I'm just allowed to read 5 poems. I can't scroll down for  more.
I don't know what mistake I've made for Eliot to close the door.
I know I'm not the only one with no access to the index
Which I consulted constantly from forgetfulness and reflex.
Is there some way to make amends and put things back to right
Or are we all to drop our pens and fade into the night.

Will Eliot do something new and leave us on our own
Or are his plans a secret - totally to us unknown
Will Hello Poetry ever come back and be the way it's been
If we should lose our access it would be the gravest sin
I've offered Elliot a check instead of monthly nicks
But I've not had a word from him - up to his usual tricks.

I'll keep submitting what I write and see if it's displayed
And if it  never does appear, sadly I will be dismayed
If I am not the only one facing this conundrum
Let me have a word or two and tell me who it's from.
Then I won't feel I've crossed a line and there's no hope for me
And all together we will wait to see what we can see.

when I scroll, nothing loads
is it just me, or like all?
this portal, has it gotten old
it is so difficult with poetry haul.

I am so filled with the feeling
the sensation of being in turmoil
Inwardly, I do anything and I recoil
In the intense ***, internally I boil
the thoughts, they create delusion
and desires tend to make me fall
its the ground zero, I could only crawl
But this reality is self constructed
You have a superpower, to rise above
Your mind plays, the normal ways
bring up the courage, anyhow
because if you change, the world around transforms
it's all happening for reason, wait for the next season.

I give away the negativity in me
it's like all electrons released from me
So much hatred consumed by me
my tension lines, a permanent mark
all given away back to universe
Now with the breath I take
it's like a serene change in the weather
soothing winds coming, blowing my shoulder and hair
now I am imprisoned no more by my mind
I see things as they are, the bits of beauty in nature
When I check inwards, with eyes closed
inhaling and exhaling, the essentials in living
I swim across like an observer
discovering the inner valleys of the soul
Clearly making ways to the bright light
the eternal source of delight
it's like walking towards it is the only goal.

Ego is feeling that I and me,
and I am my enemy.
It is so surreal and clear,
the war is ahead of me
quite against me to be.