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 Dec 2021
Farah Taskin
The violinist
fiddled
The fragrant
flowers
of the vase
wafted
The sweet
sound
merged
into the flowery fragrances
 Nov 2021
Thomas W Case
Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
when you're down.
The clowns walk
around, dressed in
yellow; fast food smiles
and cheeseburger
souls, and nothings
easy when you're down.

The dancers with poles
and sadness, that Halloween,
fires burning, childhood
perfumed dreams,
kind of sadness fills the
navy blue night.
I can't find the North star,
and the jack-lanterns lie rotting
in the streets of Nebraska
and Kansas, and the candies
all gone, and the kids wait.
And I can't find  
the deep blue shirt I bought
at Goodwill, and Billy Burroughs
is filled with worms and earth,
and Bukowski looks at Satan
and says, "what do you
mean, we're out of whiskey?"

I've never been much for the stars,
and family and Thanksgiving are
painfully overrated,
and nothing's easy when
you're down.
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 Oct 2021
Thomas W Case
Please excuse the boundary
of my sadness;
it's not normal, I'm aware,
maybe, even maddening.

But, the horses need hay.
They are hungry.

Long evenings
full of shadows,
surround my blood
stained lazy bed.

The horses need hay.

Let's gather our
senses, and get to
the fields.
Make-believe we
have purpose and
direction.

Isn't that
the mindset we need
to overcome the largest
lie of them all.
 Oct 2021
Sarita Aditya Verma

The trajectory of truth
Linear or curved the path
Dependent on time
A geometric ride
Through theories and theorems
Divide
Add and Subtract to curtail the free ends
Velocity and speed
Gravitational pull
Home bound
Stands test of time
A proof
The trajectory of truth
 Sep 2021
nivek
poetry put down and forgotten
life moves on...a river
never been here before
and its not so bad
you are better than you think
eternally lovable eternally loved.
 Sep 2021
Riz Mack
-
a silver lining
only shines after the rain
the clouds are a gift
no title is vital
 Sep 2021
Rebecca
When she was young and beautiful,
She mattered;
When she grew old and weak,
She no longer had a place.
She mattered when her legs
were thin and tan;
She did not matter when
her legs had ulcers and pus;
Where is her place;
How can she have no priority now;
Still loved, but no place.
A life not worth saving.
Only youth has value.
Age has wisdom to see
the place of age.
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