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 Jul 2024 Steve
Kurt Philip Behm
Under the volcano
over the moon
Polar infinities
birthing the doom

Hearing the thunder
minotaur’s freed
Wandering inside us
— killing the dream

(The New Room: July, 2024)
 Jul 2024 Steve
Traveler
Opinions
 Jul 2024 Steve
Traveler
I can see clearer
through these eyes of time.
I keep them wide open!
I search out realities of which
I choose to pay attention to and know the truth about.
I have no lazy close minded opinions.
If I do, please let me know and I will change them.
🧳 Tim
 Jul 2024 Steve
Sally A Bayan
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This summer's heat was worse,
problems are at their extremes,
burning, like undying embers.

Murmurs in government, in
public and private communities,
create chaos.

Repetition, initiates a desire
to walk away from what upsets
even for a while...some just

Laugh things off, too tired of
useless smiles and handshakes,
some get fed up, walk away, and

Go to the waters, to the shores
filled with voices crying for peace,
seeking justice.

Throughout our struggles...the
battles we fight, we always must
maintain a dignified silence.

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We deserve some respect
no matter
what.
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Monsoon season has come,
soon...rain will pour and
shall inundate.


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 8, 2024
 Jul 2024 Steve
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

How many nights will I look next to me
Only to see a pillow and not you, my dear?
How many times I will whisper your name
Only to prove that you will never hear?
How many paper rings I will make
Only to fold and hide them somewhere?

How many poems I shall recite
Only to tell them nothing is about me?
How many times I will tell a lie
And assume something I don't see?
How many times I will hear a song
And let imagination feed my fantasy?

How many times I will cry
With this cut that I need to mend?
How can I stand and how long?
Will you come? Tell me, baby, tell me when...

Or I am just dreaming again?

~~¤~~
To those who are dreaming and still asking questions...
 Jul 2024 Steve
Pax
you're not there
 Jul 2024 Steve
Pax

In another time,
will you still love me?

In another place,
will you still meet me?

In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?

I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...

but then I'll better wait,
Patience is all I have left...
 Jul 2024 Steve
Cné
In the shadows, a tale unfolds
Of inspiration, versus theft, so cold
A spark of ideas, like blood in the night
Can be drained away, without a fight

Inspiration whispers, "Take a bite"
Of my creativity, let it ignite
But theft creeps in, with a vampire's might
And steals away, the light of delight

Let us embrace, the inspiration's glow
And shun the theft, that would our souls know
For in the darkness, only one is true
Inspiration's kiss, versus theft's cold brew.
Inspired or stolen (I’ll let you decide) from Temporal Fugues Poem Artistic Vampir, https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4834378/artistic-vampire/
Vampires can be a great metaphor for creative ideas - they can inspire and energize, but also drain and exploit.
 Jul 2024 Steve
Donna
Hi robin its so nice
to see you , you are my drop
of heavenly warmth
I love robins and am so happy to have seen two in the last month , there natures beautiful birds **
1965
she was 15
and I was 5

The reclining sun tanned her face
her eyes hidden in 60s goggles
and the vast wheat field behind
colored her brown.

Can't remember if it was Agfa or Orwo
the tint was of distant land
and Virginia came to mind.

It wasn't the girl
standing on a rice field
eyes lowered blushing
the colours of her glass bangles
irrecognizable in black and white
that I could easily fall in love with.

But I cried to be with the Virginia Girl
and I was only 5.

She is still 15 in the timeless print
and I'm 5.
Originally unwritten in 1965, now given the light of words.
If alive, she would be 73.
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