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 Jan 2022 Prevost
Thomas W Case
This sickness has
derailed me.
I've scaled back on
the things that
matter most.
Life has become
askew.
I'm tangled up in
blue and red lines,
back against the
fence.
I'm frozen and febrile.
Insecticide burns on
my spirit.
Pesticide in my lungs.
I'm sick of all
these chemicals.
They are in my dreams,
and in my bones.
Maybe, she is the infection...
Never mind, it's just Covid 19.
I tested positive for Covid yesterday.
 Jan 2022 Prevost
Bogdan Dragos
the last time they
saw him
happy
was when he told them about
that weird dream
he had
in which wine
poured from the tap in
his kitchen

and that
was it

he had nothing else
in life to
be happy about

They didn’t need to
ask his
profession

Somehow they
all knew
he was a
poet
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fray narte
to love all of you within the noiseless half of a sigh is a time-swept fever dream stirring in my fists — part firework smoke, part lavenders, part quiet, cautious limerence. how you enchant and unsettle me — i run high and aimless, and free fall in seconds. i am smitten. desperate. love-sick. wordless now, for all i care, darling — i'll leave all of my poems strewn in your bed, like a girl shedding her mortality before a goddess in her truest form.


to disrupt this is a human blunder. to bask in it, divine. ♡
repeat

that

i don’t paint like you

or you

&

need to convince myself

that

that

is ok
Some poets write in captious verse
With  meanings hidden and often terse
Making readers want to curse
Through lips that they in anger purse
With thoughts of mayhem that they nurse
Of poets carried in a hearse
To fates that go from bad to worse
       ljm
BLT's Challenge from Merriam Webster.  Lazy Lori writes again
 Jan 2022 Prevost
Carlo C Gomez
The horizon is less
a mystery now
and split down the middle
I won't take sides
to a war wrapped
tightly around
this pretty little future
but for some
inexplicable reason
I can't take
my eyes off of it
I wait for your call
Every evening that goes by
To create a poem
 Jan 2022 Prevost
Edmund black
Have you ever seen
A rose unfolds
To embrace the morning sun?

If you haven’t,
Once in awhile
take a moment
To witness her brilliance

It’s like a woman’s heart
That slowly unfold to unveil her secrets,

Grace her with the attention she deserves
you’ll see, she is more than a rose ,
That goes beyond
The allure of her velvet skin,

Her face is a mirror
For you to see beyond your horizons

Her mind is a classroom
For you to dance off beats
Until her music consumes you whole

Gaze into the depth,
Of her eyes
You’ll see.
She is filled with mysteries ,
Rich with magical moments


If you’re beautiful and shine bright
Like a bumblebee,
Plumb deeper into the beauty of her depth, there
You’ll find the treasure of her soul

And
If you’re tender enough
Show kindness and compassion
To keep her grounded as desires
instead of disturbing her peace
for your own selfish reasons

She will open up to you,  always
She will be there for you,  always
Her brilliance will keep you smiling
And coming back for more, always

Claim her or leave her
Love her or deny yourself
The possibility to be bound and still, free.
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