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Klaus Feb 2
“Sunrise used the night's darkness
and massacred the stars in front of their mother's eyes (moon)

The court of the galaxy has sentenced him to death

You can watch the execution at sunset time.”


Sunset used the dusk’s dark, burnt orange
& beautiful breeze
to distract, and cloud
the court of her deceitful deeds

But a new dawn will rise
and the sun will shine a crisp, clear, blue truth through the clouds  
and the morning’s mist...

Case dismissed!!👩‍⚖️⚖️👨‍⚖️
A friend "Sunset" (from Iran, not a native speaker) wrote an incredible poem accusing/condemning the sunrise of ******! She asked for, but nobody initially defended

[Even though I do prefer sunsets... as an American we’re told all people are supposed to be treated “innocent until proven guilty” and that everyone has the right to an attorney and fair trial.] You choose who is guilty!
Klaus Jan 31
Don’t hesitate.
Don’t forget to participate

If two things fit
That’s it!
This poem was made in tandem with an Iranian named Turtle
  Jan 7 Klaus
On silken wings and silken strings
the garden doth awake
and from their beds those sleepy heads
their petals gently shake
a snail or two say how are you
as bumblebees take wing
to nectar sweet with sticky feet
as skylarks start to sing
a ladybug sleeps yet so snug
beneath a quilted leaf
her dreams untold as wings unfold
as earthworms crawl beneath
the ants at work refuse to shirk
they have no time to play
and cabbage whites like stars at night
take flight and fly away
the field mouse and wooded louse
attract the watchful eye
of tawny owl and feathered fowl
that own the morning sky
a homeward cat puts pay to that
no bird is fool enough
to try to land where danger stands
All teeth and claws called Fluff
so morrow breaks and nature wakes
and soon enough will we
but until then this land of men
is theirs so naturally
Klaus Jan 7
Like the juice of June’s strawberries,

Your words gush through my soul
Breaking down all cells of rationale

but there is no sweet syrup
That can diminish the bitter taste
     of humility
& embarrassment
from these shaking lips

You make an old soul
  feel like a silly young boy
picking raspberries alone....
Klaus Jan 6
I’m beguiled;

Babbling, blathering, hot, bothered & bursting!

My heart

& sends a surge of boiling blood through my body
Numbing all rational notions

I’m stumped
I’m beguiled
Klaus Jan 6
To smell your hair
Would mean to be near

To smell your hair
Means we share the same air

To smell your hair
Means we both see clear

To never smell your hair
Is just what I fear
Klaus Jan 6
In the morning
I meander

A quick drag
A sultry sip

In the morning
I meditate,
I meditate
Madness into a makeshift manual

A fresh breath
that lets out a quick crisp snap
and a call to all airs

A jittering jolt
followed by smooth calming hum

In pitch, on cue
Knowing what to do

The poise of a being
Into a day
Take a deep breath
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