Your heart is my  temple of love
I worship it alone.
I wish I were a temple
And your heart is my idol.

“Eradicate the acrimony that has ensued,  
And its subtle entrenched nucleus inward,
Lionize that was this bitterness within you,
That sad agony has cajoled in your heart,

Embrace the cognizance that healed the essence,
Hold all that boundless that made your aura right,
Bring out the recognition of all your aegis,
Push aside the despondency of the discomposure,

Sunshine will Nurture the well-being of your soul within,
Nonsensical as it may seem it is the catalyst placebo,
It is the manner that you will adhere to your dreams,
Love will be the satisfactory in your laughter,

You will postulate all your dreams now imminent,
All the people that you believed in and loved,
To that every tear you have cried due to rancor,
May hamartia now be the canticle of Utopian chimera?”
          By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 Poem#167

Dark days again
Noisy in here today
resting on the spine of my book
my head's in a spin
making things impossible

As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts

We get messages
Fragments
Words that are with us like ghosts that haunt annually
The moment comes and you grasp it like
a spirit walking threw a wall in uour soul
Poets have muses
We are inspired by things others igniore or simply never notice
You only know what us on your mind
You have no inkling in the faith others have
It is written in the air
C@rainbowchaser2019