Sally A Bayan

May 2023

vienna bombardieri

When it comes to all my sorrows
what do I do with them
Do I place them in a paper cup
and pour them down the sink
Do I take a mallet to them
and pound them soft as mink
When it comes to all my tears
where do I bring them?
Do I bring them to the sea
to merge with salty smears
Do I offer up my wailings
to the God above?
When it comes to all my sadness
what can take them all away?
Do I grin and bear it with a grin
then walk away on feet of clay
or do I pray for better days,
hoping that ,He'll lead the way.

May 2023

CJ Sutherland

Into the Sea

Rubber, dub dub
Three men in a tub
And who do you
think they be?

The butcher,
the candlestick maker
the widow maker

A rock of the boat ,
A large wave
Gave a forceful jolt
A Brisk breeze
A loud sneeze
And they all
fell into the sea

The butcher caught
the largest fish that day
The candlestick maker
blew out his last wish they say
And the widow maker
claimed their souls
All three
Rubber dub, dub
three men in a tub

This is example of a limerick

May 2023

Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe

Unopened books 📚

In every soul there are these emotions, these feelings.
In every mind there are these thoughts , this wisdom
In every brain there are these words,
this knowledge.
All coming together in sentences as we speak.
Each of us are
many untold stories on our own.
So much one can say
So much one can express
Many words wrapped up
in deep feelings, in tactfulness,
stay inside.
Behind closed doors.
Inside each of us many unwritten books
which will die with us.
Never to be known to the people around us, the people we love, we know and don’t know.
To the world
When a man dies a library with many unopened books dies too.

Shell ✨🐚

May 2023

My Dear Poet

Quote me

Some throw themselves to fire
Some to a raging wave
We throw ourselves at words
Doubly as dangerous…but brave
We string along a sentence
We bleed line by line
Scraping along defences
We grind the grit and rhyme
Defying the babblers battle
Waging war with a world
where words have no meaning
or power when they’re hurled
We’ll never decay or go rotten
We’ll be writing till we’re read
They may shut us till we’re forgotten
But they’ll quote us
when we’re dead

A tribute to all poets

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