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"You are doing great!"
Repeat after me, I said.
You are doing great!
Keep doing what you love!
Love it at all.
Love.
It's all.
Indonesia, 27th September 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
I get it
We get it
We’re good
Gerald Jun 2020
You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.

And I gave you all of me.
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
All kisses ...

with all kinds of kisses...
kiss Me ...
print the traces...
With those lips...
on the splendor of my gardens...
all over my body ...
kisses with love...
and passionate love  ...
with your madly crazily mind ...
kiss Me ...
do not exclude any part ...
from any stations of my body...
and at every station ...
be more crazy ...
don't hurry ...
just stay ...
more times ...
to set me on fire...
fires ...
with hurricanes ...
hovering crazily...
raging ...
burning ...
from those lips ...
your crazy lips ...
for every part ...
of my body ...
until you get me crazy ...
as you doing right ...
to my body ...

kiss me baby...
kiss me more ...
And don't be in a hurry...
Each station ...
of my body ...
longing for your lips...
eagerly awaited ...
to erupt madly ...
for your body ...

kiss Me ...
sweetheart ...
with all kisses ...
and ever don't stop ...

Hazem al ...
Mark Wanless Jul 2021
dreaming
someone does something
i will defend myself hard
hospital for all
Him Jan 2021
I am tired... so very exhausted of it all; inside of this frail body, heart and mind wage a war. I am human, and only human after all.
I am human; awake wishing to sleep... yet I will offer the forces of life no surrender nor retreat.
rgz Jan 2021
A man tired from the waking day
hangs his keys on the beaded hook,
lets the hat off his grateful head.
He places himself in front of the table
where he laid down his papers,
his skins and his skin.
He put on the table, the day's characters,
mulled them over in the electronic hum of Aleph and coffee flavoured eyes,
rolled them up tight with tomorrow's fears
and set them alight.
He put there a glass ashtray to catch the embers of regret.
He put on the table his dear friend, Old Man Wibble,
the bedlamite seer,
drunken oracle,
"liquid Jesus, straight from the bottle"
and longed for a glass to raise.
He put there the smoke from his exasperated lungs
and the wistful music of his tired throat,
he put there every last syllable and every letter left lingering on a lost lovers lips.
He put hope on the table,
for the weight might crush him as he sat
but not the table,
solid under this load,
to bear weight is what a table must do
and tomorrow will always bring another pile.
https://youtu.be/co2HfQBeREY

an exercise in growing a poem
This year played some sad song
To hear happy ones, we all do long
Hope, everyone stays safe and strong

May we take slow and steady steps
And say yes, to life and living
May life play many lovely songs

The tempo in rhythm with the beat of every heart
My prayers for everyone
To be with loved ones and celebrate this precious life
Merry Christmas, dear all

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