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 Dec 2023 life's jump
SleepEasy
I want to greet you and eat with you
Kiss you and share this present I got you
But I don't miss you, and I don't want to meet you
In moments like this, I want to be free from you

Am I hurting you?
Maybe
Are you hurting?
I can't really tell

Sometimes I wish you would change
As I force myself to change around you
Bending over backwards feels deranged
There is nothing much left to be said
 Dec 2023 life's jump
SleepEasy
Love sees things
It goes in all directions
Sometimes it demands
self-sacrifice

It's like a ray of light
A flashlight held in your mind
Uncovering, illuminating
Giving meaning to life

The world is messed up
It's ugly and *****
If you give it some love
you can start making arrangements

I am so very tired
of hiding my love
Each time I do
I feel like I'm lying

And my heart starts racing
And my stomach starts hurting
I implode into myself
But love demands sacrifice
The iodine of lapsed desires
The sting clinches my strength
The cold claws at my fire
Stealing my gleameth

You walk on by to war
Now I wish you would reappear
But the notes are black on the red eyes of Mars . . .
year after year
 Dec 2023 life's jump
SG Holter
For Erling


Eighteen years is nothing.
Even those that may pass
Between each time we
Meet over coffee
Are hummingbird heartbeats.

Such are the strings between
Brother hearts.
No room for discord;
Life never 'gets in the way', we
Just know:

The stars won't move an inch  
While we live. So let's just
Walk and watch them,  
Even be silent, and in that silence
Do all the catching up

We need:
These could be hurtful times,
But aren't.
As long as you can look up and
Smile at us all, I'm not

Going anywhere.
 Dec 2023 life's jump
SG Holter
Even as dying, I have no time
For bitterness.

Life was too short,
Even before.

Each step holds gratitude for the sound
Of snow beneath it.

For
Now

I carry my passenger
Unburdened.

Say no to nothing. Not
Even the cancer.

Even tomorrow's mother's tears,
Father's clenched fists upon casket;

Flowers; loss. Inevitability.
Death grows inside me.

The opposite of a
Pregnancy.
Some say,
laughter is the
best medicine.
While I have
found that to
be true, it's
become so
cliche.
An axiom I now
live by is that
mushrooms are
the best medicine.
Perception's door opens
wide, and my jaw aches
with laughter.
I can taste blue and
green, and hear
tulips sing lovely
ballads for the
squirrels that have
forgotten where they
buried their nuts.
I train my poems like
circus bears.
They rarely maul me.
And, just between
you and me,
The Birth of
Venus painting that
hangs above my
writing desk vibrates and
pulsates like the
Gulf of Mexico.
That red headed
temptress dances
seductively, long into
the night.
And now,
my kittens think
it's funny to
meow backwards.
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There must be
a hell where
forgotten
words and lines
dwell.
Similes scamper,
lost like beetles.
Bat winged metaphors
fly to that dark
hell of forgotten
poems.
If those wandering
words escape, they are
gone forever.

When I swim in
the ink, and the
writing streak starts,
the prose comes to
me while I try to nap.
Now, I sleep with
pen and paper,
to put the words in
that white paper
prison where they
belong.
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She asked me to write her a poem,
this is what I wrote…

She dreams of winter winds
that blow her breath and smiles
She likes the simple things
like walks, talks and style
and when she asks me for my time
I know she’s only teasing
she knows that without her love
I could not go on singing


For this reason then,
she told me to sing a song
and this is what I sang…

My voice is not the song of kings
nor any angel will heed my cry
But of all the sweetest things I bring
the sound of silence I will try
Not to strangle the loudest tear
or hang a hope of sky
As long as my love she loves me
before the day my love does die


She told me then to tell a tale
one that will never end…

Allow me to turn you into a book
I’ll breathe your story into the breeze
turn the pages of your eyes  
and whisper waves among the seas
Let them leave your soil of sorrow
Let them fill your dug up hole
find some shade within the shadow
where branches green within your soul


She stares weakly at the rest of me,
and asks, “Are there no other words
you keep?”

I look into her dying eyes
words take her final breath

My love lies down to sleep
We are like poems,
we grew from a plot
and rooted ourselves
hydrating and feeding
our poetic seeds through
internet communities.

Each individual poem is a
unique experience and
it brings us together.

I believe words can cure
a broken heart, bandage
a mental bruise and
an emotional wound.

It can cure sadness for a moment too.

It can be a reminder
of the good and bad.

A way to cope with reality
when our minds get lost
in a dream created by society.

I don't fit your mold,
I don't move with the same
flow as you, I don't walk but
I can talk and write poetry.

Are you a robot or
part of society?

Society has tried to breed
stupidity and incompetent
people, but not everyone
follows the flow.

People like me breaks the mold,
oozes out with creativity and
uniqueness like it's a new fashion trend.

We are change,
we are the lessons you have been needing to break free
from societies views of
who they want you to be.

What others want you to be
doesn't matter in the end,
only you hold the key to your
destiny and future.

You don't have to follow the
line when your future is across
the line. All you have to do is
build your own paths and roads.

My foundation is poetry,
it brings me to my future
and reminds me of my past
so I can move forward and heal.

Poetry is my destiny and future
it brings me to the crossroads of
my life so I can ponder upon
my choices and I don't make
bad decisions.

For me poetry is meditation,
a self discovery.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
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