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Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Keith Wilson

I love my little garden Lord
Which you have given me
I thank you for this heaven
Where I can feel so free

I pray each night to give me strength
To sow more wondrous seeds
And for you to bless the birds
Who fly right in to feed

I bless you for my sight and smell
To enjoy the flowers so
And all the bees and butterflies
Who gently come and go

So bless my little garden Lord
It gives me peace and joy
For I have prayed each night to you
Since I was just a boy

Keith Wilson Windermere. UK. 2017.

This is a rewrite of an older poem
from Jan 1st 2016.

#garden

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

The Poet

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Sjr1000

The Poet

he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Snag: 10 Minute Prose

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Chris D Aechtner

Snag: 10 Minute Prose

A plastic bag is snagged in the branches where I can't reach to stop its crackled song. The bag is an *****—its kidney? Stomach? Heart?—of the thing that's dying. The thing's given pills and powders, and graveyards are robbed to replace its parts. When it dies, it'll be brought to the taxidermist to be stuffed, and its stiffened corpse will be strung in lights—a beacon for people to arrive, two-by-two, and scoop out the void from behind its glass eyes. And when the void has been doled around, the dead will shuck, jive, and shuffle step to plastic song.

March 25th, 2017

The 10 minute time-span of these exercises includes any punctuation and other cohesion that I add after the words have streamed out.
__________

When the plastic bag rustles in the wind,
I hear its crackled song as an omen heralding in another phase. No matter what happens, only the moment is ever assured for us.

#stream #automatic #spark #abyssandsummit #digitalizeddystopia

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

EARLY SPRING

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Keith Wilson

EARLY SPRING

It,s  a  lovely  crisp  early  spring  morning.
After  a  sharp  frost.
Clear  blue  sky  has  far
as  the  eye  can  see.
Very  quiet, no  wind  at  all.
The  snow  capped  mountains
stand  proudly  on  the  horizon.
A  few  holiday  makers  arriving.
For  a  brand  new  season.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2017.

The English Lake District.

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Undone

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

AnActualToaster

Undone

I deleted every line
That said I ever loved you
Regretted every song
That I had ever wrote you
I can't possibly erase them
They're all a part of me
Reminders of a bad decision
Yeah, that sounds like me
My heart just full of stupid
My head just full of dumb
My works just full of love
And now it's all undone.

And I hate myself with each one I find again.

Thank you, everyone, for your kind words, I can't express enough how happy I am that I actually made Daily poem <3

#love #regret #stupid #you #undone

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

꒝ԾოᎵլꂅϮꂅ ოꂅ

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Demonatachick

꒝ԾოᎵլꂅϮꂅ ოꂅ

Beneath this stone there is a heart, it does not beat when we're apart, it does not move, to you I'd prove, my heart remove, its yours to take, but for my sake, to dull this ache, to fill this space that i did make, exchange me yours, there is no clause, there is no test, in me invest, you're heart bequest, our souls coalesce, our love confessed,

Forever blessed.

christiaan barnard was the first person to successfully perform the first human to human heart transplant on December 3rd 1967

#demon #me #complete #christiaan #barnard

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Obvious

Mar 2017 Sonja Benskin Mesher

Eric W

Obvious

It's obvious, isn't it?
When two similar planets pass by
each other
and get caught in
each other's
gravity.
It's obvious what must happen here.
The words not said
scream loud enough to
bridge the hundreds of miles,
and we still don't
say them.
Not yet.
It's obvious we haven't been here before.
Into uncharted waters,
we move so
very
slowly,
careful not to create waves
before we meet in the center,
careful not to misstep,
so that we can
do things right
for once.
It's obvious.

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