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we are
the trickle
of life's’ struggles

eased
by the floating plumeria
of mankind's

understanding


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
wondering through
the wonderland of your new spirit
snatching bits of heart and soul
my love catches star-points
that sparkle in your eyes

I stroll among your dawns
soar through the cobalt of your skies
turn your clouds of misty grey
into understanding adventure

and
I stumble    oh so humble
into your nights

here as I watch you slumber
it’s been a while
since I have become wrapped
in the tender moments
of a newfound love

held within your private aura
my love begs to cuddle you
bask in the breath
of your wonder


Jon Von Erb
6/2020
A celebration of the birth of my daughter, now 40 and still my little girl. This poem has the picture of a man adoring his daughter as she sleeps - imagine this concept as you re-read this poem.
Hearing Brahms’ lullaby
wraps moms’ voice
around my shoulders;
her cozy caress, once again!

Memory-visions of her
statuesque, dignity on stage;
bring, ‘Down the house’ recall;
past applause and a tear!

And, Oh, her
sweet banana puddin’
hot over vanilla wafers
moms’ fragrance in the kitchen
lovin’ us at home.

And, ‘when on the road’
those tender-scented notes;
penmanship touching hearts,
longing for her return!


Jon Von Erb
5/2020
Somehow everyone has a mental illness
When did a disease become a trend?
It feels like we are in a storybook
The boy who cried wolf
Where everyone cries out for help
But those whose pleas meant something were left unheard
depression is not a trend. Kids need to stop making it sound so trivial. It makes the pain that the actually depressed kids have meaningless.
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Shrika

~ rewind, replay,
regret, repeat. ~


I stop on this
crafty bridge of time,

scraping my nails
against
the rails of reasons
piercing my gut,

scarring
my already
withered psyche,

clouding my
tarnished mind,

clawing at my
distorted reality,
excruciatingly;

questioning
my existence .


Today it changes.
Sometimes, thoughts are my own enemies, trying to learn some positivity.
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Shrika
Lie
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Shrika
Lie
You said, "Together forever".

When did forever become so short ?
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Shrika
Reunite, in an embrace,
Sleek black and white keys and fingertips of lace,

Dance away!
Until the frothy winds weep,
Until my curious eyes wane,

Weave those strings of emotion
into a muslin-mist melody.

Intoxicate this mellow dream
with coffee rhythm and cinnamon notes

Let your song inspire me again
as it hushes to pianissimo
and dissolves into the summer shadows.

"encore!"
Sometimes, music is all that makes sense.
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