the man in the glimpse
I thought
with nothing but dreams
as I rode away into the day
to embrace what is destined!
 Jan 2024
Malia
We are miraculous.
Ropes of corded muscle
Intertwined—
A system so efficient
We have spent centuries
Attempting to imitate it.

We are
Astounding.
Life is a miracle
No robot
Can replace.
 Dec 2023
MT Browder
it's a one way trip
through this dream
and a quick one
be kind, and love
love with a one of a kind love
love in a never again love
love like you don't give a ****
love if nothing is returned
love and love again
love blind
 Dec 2023
Eshwara Prasad
Nothing separates us, save our perception's might.
 Dec 2023
IrieSide
To choose a pathway, oh a twisting
journey
to find your own way
some task
of impossibility

we call upon God,
and all teachings,
forsaken
and deemed
holy

an intuition
or calling
the introspective
guidance
of the Spirit

glance down further
into an abyss
of unknowningness

select this way,
and follow it
your calling
yours and yours
alone

take this spark,
a gentle nudge at
mystical mystery
find the sweet notes
of angelic whispers
they point you home
with the softest
of voice

Victory is just that,
a choice to go
not to remain

a magnetic draw
towards the optimal
allow it
and don't fight

with this,
you too
will
reach
the
heights
 Nov 2023
Megan H
She gracefully walked into the ocean
Her dress flowing behind her
Welcoming the waves,
It seemed,
As an old friend.
She looked to the horizon-
Smiling,
As she dipped below the surface.

When she disappeared,
Some questioned whether she had drowned,
But no,
The Selkie had simply
Returned to her home
In the depths of the sea.
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