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Standing on the poetry line,
utter a word or redefine,
when we feel it is time
Natural flow,
of energy,
vibration and glow

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
 Oct 2021 Laura Duran
Zoe Mae
Regret
 Oct 2021 Laura Duran
Zoe Mae
I'm sorry I can't give the
love
you feel

I'm sorry I can't feel the
love
you give

I'm sorry for everything
I've done

More so for what
I never did
In my life
I
Encountered
Myriad hurdles
And had/have
My fair share
Of setbacks
Along the way,
But
None of them have
Dissuaded me
From continuing to strive
Nor have they caused me
To consider
Giving up, ever
Instead,
I’ve learned
If I simply
Spread my broken wings
They might allow me the freedom
To soar a few
And fly halfway
On her
Sweet velvet
Flaming red leaves
As I took a glimpse
Into her eyes
Suddenly,
I fall and rest
Oh my,
Such  a beautiful feeling
For the soul,
She feels like fall.
When love gets heavy , there’s no need to fight it….. It’s okay to Fall!!!
 Oct 2021 Laura Duran
Chuck Kean
When Jesus Comes

   It doesn’t matter where you come from
The richest of Hollywood or from the slums
All that matters is what’s in your heart
And soul when Jesus comes

Your decisions take you on your path
And determine what your life becomes
So please choose wisely so you’re in
The right place when Jesus comes

No one is perfect so don’t be quick to judge
We must control the flame of our tongues
Hate has no place in Heaven and it won’t
Be acceptable when Jesus comes

So I pray that you ask for forgiveness
And let his love flow like the River runs
Give thanks and praise so you’ll be
Prepared when Jesus comes

Let there be no doubt when you hear
The trumpets and the drums
That your heart mind and soul are where
They need to be when Jesus comes

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/07/2021
All rights reserved
 Oct 2021 Laura Duran
Alicia
Put on your music, dance alone.
No one is watching let it all go.
Free yourself.
mind, body, spirit one.
 Oct 2021 Laura Duran
Alicia
tight necked
tension held in hardened jaws
invisible hands clasp around throat
years of unspoken words

fingers slide swiftly
endless rhythmic finger pecks
bright screen burning
in dark bedroom corners

letters flow like a faucet
freedom found in syllables
assemble emotion in verse
paper giving a voice

my
skin
slowly
relaxes
obviously, about writing the words I cannot say aloud
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