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 Oct 2018 Kurt Carman
Stu Harley
oh
lord
the
sweet
storm rain
cleanse
our
souls
at
the
temple gate
upon
kilpatrick hill
be blessed
i am sitting here missing you,
wishing you would put me back in your hands
and play me.

slide your bow across my strings,
make beautiful music come from me.

because when you play me,
i am not just a piece
of wood, painted
and glossed to perfection,
but i am more
humane.
 Oct 2018 Kurt Carman
Kenya83
Sometimes just the right words come
At just the right time.
Sometimes it takes a little pain
To realise the gain
Sometimes you forget your worth
And the kindness you deserve
Sometimes, as much as it’s your nature to nurture and to fix
You can’t offer light when you’re broken in to bits
i will wait up for you
i will kiss you at the front door
i will rub your back until you fall asleep
we will walk down tree-lined streets
in cities that are new to me and old to you
we will hold hands on trains, in museums
for years, until there are permanent tan lines
on our fragile, well-lived knuckles
we will find rest in one another
on long days, on slow days
together, you and i
sun squares on the hardwood
the morning robins
and you.
 Oct 2018 Kurt Carman
Aditya Roy
Floating on the water
Fleeting sense of balance
Fleeing life
To bring peace to my life
 Oct 2018 Kurt Carman
savspoetry
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
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