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Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole
to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost
rites of the first sea of the first salt
running from a faucet. I have heard they sat
for hours in briny tubs, patting hotel towels
sweetly over shivered skin, smelling the stale
harbor of a lost ocean, praying at last
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child. And since this was the style,
I don't suppose they knew what they had lost.

Almost yesterday, pushing West, I lost
ten Utah driving minutes, stopped to steal
past postcard vendors, crossed the hot slit
of macadam to touch the marvelous loosed
bobbing of The Salt Lake, to honor and assault
it in its proof, to wash away some slight
need for Maine's coast. Later the funny salt
itched in my pores and stung like bees or sleet.
I rinsed it off on Reno and hurried to steal
a better proof at tables where I always lost.

Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal
toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost
ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust
would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.
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Just been walking through natural beauties
pretty face carry to get pass our securities
compared the weight of beauties and
the gravity of duties
stems of tree branching with seeds, sticky and fruities,
I love warm faces of our children very cuties

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
Kevin Mar 2015
It's been one month since i'd met you,
You looked stunning, I ain't know, what I'm going through
I congratulated you for your marriage
& stretched out the leaf of conversations,
Soon, our destiny called us, we turned away,
but your two words,
"Thank You" & "B-Bye" still got stuck in my mind since the day

Oh, it's night out here
It's really been a month since we had met,
You'd always be my love,
no matter with whom you'd do your life spend

I still remember,
Your bus overtook mine at 09:45 am
It was 'S.U.' company where my bus stopped nearby.. for a while,
Then yours came from behind, & overtook mine
At first, I did much regret not to being in that bus where your aroma was found,
but soon I remembered,
everything happens for a reason
So, I must appreciate the things God brought my way this season

You'd always be in me,
no matter how far you may live,
I ain't make dream, but do believe that one day..
I'll fulfill my life having you standing next to me

You're a nerve to my life
that directly belongs to my heart
I ain't just need you for a night,
but gotta make you my whole world

Oh, it's 12:45 am, I ought to go to bed
Tomorrow, The time'd come back at in the same position,
Oh, you won't be there with me under the same day-light
where i'd met you last-month, my cuty-pie

The bus'd cross the same path;
same place; same road by the day,
but it won't be the same time
when I had breathed your fragrances, then walked away

Now I go to my bed with my own belief
that i'll make ya mine one day,
but before I kiss your bare feet,
I need to even make my own life full of luxury, I say.
Today, it's March.12.2015, A one month back on Feb.12.2015, I had met her by the day, may be, around at 09:00 am.  I had congratulated her for her marriage that`d gonna be held in the month of May-2015. She thanked me. We both talked for a while, then I said, "Okay, I go now". She smiled beautifully and replied, "Okay.. B-Bye". I still remember, it was "Thursday" on 12th.Feb. and today it`s, whao, "Thursday" .. but sadly, it`s not 12th.Feb., cause, now, it`s 12th. March. And, I ain`t see her. Hell, I was even sleeping in my bed at 09:45 am this day! I had even seen her or met her last month, nearly around, after 3-years. So, it was, of course, a very beautiful moment to me when I has seen her. Then the time passed away. We walked on. And... the minutes, the hours, the weeks, the days even the month got run away... off my life.

I write this poetry, cause, now I want to store her in words so as one day, she could read these all and come to know, how much I loved her since the day, I had seen her.

Funny thing is, She ain`t even know that I love her. And, to be honest, now I ain`t even want her to know anything `bout this. She`s already engaged and she`s even much elder than me. I love her and I know it. And, this thing`s and would always be belonged to me as long as our destiny`s ain`t want us to meet or get emerged into one soul.

She`d always be in my heart, no matter what.
Ken Pepiton May 2020
Pride of place, you take any you positions, I am
at the bottom, fit wherever yous can,

spread thin, ele-mentally thin, surface tension,
truth be told,

as thin as any bubble skin you can imagine being in,
with me,
crazy-- no, not crazy, as in irrational unstable,
with no stashed redeemed idle words to use to make,
ferventingly and effect ual affectionate
art. Art art art, I am art, Ai ai ai, I am in fection per pro
fessorial critque
AI
cuty pi, french curvature sure to pitch that screwball,
Fibbonacci's sion, seeing

so many things follow this curve from a point, might
I?
So, if I were a pinecone, why would I take this
golden progression in materialization,

printing, as in 3-D, at geo-speed, indeed, but we can see;
now, is 2020 and it only gets better,
once.
"This is your life"
Oops, the object orienting this program has slipped

the surly bonds of earth,
in his mind... is that crazy enough? Are you content?
After a long youtube morning in Samuel Beckett's  allusion to the thinnest of sanities imaginable.
Cherries Miedema Apr 2020
When the universe gently pushes these songs into your life.... Child, you got to survive.
Eat your lettuce with salt and pepper.
Die die die inside!
Swallow swallow swallow all of your pride!

Spread your legs.
And lay those eggs.
No regrets cause you gotta make them proud and glad.
Your little naked chubby body on the bed.

Cute cute cuty.
Rare crazy beauty.
Pout your lips and touch your skin.
You are so tender, just surrender.
You will never really win!

Spread your arms.
Cling on to these charms.
And no resting your head.
You gotta find ways till you're dead.

When the universe gently pushes these songs into your life.
Child, you got to survive.
Eat your bread with salt and pepper.
Dead dead dead inside!
Stare stare stare at your dissaster left behind!

Ah ah ah. That does not feel right!
19-03-20

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