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 Jun 2016 Loreana
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Quote
 Jun 2016 Loreana
DET
"Sometimes we gotta go through the pain to experience the happiness."
                                              -D.E.T.
Copyright © 2016 D.E.T All Rights Reserved
 Jun 2016 Loreana
DET
Bittersweet
 Jun 2016 Loreana
DET
By:D.E.T

Moment of bittersweet
I can still inhaled your burning essence

Without your presences
Hits the moment of bittersweet

I replay the moment when you embrace
Your hands on leaving a trace

Leaving me a half broken
Yet, it made me realize that your essence is frozen

My sense combust
And clutch
In this microcos melt

Leaving
Putting me in a state of grieving
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 Jun 2016 Loreana
DET
Final love letter
Before
Death
Retains the last breathe

Silver moon shines
Twinkling brilliant glitter

Discolor blossom
Adorning till the last sunset
Till the skylight cracks
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 Jun 2016 Loreana
David Ehrgott
Poems are lazy they
lie down horizontally
sleepy poem, sleep nice
 Jun 2016 Loreana
Denel Kessler
Zero
 Jun 2016 Loreana
Denel Kessler
I have been
nothing before
and while I prefer
to be something
to you
zero
is a perfect circle
the beginning
the end
one seamless strand
made whole
 Jun 2016 Loreana
A Lopez
A smile for a while
A grin for a time
A laugh, one chuckle
No money for a rhyme-----
D
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N
B
  E
L
  O
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A poet goes
Hoping to get just one
View---- a poet is born
By the millisecond
A window of
opportune.
Some poets dream
Of Mars
Some the stars, sun and moon.
Some are rich and some are poor-----
Some have houses
Yet no money for a bedroom door
Some poets write with pens
Others write with their teeth,
Other poet's write with pain and excite
Some poets write rapping streets
Some poets write of amor, some write of drug use
Of their future's in store.
Some poets write for fun and play
Some write of their deaths
Some in June and may
Some poet's change their lives
As others write sweet lullaby's
Some poets are me and you
The someone's are somebody's
That someone is you.
 Jun 2016 Loreana
David Ehrgott
My mother didn't have a television
nobody did
because their weren't any
until someone had a vision

to bring radio to life

radio singers and soap opera players
circus acts
and vaudeville comedians

all came together in one box

After that there was only one
thing left to do
and that was

go to the moon
Walking in dim thoughts
with the sound of rain outside.
The dripping pattern takes
me on a pitter-patting journey.
I'm neither here, nor there,
and yet somewhere
I must be.
Craving to be healthy,
in mind, body and soul.
Content perhaps?
Aware of who I am
and who I will
always be.
Is anyone like this?
Really?
Or are we a collected
mass of android
arms reaching
lamely for
robot parts?
Artificial emotions that
fester out like
***** mud shoes left
in the hallway.
We yawn internally
to avoid the truth
that we are bored
with one another.

Raindrops continue, as
does my doubting heart
as it wraps around
the possibility of
funerals and
Requiem Masses.
Long faces and
sighing masking
the indifference
of striving.
Together in mood
but far apart
in disposition.

Carry on, rain,
carry on. Slip
your wetness
against the dry spell
of my perception.
I can see. Or, I can
close my eyes to
imagine that the
tomorrow of thought
becomes the infested
reality I will be living.

I spend too many
careless storms wishing
for other days to arrive.
Whispers the heart, insisting and so soft,
"Life goes on. Death is not dying."
Faith, that is the message. Let His
will be done, however it works out.

Fears are there. Yes, they can consume.
They can strangle and inhibit the
very will to walk on. Ease them away,
He walks with you, soothing and firm.

We rumble through our eggshells,
rushing through buildings of steel.
Pushing, shoving, important in
our unimportance. Unbalanced.

We eat too much and love far
too little. Strain ours ears to
hear gossip and slander. Be
the image we pretend to be.

These are of such insignificance.
They are bottles of nothing, with
shaded glass. Emblems of issues
that are manufactured. Unfeeling.

The truth is in Him. When we
face trials of aggravations, tears
of lost hope, that is when we
need His care the most. Forgiven.

He has always been. He will
always be. He will glide the
care of the body if you give
Him the word. Yes, He answers.

So to Jesus, I appeal. I put my
trust and my fate. Though
blocked in fear, still I marvel,
that He is there for me. Amen.
 Jun 2016 Loreana
David Ehrgott
I saw a bunch of poets
on a line
at the Avalon
in San Francisco

They looked so tired
So, I approached them
then stated
"you guys look beat"

but, at a closer glance
they were just ******

Allen was there
with Corso and Ferlinghetti
Bukowski was around the corner
trading his wife for cigarettes

again
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