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 1870° 
Poetoftheway
“you should watch for what’s good and say so, watch for what’s bad and say that,
and be afraid of neither observation.
If you lose your temper, lose it; if you find yourself unexpectedly moved, admit it.
Keep your tools, compass and gyroscope,
clean, dry and level.”
Peggy Noonan,
columnist, author
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good
Christmas Eve advice
getting harder to find,
wheat from chaff, and all that,
what’s sensible,
what’s defensible,
and what actually feels
A~ok!
as in
perhaps, it actually could be,
pause to think,
correct?
and:or:heck,
even right

so if you read the above ,
take it from a couple of senior geezers,
you just got a holiday freebie!
yeah, yeah, keep your powder dry,
just ain’t the same, sorry…

we talking tools and fools here,
them that keep you
on a course
of your owned free choice,
with an assist,
to  know your position & to
never to lose your balance

when everybody is
instantly
telling you what to think,
take that long pause,
use your tools,
to pick the problem up,
Rubik’s cube it,
twist and shout,
when the
solution emerges

‘tis the season for
preaching and overreaching,
but use this quietime pause,
look internal,
and keep your instinct and
inside tools oiled,
and mind open, clarified

wish you then, clear eyes, open ears & love;
wisdom, that’s up to you,
but, you’re a billionaire for sure,
use the grey cells you were given
thoughtfully & well,
and keep on looking for
‘what’s a good way,’
which is always an
everlasting work


                             nat lipstadt
12/24/24
5:45 pm
NYC
 570° 
SerpentineSky
The lonely star
shines diamond bright
a jewel with no setting
lost in the cloak of velvet sky
Then an Angel came
and bore him aloft
to set him in the diadem
of the King of Kings
 543° 
Kaiden Lewis
How am i supposed to like you
After what you did to me?
Children have memories too,
Father
Guys im sorry i dissapeared for like a week i was at my father's house
#sa
 372° 
c a r o l i n e
Like grains of sand in hand
Strings stream to be free
Patches of snow, all aglow
Clouds bow-tied, sky tells me so
Under the sun’s heat
A mirror I can't compare to sea
 314° 
Eleanor Robinson
Every inch of my heart
Is yearning to be discovered
Seen and felt and loved
By the tips of your fingers
And when you retreat your hand
Your scent still lingers
 257° 
zoe
warm
you are so
warm
in my memory
warm
warm
warm on me
warm on my skin
in my memory
your blood is
warm
 251° 
Zazu
I keep feeling
Like I’m supposed to be waiting for something
Like I forgot to call someone
Or reply to a text
Like I have to say good night to someone
Perhaps I forgot to say good morning

But I haven’t talked to anyone
And there’s nothing I needed to do
Yet every time that feeling comes back
I think it’s because of you
 176° 
Briscoe
The world will move on
When your day comes.
The wind will still blow,
The moon will still shine,
And your tiny footprints
Will be wiped away with ease.

When that wind blows next,
And you feel the warmth of moonlight
on your skin,
Realize, you still have a chance
To soak it in.
 165° 
Mari Chubinidze
Eat
Feed the earth flesh,
So it may be fertile.
We eat carrion
It sounds revolting!

Do not close the coffin doors,
I have fears.
Don't bury my hands,
Let the animals eat them
For we eat them,
It sounds revolting.

Dead trees will come to life again.
 159° 
Leila adel
I am immersed in this beauty within your arms
I feel a sense of bliss when I'm with you in every moment
There's a blissful ambiance in the silence and every time I lose myself,

I promised I love you always
In a crowded bar I find solace,
Even with many reasons for obsession, I'm still consumed by love,
I'm filled with a sense of longing,
The symphony of life is a new beginning,
Guiding me through the beautiful emotions,
It's a melody of love in yearning.
 156° 
Lost Indeed
When I type your name, my computer auto-completes,
As if it understands how I feel,
And already knows what I want to see.
ForI
 152° 
The Machine
Dandelions puff,
upon a rose re-create,
two birds for the one,
Gives you a diamond finger.
Annihilate your soul to die
and watch as they die, one, by one.
Wisdom grows upon weeds
by the spark of a dandelion.....
 128° 
A Stranger Bleu
Sticks and stones,
blood and bones and words can definitely hurt you.
 107° 
JAMIL HUSSAIN
May the universe,
In its boundless grace,
Bless you, O’ friend,
With joy in every place.

May success greet you,
Like the dawn’s first light,
Guiding your path,
And making each day bright.

May happiness fill you,
Like rivers that flow,
With laughter and cheer,
Wherever you go.

May love surround you,
Like the stars in the sky,
Forever its warmth,
Shining never to die.

May your heart be light,
And your burdens be few,
With peace in your soul,
And your dreams coming true.

May joy be your companion,
At each step you take,
And success in your ventures,
No matter what’s at stake.

May the garden of love,
Where blooms the divine,
Be yours to wander,
In this life so fine.

O' soul, this prayer,
I offer to you,
May your days be bright,
With blessings anew.

Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too.
A Prayer for Blessings and Joy 25/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 103° 
Yourshadow
You held me close, yet lied to me,
A traitor's mask I could not see.
The warmth I crave, your arms I seek,
But truth has made my heart grow weak.

I know your truth, but I can't say,
The cost is one I dare not pay.
My silence screams, my heart decays,
Bound by the game we’re forced to play.

Still, I’m trapped in your embrace,  
Hating the love I can’t erase.
This is based of something i wrote down today:

Imagine having to find comfort in the arms of the person that you love the most but betrayed you. And you can’t tell him you know because you are a hitman and he is an informant for the police
 87° 
The Machine
Its sick
remedy
of a poem
deathly wished
of no kiss
in the end

Floating,
through madness,
A mirror cracks,
becomes sadness,
frozen snow flakes

I know she is alive,
inside of guilt,
and I scream
so hesitantly,
a wall I built
To linger my drive.

A book never read,
unlike freshly baked
oven cooked bread
upon a silent's wake.....
pages looked upon,
by a gentle lake.......
man created.

What's left,
memories,
frozen to the spot,
until forgotten.....
And all destroyed
Is pride and me.
 83° 
Liana
The stars
The dark
The silence
The empty streets
The night

While I dance in the cold
Music taking me over
All of them
In their wonder
Are on my side
(this note was written by the world if it was on 2x speed and the one hamster going really fast of the wheel had a pet magenta iguana)
 78° 
TG Price
I like to gaze upon the boundless night sky, and
Quietly count the vast sprinkling of stars,
That I may concern myself with a relaxing yet
Fruitless endeavor, and momentarily
Know nothing of the worlds’ turmoil:
I lightly raise my finger and trace another constellation,
As the world carries on without me.
Wu wei: the practice advocated by Taoism of letting one's action follow the simple and spontaneous course of nature
Leap years. Thoughts that will never
learn to fly. A chance
that will be reborn as pride
if time so decides.

I recognized you by the taste
of your lips - too sweet to be true.
I know there will come
a time when the eyes will forget
how to cry.

What I will have left of you is a tear
turned into amber,
a silent future, a cursed era.
There will be neither shadow
nor light anymore.

There will be no more silent breath,
suffering word, fog that fawns
on my bare knees.
Tomorrow we will wake up
on the other side of loneliness -
where forests burn,
where freedom becomes torment.

I tried to admit to a life
I did not commit. However, fate,
this incurable hypochondriac,
wanted to sentence me
to a lifetime of memory.

Beyond the barricades of memories,
grace, harnessed to heaven,
echoes back to me; somewhere inside
there are sleepless tears I will never
understand. I can't dream in a way
that would make the earth
kneel before me.

I dare not look in such a way
that the sky departs forever
into the unknown.
Time will forever remain a desert island.
 77° 
vlt
I didn't want to study,
Nor did I want to play,
I just sat motionlessly,
For it was a long day.

I didn't want to get up,
Nor did I want to lie down.
I fell like I am breathless,
I'm drowning in the crowd.

People of all the ages,
People that don't even care,
Won't judge what's in my pages,
Why the hell am i so scared?

And I'm hugged by the dark,
Who invited me to stay.
And I snapped out of bed,
It's gonna be a long day.
 72° 
Maddy
The Ultimate Joy
The best of everything especially health
Know Kindness and live it
Listen attentively
These gifts can't be wrapped but my wish is that they  open for you every single moment of your life including those you love
 71° 
Traveler
Are dreams meant
to be mastered?
I doubt such a plan..
Try and recall all the
dimensions we frequent in REM.

Bedrooms and hallways it’s always the same..
Uncomfortably lost
in an eternal maze…

An institution of collective dreamers, all trying to escape!
Then quickly forgetting
when we awake..

What is that voice that is not us,
Why are we hiding and gathering all this stuff?

Nature always has a plan
somewhere in the DNA
of being human..
Traveler Tim

If you live to be 80, Six years of the 80 will be while your dreaming..
 67° 
Morning
Art is like a furnace, and I the sword.
Struck by each verse and quenched by each chord.
Through the flames, I will always be reforged.
 67° 
Bonnabelle Reed
3 dollar kalimba
from the thrift store
only eight notes
never any more
3 dollar kalimba
plays a little tune
got it as a gift
of plastic hewn
3 dollar kalimba
heart shaped acrylic
lets the light through
of nothing in specific
3 dollar kalimba
that doesn't reverberate
too small a structure
to support sound ornate
3 dollar kalimba
with some added stickers
one of a rainbow
the other a faded picture
3 dollar kalimba
the eighth note is flat
but its melodies continue
in despite of that fact
3 dollar kalimba
how i love you so
your metal teeth ring
from high to low
3 dollar kalimba
forget what time it is
when i hear your sound
don't care what your price is
an appreciation of the smaller, imperfect things in life.
 63° 
Yonah Jeong
New Year's Eves
the winds of time on the Asphalt
sweeping the sands

