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A have a guardian angel of woe
Watching over me
He collects my due of sorrow
Pocketing it in black memory
Only when I have been too happy
Will then he a little share
Out of his enormous collection
A carefully measured handful spare
So I am never lost to sadness
Nor ever in happiness corrupt
Living a life in measured scales
Between the two, in his trust
Devoid of bliss, far from infinite joy
Safe from maddening grief and

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Been a while since I did a concrete poem.
The formatting should be fine on the computer and tablet, it may look a little weird on the phone. To be honest, I've been feeling more tired and lethargic than ever, but yet the fire burns hot when I think of writing...and how much of a blessing it is to me.
Many times where I feel I should stop, I always end up with a pen back in hand.
Though I feel as if I am not worthy of this gift due to my regrets and poor choices of the past, the voices of the stories still linger in me.
And I despite all my flaws and imperfections, I do wish to bring them to life, as they so rightfully deserve.

I'm still working on extending the Women of Myth list, so it'll be postponed for a little longer but I will be sure to let you all know when it's back. I just have a lot of reading to do, haha.
Be back soon.
Stay safe and well, everyone.
Much love and air hugs,
Lyn ***
indistinctively I took a hasty step
the ground below my feet rumbled
balancing my way on a thread like lawn
comprehending how it's like to be free

thoughts corrupting my mind
compulsive actions I do like mime
I ask myself countless of times
is there an end to this
once upon a time?
Zywa Oct 19
Relax, gratefully,

and take care of your body –

your temple of life.
Collection "WoofWoof"
kevin wright Oct 17
Masked and snorkelled
Caressed by lapping waters
Finned, arms in arising buddian pose

Descending through warming pressing waters
Shimmering conjoining geometric  planes
Crocodilian plates cover the floor

Popping ears turns up the music
Talking sand fritters in unison
Chattering stones dance in rippling lines

Azural  lineages descend into the depths
Imploding  colours transform
Shadows hug the emanating eyes

Gaping bivalves hungrily filter
Trails of bubbles rise in spinning arcs
Miniature  trees flow with the rocking cojoaling flow

Anemones march and corral their prey
A worm squirms  along a frond
Fronds binge on the diffusing  light

Sweeping silvered cantankering fish encircle my head
Winged breaths on fluttering  filligris
Propelling spiralled convolutions

Light beckons the return
Lungs searing
Fingers enter an airy horizon

Gasping poised balanced between two worlds
Invisible nymphs pulling gently downwards
Should I succomb to their virtues?
However attractive life is always a balance. Choosing the direction can be difficult when temptations are present.
Zywa Oct 12
The goshawk protects

the pagoda's fine frescoes –

from pigeon droppings.
“From my recently rented house, I see a pagoda” (c. 1040, Mei Yaochen)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Kitten Yvad Oct 2
I appreciate the immensity
of our battle and your smile
through this we are somehow

still beautiful.
Well i speak too soon
only wishing you'd find me so

being being unable
to love every treasured
fiber in your soul
would strike a much lower blow

god I want to touch you
but my love, i maintain patience
i feel so deeply

i burn so steadily
but caress my patience

when I fall in love,
the empathy of it all
heals fractured nations
Harry Roberts Sep 26
One wide split right through the middle
Frightening fighting while I stay hidden
A war between reality and feelings
The path my feelings follow aren't always appealing.

I've invested my energies in endeavours proven destructive
Fed the essence of my aura into a river that's been occluded
All the sentiment sediment with the pressure becomes eruptive
Seems like the fallacy inside me had always been corrupted.

Imagination and my devastation have I always been deluded
Dichotomy so clear yet the opposing parts keep feuding
They create a perfect storm as if these factors colluded
Adding to the mounting anxiety making matters more confusing.
Harry Roberts
Luiz Sep 24
Snow melts on the ground
equinox smiles at seedlings
flowers bloom 'hello"
If you survived
That despair
That unfair
That chaos
That storm
That void
That emptiness
That silence
That dark time
Along the way
And yet, keep the balance
With kindness alive
And calm eyes

No matter what
You are not of this time
To be precise
You are divine
No less than the God
Don't know
Who needs to hear this
May be, the person reading

Your goodness
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Hope is real
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