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Enter the lair

Of a cloudless grenadine

Misty branches of sun

On the outer marker

And in their place

A strawberry moon

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they die
you don't
that's pain
Wee
A flickering street lamp
Fedora and a black thin tie

that's all I get in my
dreams

an occasional shot glass
filled with perfect cubes

and a splash of something
dark to drink

maybe
For Frank
Morse Code
or no code at all

life is noise

and no one tells you
what and what not to listen to

right now the sun's rays
are piercing

the gray fluff of a former
Nimbus cloud
A word painting with a straight forward message.
I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist,
I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine?
And we have group projects, my least favorite thing,
except perhaps, having a gym class.

The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there?

Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters.
I felt left out, but no one openly pointed at me.

Next, I expect to see bubblegum patch vests, skate-fit jeans and leopard-appliqué flats.

Between us, I’ve gotten old, and lost what little fashion game I had.
Now I’m modulated, that is, I’m over over-Indulgence.

When I pictured myself in college, ***, what, a half a decade ago?
I imagined myself in a Lime Fizz Dress from Modcloth.
THAT never happened—which is all for the good.

School and by extension - school work - is definitely happening.
It’s not all studying while drinking back-to-back espressos at sunrise.

This week’s assignments due are: a ‘reflective assignment’ on qualitative research methods, a policy memo, a case analysis, and a group presentation. Argh.

So if you don’t hear from me—I haven’t been deported—I’m just oppressed.
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Songs for this:
This is Why by Paramore
Lauren by Men I Trust
Margaret by Pomegranate tea [E]
*Urban Outfitters is a US, 'lifestyle retailer' (a clothing store) that features medium priced, trendy, youthful, and eclectic clothes.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                     Pushkin the Poetic Cat

Long, lean, and lanky, he slithers like a snake
In blue-grey fur; he makes the mousies quake

But I haven’t seen him in several days
He roams the woods and fields, he hunts, he strays

He’s proud and brave, my handsome Russian Blue -
Did he cross claws with a treacherous Chartreux?

Did they exchange hisses at just ten paces
Does his little corpse lie in wild snowy spaces?

I hope his life hasn’t ended like that
For I very much miss my dear little cat
Pushkin-Cat
The year 2023 ended on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine
and obstructed efforts
to throw them a lifeline

They ought to have long halted this ethnic cleansing
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their poor apartments

I'm not just griping for nothing,
the scenario is too bloodied
and gripping for sure,
Doctors go wiping off blood
as babies are rushed
dripping with gore
to hospitals tripping
with casualties galore
All humane hearts with any humanity
crushed and shaken to the core
Too appalling and harrowing
as brutal bullies
go carpet bombing them,
razing all to the floor
For all peaceful tender hearts
all this an eyesore.

Condemn them with solemn hearts
for this malicious apartheid,
for this atrocious genocide
It's been going on since ages
filling history's pages
It's no fair war that wages

Babies and women weild no military weapons
Stop them massacring the wearers of baby bibs in cribs
or moms and matrons in aprons .

Hey Mr. Biden, bid them lay arms down in armistice
A call for ceasefire is the needed advice

Our  minds by now filled to the brim
with images too horrible and grim
It's not just a conflict when pain is inflicted
far more on innocent already afflicted !

Poor folks running helter skelter
for there really is no safe shelter.

Palestinians have become the bullies' bulls eye
who for their own land are made to die!

Israel acts so brutally, it wants to push and shove,
bomb civilians from above
and expects the Palestinians
to react with love and be the peaceful dove??

Failure to protect Palestinian human rights and delaying ceasefire, a major fiasco
by the international organisation UNESCO
which claims to be a protector of human rights


Who but tyrants destroy humble homesteads with warheads?
Poor Palestinians stumble and tumble over their dead.

We mourn and cry the deaths of civilians and
soo many Muslims and non Muslims have expressed solidarity with the suppressed, oppressed and repressed Palestinians.

Hey, worldly super powers
End war and their diaspora
End the massacre
End the occupation
That's my heart bleeding
in poetic anaphora

Gaza's gazelles had been nice to the refugee crocodiles 
and then those ingrates showed them only vile wiles,

God's eyes and the global gaze is on Gaza now,
in the smoky haze,
as tyrants set homes ablaze
and erase lives and ways.

Palestinians don't deserve extermination
but rather emancipation!
So respect their existence
or expect resistance!
(Israeli prime minister said they are raining hellfire on Palestinians. But we as muslims know that killers of innocent civilians will burn in a much larger doomsday hellfire for a much longer time. . [26/10, 12:31] ....:
Palestinian death toll estimated at 20000 civilians killed now!)

Date: 12/28/2023 11:57:00 AM

(A credible, just and trustworthy hero, Miko Peled as a son of the Israeli general himself who deflected from the brutal regime condemned the zionist regime. What more proof against israeli terrorism than testimony of its own zionist son??. I posted this on international American poetry sites with videos showing clearly so it had more footage, here YouTube videos don't show up well
 Nov 2024 Maria Mitea
Nemusa
For it was not anger but sorrow—
At the Abandonment—laid bare—
The dandelion—blown to pieces—
Wishes scattered—everywhere.

She could hear their Thoughts—their Fears—
A chorus—soft—yet sharp—
She wished to hide inside herself—
A hollow—without a harp.

Self-medication’s quiet needle—
Addiction’s velvet glove—
She yearned for Home—but found illusion—
A mirage—far from Love.

She stared into the blank horizon—
Falling—farther still—
A call for asylum—ghostly scribes—
No cure for her ill will.

They stopped questioning the Overdose—
What happens—must occur—
We take precautions—but in the end—
The void—we will still endure.

He lied—his promises dissolving—
No Trust resides in Truth—
Sabotaged—her fragile Being—
An existence—gone uncouth.

The grace of a lone sparrow falters—
Circles—spiraling near—
Yet never reaching—centers hollow—
 Nov 2024 Maria Mitea
Ken Pepiton
Sculpted faces,
aging drama queens,

all the world's stages, this
is after those, these depths
of despair, where no pieces fit,

Kintsugi, fractured flash bulb scene,

an instamatic moment, a Kodak memory.
Hollywood Blvd... just a photomatic meme function we can use... while imagining converting vhs to mp4, before it's more plastic in the sea.
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