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in miracles,
Every breath I take in itself
is a miracle.
13/2/2025
 Feb 13 Nylee
Sophia
Collector of moments
tethered by time,
picking the fruits of life
for as long as I’m here.

Discovering only
after biting into:
whether sweetness or bitterness
lies on the tongue?
 Feb 13 Nylee
Manx Pragna
In the "loneliness",
I find connection.
In the "boredom",
I find fulfillment.
In the "silence",
I find serenity.

Why aren't you at peace?
 Feb 12 Nylee
Bekah Halle
I put a banana in my coat pocket
This morn, in haste, while jobing.
Forgot, did I, until this arvo,
The smell o’er ripe left me throbbing.
 Feb 11 Nylee
Agnes de Lods
An ethereal Goddess,
she can hold their hand,
and walk beside them,
never behind nor ahead.

She gives her soothing warmth,
until the time comes,
then she calmly and slowly,
sets them free in silence
with deep understanding.

Why should she try to keep them?
Why? Only those who wish to stay
don’t leave when the starless night flows.
She won’t fill their deep, immense void,
nor quench their aching hunger,
if they fail to see her true essence and value.
 Feb 11 Nylee
Clay Micallef
Your poetry is so
pure so unique
you never let
sadness stand
in your way
you hold onto hope
like it means something
I want to break into
your golden thoughts
where honesty and
your secrets meet
your words hide
between the lips of
a lovers kiss
there is blackness
across the sky
I underline the stories
that fill your eyes
everything moves
away eventually
and you know how
I hate goodbyes …
Clay.M
 Feb 11 Nylee
Marshal Gebbie
Laden with thought and beetled of brow
Who midst you recognize me now?
Who midst you, venture forth to this place
Where the wealth and the egos broadcast disgrace.

Wherefore the justice, wherefore restraint
Check out the frontage, graffitied with paint.
Who stole the payroll, who cut the power?
Who saw the ******* that shat in the shower?

See the disorder flooding the town
Whilst the Cops and Councilors shrug and frown.
Traffic is chaos, Sirens galore
Screaming downtown, foot flat to the floor,

Trains running late all the planes on the ground
With the trash piling up in heaps all around.
Pipes full of mullock and taps that don't run
And out of the pub runs a fool with a gun?

The Boss sits on high with his thumb up his ***
Complaining the ****** of this town have no class?
Now whosoever claims they're in charge
Of this dog running bedlam amok in discharge....

Obscene-ness here has stolen the cash
Hysterically laughin' whilst smokin' hash.
It's gone to the dogs, my dear old town
No reason in Hell...why I'll stick around.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
1 February 2025
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