At the thought that the year is turning
Winter more lonely
than fall

In a narrow alley
little children play
on low roofs
the day is burning red

When tears running away
slipping between fingers
sitting winter down
beside me
along the banks of the Hudson

I will take a drive.
 62° 
Mike Hauser
she prays the rosary
giving her much needed comfort and peace
in these days of trying times

far more than cross and beads
to her pleasure they are there to keep
close to God, in heart and mind

she prays on bended knee
a discomfort it seems but certainly
the pain helps to remind

nothing in life is ever easy
but rest assured the comfort we need
is in knowing Jesus Christ
I'm not Catholic and have never prayed the rosary but can certainly understand it's usage when focusing on drawing nearer to God
 60° 
Patrick
A lantern floating in the wind;
A solitary current,
Invisible;
Within.

Fast enough;
Beyond terminator light.
Travel in darkness;
To avoid my sight.

Set adift by malady,
Unworthy...
Is all I see.

Flame inside,
You'd ignite.
Now I float;
Flame curtained night.

Reflect on you;
Flares within.
Most important?
The time we spent.

Forever wishing,
Yearning for more.

Forever now,
My hand unmoored.

The time we spent,
Forever mourned.

C'est la vie,
mi amor.
"I hope this grief stays with me because it's all the unexpressed love that I didn't get to tell her."
 54° 
Jordin
Blowing Bubbles of Lemma Lexeme Maps
Spherical Popping A Sticky Lip Wrap
A tongue that is catching the drops that fall Splat!
GobbledeGone
In April this year, in celebration of National Poetry Month, Dictionary.com issued a poetic challenge called Tip of the Tongue. The poem was to be between 2 and 5 lines and finish with a completely made-up word. As it happened, this poem, among others, was selected to be displayed on the site, marking my first published poem. It therefore felt quite fitting for it to be the first here, too.

Regarding the nature of the poem itself:
The most important element I think is the 4 way meaning of lines 2 & 3.
In line 3 it speaks to both the scenario in which the drops that are falling are missed and splat on the ground and the scenario in which the drops are caught and splat on the tongue. Ultimately, it hinges on where the splat takes place.
A similar thing can be said of Line 2. The Sticky Lip Wrap could speak to a kind of blowing of bubble gum that pops and in the popping it is lost whilst at the same time could refer to wrapping it up; in other words catching it.
So fleshed out there are these 4 core scenarios.
The last line, line 4 refers to all of them via the word GobbledeGone.
 53° 
Breeze
I'm right here with you as you're growing everyday
I feel the warmth shine from your smile
You will move on and soon our time will pass away
So let's reflect on this a while

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

We deal with our lives as we're living day to day
We step in inches not in miles
As we discover that we learn in our own way
We have our own unique style

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

Everyday there's a challenge you can seek
If you said your goals in sight
You can get through any problems that you meet
If you try

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives
 53° 
BK
Sunshine in her eyes, a radiant gleam,
Elegance in motion, a graceful dream.
Firefly in the night, a gentle grace,
Intensely drawn, to this sacred place.

I  stop and stare. at her eyes I glare.
With elegance they dance and short hair flows in the midnight air,
But the alarm clock screams, a jarring sound,
Shattering illusion, all around.
Yet the memory lingers, a bittersweet trace,
Of her phantom touch, her ethereal face.
 50° 
Qualyxian Quest
David Markson
       Yellow
        Selah
 50° 
Peter Garrett
I'm afraid of failure
Of becoming a burden
But above all, I'm afraid
Of hurting the ones I love
And ending up alone...

Yet I'm here, I've shown
In the face of my demons
And screamed at them
That they'll never take
The very best of me

So I may not be fearless
I'm quite fine with that
For I'm brave
I never regarded myself as the courageous type... until the day I realized that being brave doesn't mean being fearless. Being brave means facing your fears in order to do what you must.
 49° 
Trinkets
Look, here is a puzzle.

A mystery for you to solve.

You don't have the answer?

You're meant to have them all.

Just read the signs, in faces, reach out,

but never call. Don't ever ask the questions,

that's against the rules. You are the only one

that find the silence cruel. Only you find it to be

troubling. Everyone else can play this game, no problem.
When
Snow globe moon is here.
Christmas is near.
It’s that special time again.
Cold weather, coziness.
Being together.
Cinnamon scents fill  the air.
Lights everywhere……
Let it come through.
Let it be Christmas in our hearts
too.
Love, don’t hate.



Please stop the wars.


Shell ✨🐚
Can’t imagine that people throw bombs on Christmas Day, any day.
Sad.
Are we truly only beauteous when we gaze upon the same?

Does a force then oust it's element when estranged from former names?

What, at  root, is virtue most true, if not the definitive game?
I'd wager my stake on indefinence, regardless of the claim
 44° 
J
There is no wound that time doesn't heal,
Why then, is it getting harder to breathe?
Like a rope tightened around the neck slow.

Smiles, laughs, and memories we shared,
doesn't seem to dim the pain and remorse.
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