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 Apr 2020
Traveler
This is a global advisory

The Traveler has been in contact
With the quantum subatomic
Microscopic level intruder
Like a hungry ape
The virus is in a feeding frenzy
Swinging from molecule to molecule
I hereby
Claim poetic immunity
To any pandemic collection
May you all be safe.
Traveler
 Apr 2020
Francie Lynch
Don't touch my poetry
Unless you're a plagiarist.
It's infectious.
 Mar 2020
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Spending life pacing, ain't no way for a man live,
placing moments and events that should have been
a lone gift,
Is peace really an option? will the world take people as they are
without this mixed concoction?
a world I would have envisioned as a child, when I was oblivious,
when people were still tricked in society but still civil and they wasn't
envious,
i see the faces and what use to be,
please don't get use to me
but in my heart...

I'm stronger than what ignorant ******* think,
weak is not in my vocabulary , I do not lip sync,
thats code for lies , when they despise and try to break
my image like a pack lions killing a lucky zebra thats a lucky libra,
but didn't get to live out his life and achieve none ,so it would have been
a circle of life that was meaningless in an ongoing loop of
certainty that it would be reborn into human that might be me,
I am infinite lil' ***** , you can not stop me.

..but in my heart, I will survive, I'll make my mark,
I will not die.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/you-did-good-kid-ii.html
 Mar 2020
vivian cloudy
i watch the water
beam from the sun
and that is what you call
making love

the earth is the greatest poet i know
in her feathery grasses
i picnic with my soul

near the root
where the insects
feed on the sap drips
of a colossal tree
once a small seed
now dripping thousands
to the floor
she says

don't you know
you have more
to grow and to
give

she sang me like
a ballad
i am a lover reclaimed
 Mar 2020
Arcassin B
BY Arcassin B.

Spoken words are beyond my calibur,
but I , can occur in different places,
placing my mind in others and thrusting my
anger forward tactically finding out that
emotions can be stored below my tough exterior,
as long you don't hit hard below the waste,
and further ******* anguish or demise,
its not you , your ignorance is what I despise,
I turn light into dark in my despair when I
fall apart,
entitled to my own failures looking back at my life like
who was I compared to if its not you?
I will make my mark in this pointless corrupted country,
running in and out of the spirit realm,
seeing my true purposes and letting myself grow.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/moonchild-1.html
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