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 Aug 2024 Steve
Marshal Gebbie
Litany of livestock
Bolting for the trees
And you, my shallow fellow,
Now prostrate on your knees.
Constricted conversation,
Leaves a muteness in the air
But a cognisance of attraction
To the company and flair.
There's a quiet appreciation
Of the feather and the fur
But the fact you held your ****** tongue
Means it's a credit to you, Sir.
For the power of rank opinion
Holds more menace than a gun
And the less that's said, in hindsight,
Means in parting ways... it's fun.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Responding to G Alan Johnson's tome..."Thauma"
Alas...Jonno's jaunt in the wild results in a touch of communication frustration.
 Aug 2024 Steve
Odd Odyssey Poet
I am not liberated; I’ll be drinking till I’m free
Dancing like a puppet; a puppet with no strings
If this is the land of promise; promise that none
Of the promises have skipped me

Do not assume that it’s over, to consume your  
Self-worth to just presume that you’re sober  
To close your eyes, to feel your joy coming closer
I do not amuse the fact of getting older, or overlook
The fact that the world is close to being over

Here is the past, images of your youth running past
Memories of it all, live as long as you last, be careful
Not to be chasing the pleasures of it, as chasing after lust
Take a secret fast; cleanse yourself of the regrets that
Have come past
 Aug 2024 Steve
SøułSurvivør
I have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But....

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021
 Aug 2024 Steve
Arpita Hore
It was a cold winter night,
You lit candles all over the room
The room was full of roses
Still I can sense your perfume.
The tune that you played
In your grand old piano,
That was exciting me more,
Like a rising volcano.
You were pouring the wine
As red as blood
Did you offer me the drink?
Or offered your heart?
I was standing on the rostrum,
And enjoying the city light,
Thinking about your perfect date,
And this never ending night.
 Aug 2024 Steve
Lyla
Ache
 Aug 2024 Steve
Lyla
Shadows of summer
Leave a mark upon my heart
As they grow longer
Do you know me by now?  
Are you paying attention?
Do you consider any potential
Or is it an empty well
Halfway full
Or somewhere in between
Either side?
Is it a matter of pride
Annoyance
Or somewhere in between
Either side?
Does my pushing pressure
Or motivate?  
Has it always been too late?
 Aug 2024 Steve
Chloe Haas
Alive
 Aug 2024 Steve
Chloe Haas
My periods turn to semicolons
My suicide notes to poetry
My goodbyes became hellos
The blades turn to sunflowers
And the bullets, a rose
My heart still is broken
But the pieces have been found
Death isn’t for me anymore
What is, in the here and now
I still don’t feel enough
But I am alive
And that’s enough to say
Today is not the day I die.
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