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 Nov 2016
beth fwoah dream
morning star carved
out of thin white mist in a
sky that sings
of pale blues
and autumn’s
soft sighs, the
beautiful layering
cloud, silhouettes
of light breeze.
 Nov 2016
Sjr1000
Sometimes I'm the hammer
Sometimes I'm the nail
When sometimes I think
I'm sure to win
I know I'm bound to fail

Sometimes a blackberry
is going to getcha
when pulling weeds out on the trail

Sometimes
It ain't easy being
green, black or blue or pale

Sometimes
Stand still long enough
something is bound to eatcha
Or running ******* the treadmill
getting no where fast

When I'm hungry
I'm going to devour
meat or grain
fruit or flower
Sometimes
starving on a Friday afternoon
no money coming in

Sometimes love
Sometimes desire

Sometimes I'm alive
Sometimes I'm nearly dead

Sometimes I'm riding lightening
Sometimes I'm thunder calling out
for salvation

Sometimes I'm standing knee deep in deafening silence

Sometimes I'm going to see
Sometimes I know I'm blind

Sometime time is going to end,
I know
there won't be
sometimes to do again.
 Nov 2016
Denel Kessler
Breaking clouds, illuminated arrival
a halo surrounds the oldest soul
in orbit through this midnight world
lonely shadow, scattered sky
blessed light to shuttered eyes
 Nov 2016
SøułSurvivør
... .
....  .. .. ...
.. ...the craters.. ...
... ... ..of  the  moon.... ....
. ...they are   both high.. ..
... ..and                       steep... ..
....they                                 are.. .
... .both                              low and.. ...
..fearsome                               they are..
...craggy                           and deep..... ..
... .people look    at them in awe....
...lovers cry and spoon...
.. ... . nothing's quite as lovely. .....
... ..as the        craters... ..
... ...  .of the moon.... ...
.... .. ..○○ ○•°°○....  ...
....  ... ...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/15/2016
A nod to our Super-moon tonight
 Nov 2016
phil roberts
My friends abroad think I'm peculiarly English
My English friends think I'm peculiarly northern
My northern friends just think I'm peculiar
But at least I've got friends

                                                     By Phil Roberts
irregular, you came, your best clothes

shining.



never mind. the first tune hit the mind,

patterns and mathematics.



the kindness that is, mixes

with dampened autumn air, and your woodsmoke.

sweet oak.



all that there is. here.



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