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My wife has eyes in the back of her head
So I got her into hats
That which is created and known
That which is unknown but created

The word created through Him
all that is ephemeral.

Our hearts and mind appreciate
that which our eyes behold.

The lost longs for the hidden but revealed.
The word created without Him all that is everlasting.

Visible through faith
that which is known before all but unknown after all.

Key to knowledge that surpasses is foolish to the wise
but
truth to the unshaken well within.
There's aunts all over
my kitchen floor

Mother says they're awful
for the cookie badder

Oftentimes, we live in a processed world
but it's beyond my apprehension

Just please read me the recipe
or draw me a diaphragm
Poem challenge by Jennifer McCurry,
write a poem using malapropisms.
My mind's neurogym at night
Keep kicking away my sleep
Insomnia triggers the flight
And i travel the earth so deep
I bleed in millions of words
And rise and fight and watch
Thoughts with heavy swords
Where the clock is my coach
Then I refuse to close my eyes
I don't even like them to blink
Sleeping is when someone dies
I like to stay awake and think

∴ Lyna Salman
Harvest be gone
Welcome to starvation
Ruins of Babylon
Maypole rivets for fangs
Parse the tricky argot, Mr. Bugbear
You speak such pretty thangs
Adagio for strings
Cry me a mare
Thundering rockets of pain
Life is a factory of scares
BLT's continued challenge- to write a poem using the Merriam- Webster word(s) of the day, parse and argot. Two for one special!
It's not a monster
That haunts me each and
Every night
It's the thing
That follows me
Everywhere
I go
It's just me
My conscience
And the
Demons inside
My heart
And mind
In the Middle of the Night,
I was fighting My Tears
which were Out of Control.
Some people ain't Human,
they have a Mind and Body.
But no Heart or Soul.
Humanity nowadays,
is down the Drain.
Hence My Poems have Words,
that are loaded with Pain.
She stole My Heart,
thereby committing a Theft.
Giving Me Wounds, Scars
and a Broken Heart.....She Left.
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
kier
our beating hearts
were bound to die
with blood so full of ***** lies

and the flags are only seen
when the tears have cleared
and hate finally appears
i dont like this poem
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