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Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

A Simillacrum

Writings about Abrahamic figures,
short of quoting from the scriptures
is a man, fearful and striking out.

Is his fear of the destruction of
the systems maintaining his
pecking order place?

Who knows?

Some think maliciousness is funny.
Some think the world should know their names.

#hello #poetry #maliciousness #naming #community #troll #david #boff

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

s•u•m•m•e•r

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Natalie

s•u•m•m•e•r

S-
swelting sun making me sweat
sleeveless shirts are a staple in my closet
skimpy skirts stick closely to my body

U-
urban adventures with underrated friends
unique experiences that are unforgettable
unhappy mother as I arrive home at unfit hours

M-
mainly mall shopping with money i don't have
making my own way, i hate having a job
marking myself down for college courses

M-
muffintops are not part of my bikini body
mornings are the only time it's not blazing hot
math is not in my vocabulary

E-
eating excellent watermelon
easily drifting off to sleep
excited for this evening's events

R-
resting 'round the clock
running from responsibility
rules aren't referring to me

#summer #sun #watermelon #fun #school #math #mom #skimpy #urban

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Count Not the Sands of Time.

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Denis Barter

Count Not the Sands of Time.

Like grains of sand, that slip through the hand:
     Where’s the sense in counting?
Years pass quickly by, so soon we die,
     for sins we’ll be accounting!
Some meek - some bold, times hot - times cold,
     the life that’s ours, too fleeting.
To where winds blow?  No one will know:
     naught but momentary meeting.
We plan - we scheme, we act - we dream,
     all comes to end at death.
Friends met - then lost: we count the cost,
     they’ve drawn their final breath.
We live each day; our chosen way;
     count not the hours we’ve spent.
As some will say, to live each day,
     must be our sole intent.
From Nature’s earth, at dawn of birth,
     ours, but a passing presence.
So count not grains, for Life soon wanes:
     time always of the essence.

Rhymer June 15th, 2018

Had to take a break from the never ending garden work!

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

thinking of Her again

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

laura

thinking of Her again

stop that.
curtailing the rewards of love
around the softness forming on her face
upon the news, you've broken up
and there's not a chance
of feeling any contrition
because you're all about yourself
most of the time, anyways.

She, wrapped in light and acceptance.
you, in the dark, smelling of bark and river
overnight.

thinking of Her again
stop that.

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Either Black Or White

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Kanak Kashyup

Either Black Or White

Under the crimson surface, lie delight memories.
Alluring, admirable, calmer than fulfilled desire.
The dark night binding memorable site.
Satire is the game of destiny, love is still the destination.
The black motions and white notions, grey is just illusion.
Expressions are beyond pretend when you have the real, soul being confused.
Mind is always a predator, heart is a heavenly prey.
Memorising memory inflaming the thoughts, emotions can never be burnt.

©wheneyesnarrate

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Is it clear?

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Ravindra Kumar Nayak

Is it clear?

O dear
Kiss me without fear
Relax
...

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

On the Balcony

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Travis Green

On the Balcony

I sit on the balcony sipping on a cold coffee
staring at the birds soaring in the sky, and others
hovering around the serene sea.  I see the smiles
of various cheerful kids playing in the salty sand,
structuring different designs and embracing the
morning breeze encompassing their bodies.  There’s
a family of four strolling down the beach in their bathing
suits and bright shorts gazing at the beautiful scenery
surrounding their view, the escaping heat beaming down
on their tanned skin.  Further down the stark street, a young
chiseled cheek man came in sight jogging down the walkway
jubilantly blasting beats on his earphones, his eyes staring
straight ahead at the long distance in his path.  I look at the
moving traffic, the way the rising smoke from engines fume
the air, the way the loud horns echo in my ears, how the noisy
drivers crowd the scene like they are pressed for time.  The smell
of freshly cooked hamburgers and French fries drift into the direction of my nose, sweet and satisfying, the way I inhale it’s intoxicating aroma, letting it seep deep into the depths of my lungs, letting it remind me of the days when I was a child and my family would take me out to the beach, the way I’d jump up in the air in heavy excitement, my mind lost in the extravagant adventure awaiting me that day.

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Real Estate

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Austin Ryskamp

Real Estate

I sit in my car for hours lately, I don’t want to go inside
The house I go home to daily isn’t home
It’s drywall, siding, and a couch that me and my home use to cuddle on together
I’ve been home less because I’m homeless right now
With my cardboard box, and Help Me Please Sign
I try to make unorthodox thoughts to re design
my homelessness issue
"It's just not possible at this point in time, to realign
my mind to see loneliness as an opportunity"
I say talking to my therapist next to me
You can tell me the stages of grief, and what I will feel
I just simply cant deal with it.

#homeiswheretheheartis

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Be Still...

Jun 2018 Robin Carretti

Sally A Bayan

Be Still...

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You're inside...alone in your hiding place
yet, the limited sphere of your space
grumbles with voices...repeating words and
scenes...from failed, denied expectations

be still now.....remember
not to ponder long on hurtful moments
cry, if you must,
but, when sun sets and moon is up
let twilight's soothing silence
ease your overworked heart and mind
dwell not on sad departures...take a deep sigh,
there's hope......look up to the sky

be still.............surrender
to a silent Presence...that
makes the wind move creation
listen to the music of nature
its peaceful murmurs
hear the wind hum its many songs
hissing..swishing, whistling
listen to the trees,
hear the leaves softly rustle,
the water....running....flowing from
a waterfall.......down to the river
take time...hear a hawk or an eagle cry
see them soar and descend with grace,
while a wine-red dragonfly, and a
purple-yellow butterfly....flutter
atop pink Vanda blooms...
search with your eyes, ears, mind, and heart
be captivated! explore!
nature, always leaves us in awe...

be still,
let sand escape from your palms
release cold, indifferent hands
let go of anyone all set to leave...or
anything that always seems awry...
open your doors, let fresh air bring in
new chances...new challenges, and
new beginnings...let them all in!
remember to build new dreams
welcome new friends, new faces
remember to smile!

soon...the hurting will wane

remember the cycle:
sunrise, sunset...live, die...weep, laugh
remember the Words:
"there is a right time for everything."
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...have faith....be still...
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Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
June 6, 2018

"Be still and know that I am God..."-Psalm 46:10

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens...a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance..."Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4

"Don’t hold on to someone who’s leaving, otherwise you won’t meet the one who’s coming.”-Carl Jung

#bestillpsalm46 #atimeforeverythingecclesiastes #carljung #letgo