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 Jul 2019
Lawrence Hall
Fog...

                  From an idea suggested by Pharaohnica

                              And with a tip of that cat to
                           Carl Sandburg and Robert Frost

Invisible to radar, mizzle falls
Itself making the distance invisible
Sandburg said that fog creeps in on little cat feet
But rain-fog is sometimes the entire cat

And if you walk outside into the cat
Beyond the cat, the paws, what will you find
Perhaps, like Schrodinger, the cat is not
But then again, like you, maybe it is

The mystery is lovely, dark, and deep
But we have chores to tend, and they won’t keep
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
 Jul 2019
Mike Adam
Yes I have grown
Black hair around
My eyes-

Yes I chew
Bamboo shoots
All day

Yes my belly
Bulges and

Yes my head is
Bald
And proud
(Raises fist)

For I am middle-aged
White
Endangered
Man
 Jul 2019
Lovelyn Eyo
Tis said
Love's in the air
Can you feel it
Do you grab it

Tis not shallow
But SOul-deep
It's not narrow
But vast-steep

This love is truest
Love that won't waver
This love is the answer
GOD's love
HE isn't just Love
But TheLove
The infinite
So definite
The Love of GOD-
the source of pure love
None can compare
This which strips our hearts bare
Of impurity
From now till infinity

HE is THE LOVE
The Love above all



               ©LovelynEyo
The greatest of all is GOD who's LOVE
 Jul 2019
Lily
Many a summer ago,
I dwelt with aching heart
Far apart
On that forgotten road
I hear
The small, dim, summer star
Tireless, but slow and sad
But among them all
She’s the only one that
Sings.
I've been reading some of Robert Frost's poetry lately, and it's just so beautiful, I decided to start a series based on this inspiration, called "'Frost'y Thoughts". :) This one started out as a black out poem and is based on Frost's "Ghost House".  Please let me know what you think!
 Jul 2019
Noa Adler
I named my flowers
After you.
After all, there's strong resemblance -
Both of you are made of plastic,
Colorful and fake.

I named my onions
After you.
After all, there's strong resemblance -
Both of you had made me weep,
Blinded by the burns.

I named my scissors
After you.
After all, there's strong resemblance -
Both of you have torn apart
Endless hearts of paper and people.

I named my coffee
After you.
After all, there's strong resemblance -
Both of you held my consciousness
Captive in your hands.

I named my one-night
After you,
After all, there's strong resemblance -
Both of you took what you wanted
Then took off and never looked back.

I named my poems
After you.
After all, there's strong resemblance -
The amount of pain that you both made me go through,
Is just how far
I've grown.
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