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The Chair
One day, maybe
I shall abandon my chair
My throne of thrones
My hidden lair

But alas, tis a single chair
Not a couch, or soft settee
I cannot thrive whilst i'm alone
Only coming alive, in company

My chair has been my single comfort
For over six years
My only companion
Are my silent tears

My remaining, and constant desire
Is my heart to share
But destined to remain
Alone in my chair

by Jemia
 Jul 2021 Jennifer DeLong
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Thank you for letting me know that I could still fall,

that I could still smile at the simplest things— like good morning and good night texts

or stupid selfies and corny jokes

And while it didn't work out between with us,

now I know my heart could still fall and flutter and love

And maybe one day, it will again
 Jun 2021 Jennifer DeLong
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
Anything there is worn out, torn apart
As much as there is, unlucky
Delete, in this new dawn
Wash your mind, with sunshine.

Oh human, promise now
As long as you remain in this earth
Will be motivated in human service
Be it spring, winter, monsoon, or drought.

Remain devoted to humanity
By taking this promise
Promote humanity
No one can be despised.

Hey, extend the hand of harmony
Around allover the society
Be reputed in action
Cheers spread in all corners.
Life!
That is an undeclared war
Contaminated with speed imbalance.

Life!
That is crammed with illusory fantasies
Not with any beginning, not with any end
There is no feeling or affection.

Life!
That is implicit in the shadow of indirect imperfections
Falling into the rage of unwanted thoughtlessness
Inactively exists.

Life!
That is an uninvited guest
Does not obey any prohibition, does not have any genre
Does not follow any time frame.
GREN fell,
But I’m still standing.

When you remember me,
Do not whine and whimper;
Do not shed tears of sorrow;
Do not lament over my departure.

I am in your fond thoughts;
I am in your large pulsating hearts;
I am in the air that you effortlessly breathe;
I am the cadence of your daily lives.

Remember me by my story,
Remember me by my smile,
Remember me by my journey,
Remember me by the work that I left behind.

Be thankful for my life.
Be thankful.
Be thankful.
Be thankful.
Today marks the 4th anniversary of the Grenfell tower fire in London UK. This poem is dedicated to the honour of Khadija Saye's legacy and the other victims of the Grenfell tower fire.
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