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 Nov 2020 gilly
Martin Bond
Mmm...shades of grey
subtly stroking the dune,
my sweet Delilah
it's like walking on the moon.
Getting older doesn't mean colder
 Nov 2020 gilly
Don Bouchard
Come sit with me
On this stone of sorrow;
Weep, lest I weep alone.
We may have laughing again...
Tomorrow;
But today, I'll rest
On this sorrowing stone,
Together with you
Or alone.
Drove all day to say goodbye to my Mother. She left this life four hours before I arrived. I am glad for her peace, and I am mourning her loss.

Happy feet
The crow on the bamboo stick
No shiny objects in sight
Looks side to side obliquely
The green worm hanging low
Would be fine for the morning time
Solitary, the crow
perched atop the bamboo stick
later may find a bone to pick
 Nov 2020 gilly
Maria Mitea
Unread my buried poems
in worldly words of mouth
Unread the drops of water
from spilled ink on the ground

The breath of mouth
You unread when covered
with the dying roses
unread the doubts
unread the doubts
unread the doubts
of the mouth

Unread the walls of caves
from tongues of creepy lions
Unread the burning love
when falling on the clouds
In dusty foam unread
Unread the words of mouth
 Nov 2020 gilly
Anais Nin
"Why one writes is a question I can never answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me – the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
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"We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely … When I don’t write, feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing."
('The New Woman', 1974)
 Nov 2020 gilly
Imran Islam
Do you love me silent?
Like I do love you!
Do you miss me yet?
Like I do miss you!

Who'll gimme confidence?
Like you gave me!
Who'll make me smile?
Like you made me!

I still cry for you
but wouldn't show you
my fallen tears,
'Cause I adore you!

My heart has broken
into small pieces
but I won't let you know
about this! Because-
I couldn't forget you!
 Nov 2020 gilly
Imran Islam
I will wipe your tears away
with my smile,
and I'd forget the pain
of my broken heart
in your love!

My light will remove
your darkness,
My hurts will go away
after gazing upon you
in the morning!

I will be tired and sleep deep
but I will wake up
by hearing your feet,
I will be surprised
and take you as a bride
in my little heart!

You'll tell me your minds
and forget the silent pain
after seeing my eyes,
Your shy voice will bring the moon
on my secret door
in the color of sweet love.
BE
 Nov 2020 gilly
Imran Islam
I am walking on the moon
After talking to you tonight,
Please don't leave me soon
Stay close till the daylight.

I wanna swim in your lagoon
Through my thirsty eyesight,
I would sing like a lovely loon
To you, if you feel me alright.

Your love is a heavenly boon
In my life, like the stars' light,
It made me cool from a goon.
I only love you; no more fight!

Will you make my afternoon
Tomorrow and give me the right,
To find out your secret crown?
Ah, keep silent until the twilight!
My book "The Bride Of The Cloud" is live on amazon.com/author/lurepot
 Nov 2020 gilly
Maria Mitea
When obscurity disguises itself in distinct knowledge,
And ignorance claims to be adequate intelligence,
Confusion conveniently establishing as the norm,
Excluding any possibility of contradiction, ...
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