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 Mar 2020 kate
Micah G
If I am Empty
 Mar 2020 kate
Micah G
If I am empty, lad
Then I must be fillable
And forsaken land
Then I am still tillable
So hand me a pint
And I’ll drink the tankard full
And we’ll be on our merry way
 Mar 2020 kate
Micah G
Why
 Mar 2020 kate
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 Mar 2020 kate
Logan Robertson
His Make Believe Love

Below his mind a mermaid sits
Aglow of love only for thee
Hello he cast these words to her
Forego the tides and reel with me

She looks back up with laughing  eyes
Glee burst furthest from his bubble
See his mind's altar be empty
Be his scales short of  a couple

Logan Robertson

2/08/2020
Lento poem-2 quatrains. First word in each line rhyme. The last word in the second and fourth rhyme. Inspired and interests piqued by Dearheart's sponsorship of a poetry contest at PS that required the lento form. Truth be, this is my first try at one. (8 syllables a line).
 Mar 2020 kate
Carlo C Gomez
Shell casings strewn
On a rooftop
A grassy knoll
An underground garage
This is what ensues
When you hate the man
In front of you in line
And he happens
To step into Texas
 Mar 2020 kate
Whit Howland
such as the casual wayward
glance

across the room
then

eyes locked

like padlocks
to a bridge in Paris


Whit Howland © 2020
Some sentimental sap.
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