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I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
upon this computer
and through my lack of diligence and
practice
and by playing around with commands
on the menu
I somehow managed to erase the poem
forever.
believe me, such a thing is difficult to do
even for a novice
but I somehow managed to do
it.

now I don't think this 3-pager was immor-
tal
but there were some crazy wild lines,
now gone forever.
it bothers more than a touch, it's some-
thing like knocking over a good bottle of
wine.

and writing about it hardly makes a good
poem.
still, I thought somehow you'd like to
know?

if not, at least you've read this far
and there could be better work
down the line.

let's hope so, for your sake
and
mine.
who
Who decides about what is pretty
if what really is beautiful
is the ability
to see the incredibility
in every single
grain of dust?
 May 2017 Richard Grahn
carissa
I use a fake name one to which If you see me you´d never find me.
Its almost like a game of hide and seek, where you never search,
I have used this name on every online profile and book I have made,
almost wishing you would figure me out and know along It was me,
I spent days dwelling on what seems to be a fake person all the way through,
But I still hold on to something close named you.
his smile isnt much to them but to me its my everything
 May 2017 Richard Grahn
Onoma
Don't exaggerate the price
paid to meet the pay off.
Ms. Magdalene oiled up a
pair of great feet only after
turning a blind eye too many,
to forced entries.
No sooner.
If you give pain a false address,
no one will visit.
They'll leave sentimentally
orphaned flowers at wrong doors.
You won't even answer your own
door knocking on itself, you hide.
As time chisels your sacrificial altar...
candles huddle closer and closer
for warmth, even as they burn.
Surrounded by answered prayers,
growing hungry for acknowledgement.
 May 2017 Richard Grahn
JS Clark
The spires are built--
Erected by prideful men.
My pride lies in YOU!!
 May 2017 Richard Grahn
Star BG
And as I take breath, my heart expands to SMELL.
Rainbows I SEE, as tidal wave for peace anchors.
I TOUCH the moment to dance with smile,
Oh what honor it is to SPREAD, love, and compassion.
as I bow to SHARE in oneness.
Bow to all, as love fills the air,
and humanity awakens.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Ted Black
Let us hire a taxi and roam the entire galaxy.
We are two lost stars trying to light up the dark.
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