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 Mar 2023 Polar
Thomas W Case
When the urge
to react to the
tactless clowns,
and
down looks like
up,
and life's teeth
are sharper than
a steak knife,
breathe,
and take a
sacred pause
 Dec 2022 Polar
Mystic Ink Plus
If you are entering
The Writer's zone
Bear in mind

They will bound you
By their illustrious words
Highlighting the mysteries
You seek
Framing the immortal soul
Transcending vivid images
Idolizing an abstract
As a metaphor
As a prose
Claused by semicolon
Detailed by comma
A version of reality
And there exists
A you

And you will be
No ordinary
Then after
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Are You Ready?
 Sep 2022 Polar
Maddy
Baby Turtles
 Sep 2022 Polar
Maddy
So Tiny and determined
With every bit of energy will make it into the ocean
Cheering the little ones on
Go,Baby Turtle

C@rainbowchaser 2023
 Sep 2022 Polar
Stephen E Yocum
We don't control our own lives,
we pretend we do, but that is
merely a wishful self-deception.
Even human life happens not
unlike our riding a rollercoaster.
we are merely up and down
passengers with no control, on
board for the duration, at the
Whims of Fate, and recent
good maintenance of all the
equipment.
"Sanskrit has 96 words for love; ancient Persian has 80, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling. Eskimos have 30 words for snow, because it is a life-and-death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately. If we had a vocabulary of 30 words for love ... we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it comes to feeling." - Robert Johnson, "The Fisher
King and the Handless Maiden"
I wish I had 96 words to describe how much I love this
 Sep 2022 Polar
Sam Tate
Silent
 Sep 2022 Polar
Sam Tate
Sometimes, the words don’t come.

The consistent stream of consciousness, ceases.

I am left with nothing to say.

There is a beauty in the broken mind.

Like an abandoned building taken by nature.

It is not that my mind does not work.

It is that it works too fast,

And I am left behind,

Scrabbling in the dust,

Desperately seeking a connection,

In the discarded fragments of thought.

I am fighting a losing battle.

I fear the white flag will soon arise.

And signal the end.
 Sep 2022 Polar
Eshwara Prasad
Why are kind people leaving us so quickly?
Have they found a world devoid of human suffering?
 Sep 2022 Polar
Luna
Poets
 Sep 2022 Polar
Luna
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
 Sep 2022 Polar
Lexie
Pages
 Sep 2022 Polar
Lexie
Press me against you
Like flowers in a book
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