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Capped in a can,
trapped by the man
and sold down the river,
I should have known better.

Getting it right
reading into the night takes much longer, but I'm making the coffee a bit stronger to help keep things moving.

And the days keep on shifting
I'm drinking a fifth in a quarter
of the time.
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Antony Glaser
He came to the home as a wispy shadow
through the rusty keyhole
having lost direction on the way
opening the door
he found that read letters don't grow very well

He sought goodness
in spite of knowing where the weeds grew
In the thick of the fight
he succumbed to being the anti-hero
but a metaphor in the voidness of
the facing night
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dilshé
Presence isn't felt
though days pass
& glaciers melt.
time is hypothetical
unless each tic is eyed
-  highly unethical.
The ebb & flow of life
deception at its best
realization is the knife
that cuts the moments thread.
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Antony Glaser
With a suitcase in the hall
the lady is leaving, Sunday
mingled in her uncertainty
is a goodbye to all those morrows,
with lush eyeliner,
she said she was a stranger to love
and in the morning,
she returned to her child within,
and in her sad longing
the rain relented.
soothing sound
of falling falls
through evergreen forest you flow.
calming echoes in the mind
silver streams
through golden fields you go
To everlasting seas of blues.
Giving peace of mind.

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it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that, he said.   does this mean it is autumn now? it is such a pretty room.                                                                  ­                                         yellow.
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Carlo C Gomez
Nothing to see here,
turn the volume down.

Commercials are a gravel pit,
these channels, toy guns

--they shoot muddy water
in your eye.

I'd rather a quiet night
cleaning the ducts
of my conscience.

The night is hopelessly
concerned for the ozone.

My fluffless pillows are clouds
in a pay-per-view sky,

Too wound up in its
binge watching of *** in Egypt
to care about the sun's wrath.

Look! My hot next door neighbor
is exercising in the **** again,
with the curtains wide open.

I'll watch her instead...
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Carlo C Gomez
~
Inundate your love
for this sacred village,
on bended knee,
facing the freshet,
supplicated hands pressed together,
one of grace, one of charity,
lips of sweet euphony,
whispering into the morning sun,
a language deep and pounding
inside your heart's timpani,
abiding like unsheltered waters
that nourish the vine

~
Capel Celyn was a rural community to the north west of Bala in Gwynedd, Wales, in the Afon Tryweryn valley. The village and other parts of the valley were flooded in 1965 to create a reservoir, Llyn Celyn, in order to supply Liverpool and Wirral with water for industry. Capel is Welsh for chapel, while celyn is Welsh for holly.
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Ciel Noir
I look at my past
and I look away
that wasn't me
that's what I say

that wasn't me
but if that's so
then tomorrow
who will I be?

it is almost
as if to say
that I only exist
today

I want to stay
I want to be
that's why I must say
that was me
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