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She hurried on,
A laptop clutched to her chest,
Heavy bags with some books
And a pile of thoughts from nowhere.

She seemed to levitate,
Lifted by her own emotions.
She nearly lifted off, but she tripped
And fell on a bright fall afternoon.

A tiny, ridiculous bump,
Like a karate fighter’s sudden strike,
Sent her body reeling with a single blow.

She groaned.
She couldn’t stand up,
Her ankles were hurt.
The ego suffers shame
Lying flat, stripped of dignity—
Flesh and bone with higher aspirations
At the lowest score.

People passed without a word,
Without even bending down.
Invisibility. Disappearance.
Soon, perhaps, she will be taken
To another plane?
There lay a woman— not a human being?

Strange things happen on this cozy Earth.
Perhaps it was consciousness itself,
Or simple hellish humiliation on the wet sidewalk?

All speculation ended
with one short remark:
“She’s just drunk!”

How can you not love all these people
for their deep insight,
their tireless devotion to shapes
and short, simple lines.

Oh, Prophets at every step of our shared path,
always knowing more about my life –
and yours.
 4d
Maddy
Let the words and flow come
Be prepared to remember or jot them down
Be honored and hone your craft
Be proud you see things differently
You are sensitive and unlike the rest
High maintenance in ways they never would accept or understand
Be grateful
We want the world to be a better place
Poet's Prayer
 4d
S R Mats
There once was a king
Who built a big bonfire
Right in the center
Of his kingdom.

"Higher and higher still!"
The silly king shouted.
And it was done!
He made them all jump to.

Proud, he was, to rule
Over everything
As far as his eye could see.
With his bonfire done

He was ready for the fun.
He called for more fuel.
"More, and more!" he shouted.
And it was done!

Now with all eyes on him
He took a match, gave it a strike,
Then threw it on the wood.
O, what a sight to see it so bright!

And the fire raged on
It began licking at homes,
Buildings, and even people!
It became a conflagration.

"It started before we knew it.
What was happening to us?"
Everyone began saying, shocked.
And yet the signs were all there.

Too much wood on the pile,
Too much fuel for the fire,
And an out-of-control ego
Who lost all control!

In the end, it all burned down.
And the moral of the story is:
When rulers burn the kingdom down
The king will rule over nothing but

Ashes.
(This may still be a work in progress.)
liars love the moon
and their worst lie
is the one they tell themselves
that it will love them back
or
that it even could.

it will slowly drive them mad
and in the end can make them
drink and
drown themselves,
shoes left neatly on the sand
in the pale light.

(for Carole Landis)
2025
A breath a heartbeat a moment's grace
Fading footprints a single trace
The sun that warmed the air that blew
A whisper where life once grew
The colors drain a gentle gray
The edges blur then fall away
A silent sigh one a final plea
Lost to the wind for eternity
The memory is but a fragile thread
Unspooled unwoven then quickly shed
A story untold is a song unsung
Unspoken words die upon the tongue
And what remains when life is past?
Just shifting sands a shadow cast
A slow descent a final fall
To dust comes nothing after all
To Dust
 6d
irinia
desire has no mercy
like a red morning light
tickling your feet
it has me transparent
it has me transformed
into roar, thunder, wave
or quicksand in your hands
till the air in between
is fully charged,
radioactive
and insane
 6d
Traveler
Seriously!!
Feel free
Tell 'em these are your words
Read them out loud
Fear not the gathering crowds
My words know how
To logically survive
Come into my thoughts
All you really need to do
Is live my rhymes
Go now you'll blow their simple minds
Make 'em laugh and certainly cry
Perhaps even sing
Like I say
Share my words with your whole team
In the end
(my favorite part)
You'll sound just like me!
Traveler Tim
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