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 Feb 2019 gleck
Melissa Rose
Wasted
 Feb 2019 gleck
Melissa Rose
We devour time
like it’s our last meal
gorging on the future’s ideals
as we forgo the delectable
dessert of Now
we savour dried crumbs of the past
long after the expiry date
unaware they are mouldy and stale
repeatedly consuming it’s poison
all the while wondering
why we feel so sick
inside
2/5/19 reflecting on The human condition of avoiding the present moment and the suffering we endure because of it. Ignorance is not always bliss.
 Feb 2019 gleck
Madeleine Felix
i exist beyond metaphors
there are things even poems
cannot tell.
 Feb 2019 gleck
J
Labels
 Feb 2019 gleck
J
Love.

It is that
baneful
medicine
we keep
taking...

...even
without
reading
the labels.
Dangerous in large doses.
Could be toxic if too much.
 Feb 2019 gleck
Francie Lynch
S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.
The name Francie works well with this poem.
 Jan 2018 gleck
Willy Shakysphere
I close my eyes and in the darkness
I see you, my enchanting ecstasy, walking
Down a cobblestone street in silhouette.
Carefully placed footsteps echoing the
The pavement - without the slightest of regret.
Through the faint gas lit corridor
Vintage smells and a whispering wind
Accompany my meandering thoughts.
No matter where I go -
No matter when I go –
Footsteps going forward
Revealing the past.

In a cumbersome transom blended
With a tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap
Of a horse drawn carriage –
Therein a song is revealed.
Where else but in silent music do dreams
Blend reality with one’s emotions?
Aye - there in my mind’s eye -
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap.

Do I have any life but this? Tap -
If not - let me lead it from here. Ta -
No death there be ‘lest - Tap -
Dispelled from there. Tap -
Nor any ties to earths to come. Ta -
Nor any action in any effort of new. Tap -
Except in the blessed extent - Ta -
Of this other realm of loving you. - Tap -

And in my mind’s eye –
The music,
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap -
Of cobblestone and hoof –
Ta-tap
Returns me to ....

Nostalgic piece about thoughts of times long past and about the sounds, sights and smells that time travel one to previous times.
 Jan 2018 gleck
Snehith Kumbla
a mole to kiss
for good luck,

the cut you
got as a child,

I keep reading
your body,

your story...
 Jul 2017 gleck
Butch Decatoria
Looking for your Green Card
Mayhap Mayhem

Don't lose it now...
But you're the kindaguy

One finds (with)
A tiny piece a recipe
Folded up in his wallet
For

Madeleines
Sugar Butter Cookies

While in the islands
Alone among the ties
Bind me then
By invisibility
To now then: some kinda

Some Offworld alien celebrity
From some far off
Land
Made of money
Pots of honey gold
Over there
Out there
The other side of the rainbow
A milk box

Para'Illusion
Half delusion
Unaware

Don't lose it now*
That pink card
"Permanent alien resident"
With A Madeleines Cookies recipe

In your wallet's
Back pocket
Mayhap maybe

It should be easy

To make.
 Jul 2017 gleck
Butch Decatoria
Poetry is the music we hear in the profound word.
Part 2 -  Love the loveliest of poetries, how so perfect, are we...
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