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Jim Davis Aug 2019
Supposing I were to die
With the rising sun
of tomorrow’s day
Would you know
Would you care
Probably not
It’s not you dying

©  2019 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Aug 2019
He...
a man of letters...
confused his p’s and q’s!

©  2019 Jim Davis
Wikipedia:  Mind your Ps and Qs is an English language expression meaning "mind your manners", "mind your language", "be on your best behaviour", "watch what you're doing" or similar.

In the late 19th century, when literacy was relatively common in European countries such as the United Kingdom, the "Man of Letters" (littérateur)[17] denotation broadened to mean "specialized", a man who earned his living writing intellectually (not creatively) about literature: the essayist, the journalist, the critic, et al. In the 20th century, such an approach was gradually superseded by the academic method, and the term "Man of Letters" became disused, replaced by the generic term "intellectual", describing the intellectual person. In late 19th century, the term intellectual became common usage to denote the defenders of the falsely accused artillery officer Alfred Dreyfus.[18]
  Aug 2019 Jim Davis
Jayne E
The rain is broken
it no longer works
no longer lulls me a bye
to sleep
it beats out a new rhythm
one that has me tossing
turning
not sleeping
instead
it beats your name out
to me
relentlessly
reminding me
how I ache for you
as if I'd forget
you are in me now
living in me
in my breaths
in my heartbeats
inescapable
as the rain beats on
I hear you whisper my name

J.C. honey-tiger 22/08/2019. 5.55am
Jim Davis Aug 2019
...
...
I stand and look at you
...
A tree consumed by
Heated arguments
And many winters of a cold hate
Ash from burnt leaves of love
Falling, blows away with the breeze
Leaving a bare limbed skeleton
Blackened by the fire snd sun
Truly an ugly beast
which will
Not live
Until spring has arrived again

©  2019 Jim Davis
  Aug 2019 Jim Davis
Poet X
I offered you my poems,
my equivalent to
being naked .

I was bearing my full nakedness to you,
To you,
Who looked away at the sight .
well **** , that hurt .
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