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 Jul 2021
Chelsea Rae
I wonder what it must be like to constantly
Degrade your garden,
Neglect your garden,
Give it just enough water to survive
Yet never enough nutrition to thrive,

AND THEN

Still have the ******* audacity to blame the ******* garden
For not producing enough for you.
Clock is ticking
while time stands still
It’s time to go home
to the colorful bougainvillea.

Shell ✨🐚
 Jul 2021
Salmabanu Hatim
Your inner voice is who you truly are,
Listen to it,
Trust it,
It's a reflection of your soul.
11/7/2021
 Jul 2021
Paul Butters
The miracle –
To see, to feel, to touch, to hear, to smell
To be
To know I’m me.

A miracle repeated centillions of times over:
From the tiniest bug to the tallest tree.
So many sentient beings
Brimming with thoughts and feelings
Powerful emotion
And boundless imagination.

Evolution is but a continuation
From some timeless beginning
That could have created time itself.

Particles still wink in and out of existence –
Endless miracles beyond our vision.
All animals are just like us,
Seeing, feeling, thinking, wondering.

We take all this for granted
Rushing about
With our petty concerns –
Seldom taking the time
To stop
And look
At the sheer wonder
That is
Now.

Paul Butters

© PB 11\7\2021.
In the beginning.....
 Jul 2021
Deovrat Sharma
●●●
It is
the perfect
paradox exemplary  
we wholeheartedly
and completely
spoil ourselves
in search of joy
within this
perishable
and mortal world

●●●
© deovrat "अयन" 10.07.2021
 Jul 2021
Traveler
I am the one
The one who goes fourth
I find the fire
Then bring it back on a torch

The tribe gets annoyed
Because they like things dim
I had to learn to turn it down
This enlightenment within

I feed their fires slowly
With sparks of brilliant stars
Know that I'm not holly
I'm The Shaman of The Fire!
Traveler Tim
Word challenge using the words Rattletrap
                     fleabag, tatterdemalion, jalopy, squalid,
                     dilapidated, down at the heel. Vintage words
        
It was kind of dilapidated
But it still ran fine
It wasn’t a total rattletrap
No matter what people said.

I would like to have a new car
But I’m down at the heels right now
having lost my job last month.
I live in an aged fleabag flat
In a squalid neighborhood
Until I get back on my feet.

Everyone calls me a tatterdemalion
But I pay my own way.
And when my old jalopy died
A piece of me died too.

I  loved that little ‘0-two Jetta;
I’d get in and it would  go
The best art of it all was this-
It always brought me home again.

I couldn’t face the breaker’s yard
And see her all torn down for parts.
I donated her to charity
To help pay for someone’s brand new heart.
ljm
I loved that '02 Jetta. It only had 85,000 mi on it.  but the computer basket
developed a glitch no one here could fix and the nearest VDub dealer is 100 mi away. I got talked into a Camry which I hate and won't  drive. Hubby is now my chauffeur.
 Jul 2021
Carlo C Gomez
~
No longer hyperbole

No longer making time

As children of the technological sea

Landfill up their dreams

Pour them like liquid

Pluck them like chickens

Aquarium their little minds:

Tell them they're lucky starfish

Better off without daylight

Able to live underwater

As offspring of nobody

No longer making memories

No longer exaggeratory

~
 Jul 2021
Shaun Yee
We must accept that not all of us,
Will always completely agree,
For we are all different and unique.
We are not all parts of the same old tree.
We may sometimes be criticised,
In many thoughts and actions that we do,
But all the decisions that we make,
In our own minds should be true.
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