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 Jul 2020 mera
Satsih Verma
Behind your time
assassin walks
I will sit in a wake.

You had many
faces. The slave value
was increasing.

The impact craters
were coming up in dark
morning of realization.

Harmony suffers.
Explosions come from sky, as
if two stars have collided.

The frail peace
always grieves at the end
of the embraces.
 Jul 2020 mera
Satsih Verma
In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.

O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.

To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?

It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.

No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.
 Jul 2020 mera
wordvango
What night?
 Jul 2020 mera
wordvango
What night
Has the day worked long
And hard for
To bring the sparkly sky
A rest
In glory?
 Jul 2020 mera
wordvango
Provident the essential beauty of a long sip of her in the moonlight
Drink I did and fell head over heels
In elemental drunken eye splendor
 Jul 2020 mera
Erin Riley
My Child
 Jul 2020 mera
Erin Riley
There I am,
running wild.
Free
as the
dandelion seeds
dancing in the air,
nestling into the earth
to make
my dreams
grow
true.
 Jul 2020 mera
William J Donovan
Chess pieces off the board.
Playing in the park in shade
of oaks dropping Fall's leaves.
They lie stiff under sheets in
foreign fields loved ones won't
recognize in tears and sobs and
prayers of despair to a deaf God.
Death ends the games tonight.
 Jun 2020 mera
Simpleton
Now I think
 Jun 2020 mera
Simpleton
Now that I look back
A feeling of daunting realisation sinks my stomach
Every incident you've ever told me about
I no longer see you as the victim
I wonder why I had so much sympathy
Now that you've done to me what you did to them
I think
Maybe it was you all along
Maybe you were the chaos
But I took you in my arms
Comforted you
And soothed your arrogance
Mistaking it for hurt

So who is the one at fault?
Now that I think about it
I was wrong about you all along
 Jun 2020 mera
Bea Burnett
A circle so soft,
I wept tears of happiness,
Finally I’m home.
I’d never felt so loved
 Jun 2020 mera
Dante Rocío
One of the signs
of someone’s Poetry
in their veins
is seeing more light
in the night than day.
Dormant kitchen’s & boiling room’s
machines
emitting sounds
of twinkling stars
and water
Comes when you walk these night-house corridors alongated and pondered by your own thoughts
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