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 Jan 2019 JRL
Allen James
Oasis
 Jan 2019 JRL
Allen James
Like the moment I first saw her,
Parched lips that tasted water,
Mother Nature's only daughter,
Living on the street,

In the open desert valley,
I feel her air around me,
Effortless and soundly,

One day we will meet.
 Mar 2018 JRL
Nat Lipstadt
honor: “you stumble where gods get lost”

honor,

still the tattoo being drawn on my senses,
unresolved and demanding
solution or surrender,
acknowledging, that I am not poet enough

tho y’all keep diverting me with poem commissions,
half started but will freezer keep until Jacob’s angel and I
have wrestled this honor notion to the ground for good,
which means once and forever

Patti’s words distinctly heard:
“you stumble where gods get lost”
and that’s what the poetry is for,
to word wrestle until the resolution revelation shines
and someone cries out uncle, father, son, are we not all
samed and shamed when we wrestle with honor


will you know honor when it presents itself?

a man keeps his word and another honors them both
with a monthly sum that says friendship is a promise kept

a father texts to a son in trouble “got your back” that elicits
a return verse of “I love you;”. that’s love, not honor cause someone remembers their immigrant father’s hell going slowly by and this poem and that memory revived, that’s honor

(******* tears on my phone screen, a ****** pain @6:53am
on sabbath morn; no body invited the interlopers;  not me anyway)

honor is not a parade or not the kind on my mind today: the honor that gets you medaled that’s all about brotherhood,
that’s a different kind of honor I understand but not what I’m
about right wright write now

looking for small acts, small doses, nearly invisible to the naked
eye, indeed, ya need a scrunched up squint to detect the honor that I need so desperately seek to theorem proof that,
even I got some

one of you wrote me, I am nothing.
one of you wrote me,
that they are all busted up on the boulevard of broken dreams.

trusting a stranger thru his crazier poems with depreciation and overwhelming sadnesses,
is that honor?

my rsvp (how could I not), is that honor?

honor sought in the small necessities which are more important than small kindnesses wrought from love: those come easy natural

necessary necessity, the word itself bleeds pressure on the soul; but i don’t mean paying your bills, burying your parents and such stuff;


honor is in the unnecessary:  where actions defeat uncertainty, honor is stepping up when no one calls out need

honor is the first step the hand extended and the concomitant
electric shock that traverses two hands in a shake that obviates
unnecessary words
like thank you

which why gods stumble, get lost, they only get praise conferred
but honor belongs only to us humans,
to give honor.
that’s power gods don’t got,
why they oft get lost

so thank you for staying with me this far,
you honor me by listening to an old man
seizing up when his mind asks him direct

did you live with honor,
and tho the summing up s’ain’t over,
(lol laughing, at the ain’t autocorrect),
at least now I know what to count,
what counts,
doing the unnecessary unasked
in small ways, a quieter doing good,
honor needs two and starts when you say hey
hey you...


*7:36am Saturnday  2+10+18
Shabbat Shekalim
writ without disguise
 Jan 2017 JRL
Rapunzoll
sometimes boys will whisper  
i love you's too quickly
and you, anon, will believe them
with your gentle heart, and
capacity to believe in miracles.

sometimes the first guy isn't
the only one,
sometimes you didn't like him
to begin with and that's okay.
i know you wish it was that easy.

people say to look for love
in all places, but love likes to hide
in the nooks of bookcases,
in cars parked under trees,
in his reflection in the rear mirror
as he glances to see you
walk past with your heels too high,
and smile too giddy.

but that wasn't love.
love is mutually shared.

sometimes you fall in love
and it will hurt worse than that time
you broke your wrist.
you will shake with tremors
of madness and you will
remember his name.

it's like hearing a song
you haven't listened to in years.
something jogs your memory
and you still remember the lyrics.
you will list his hobbies,
his favourite colour, with
perfect memory.

anon, you keep finding love,
and you keep losing it,

but be patient, please.
when you are ready
tell love to come another day.
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 Jun 2016 JRL
mk
cry into wilderness,
only the wolves howl back
alone.
can't do this anymore.
 May 2016 JRL
Creepstar
Proposal
 May 2016 JRL
Creepstar
Perfect curves
Perfect face
Perfect mind
Imperfections,not a trace

Perfect smile
Perfect eyes
Perfect voice
That tells no lies

I love you more
Than words can say
Please be my wife?
If you may
Daisy,will you marry me?
 May 2016 JRL
mk
15.04.
 May 2016 JRL
mk
i asked God to surround me with good company-
i lost all my 'friends'

i asked God for somewhere to call home-
*i found you.
-you are my prayer.
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This weekend I went to Vina, CA to visit the Trappist/Cistercian monks there. We were able to pray with them during their 7 times daily:
3:30 AM Vigils
6:30 AM Lauds, 6:50 AM Mass
9:05 AM Terce
12:15 PM Sext
1:55 PM None
5:45 PM Vespers
7:35 PM Compline

A very wonderful way to spend the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ! I was able to read the whole New Testament except the Gospels, now on to those!
May God bless you and keep you, and may he let His face shine upon you, and give you peace ~Numbers 6:24
she says we can't
and I guess that's okay
I don't have a choice,
but that doesn't mean I don't love her anymore.
I love her so much.
I want to melt her heart just once.
just once
I want to kiss her
just once
I want to know what it feels like
to be loved by her
though, I can't,
that is my dream,
and I don't want to let that dream be just a dream.
She is so beautiful.
Like, ****.
She is perfect.
Even when she is tired,
when she is hyper,
and...
even when stealing clay.
she is everything to me.
I love talking to her,
being with her.
Always.
I know she doesn't want me.
she can't I guess.
But I want her so bad.
I can't stop believing.
someday we could be.
But reality says,
"she doesn't like me"
I love her.
So much.
Tell me,
what can I do?
I want to win her heart,
even though she wants another guy to have it.
She is perfect.
she is perfect
I say sorry so much,
because
I don't want to mess anything up,
I always mean it
I love the way she is.
I don't know what to do about this?
I really can't do anything.
But I think,
Zach,
you're in love.
But Zach,
I really don't know if she is in love with you.
I have no idea if there is something wrong with me.
She won't tell me.
But something keeps me going.
I just...i don't even know.
I hope she knows this is for her.
I don't know if you like this,
I'm sorry
I just want you to know,
I like you so much.
Please,
just know.
*please read this,
you,
the girl I like
to her.
 May 2016 JRL
Carlie Richardson
I love you.

And sometimes I wish I didn't.

Because waking up without you isn't the same.
Am I really sleeping if I'm screaming your name?
You're in all my dreams,
And I'm scared to fall asleep.
I don't wanna see you if I can't ever hold you again.

The last time I saw you,
You were out with your friends.
You completely ignored me.
It hurt all over again.
My bones rattled,
And my heart sighed..
When you walked away,
I died inside.

You left and didn't even take a glance back.
But I always check my mirrors when I'm driving.
Sometimes I see you behind me,
And I'll stomp the breaks.
Only to look up to see your face.
But then it vanishes,
Just like you did.
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