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Zywa Jan 2023
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in the bottle on the beach --


So, what shall I write?
Collection "New Ago"
Randy Johnson Jan 2023
Last night we said goodbye to 2022.
Out with the old and in with the new.
The new year is here at last.
2022 is a thing of the past.
I hope that 2023 will be a terrific year.
And when I say that, I'm being sincere.
I hope the new year will bring happiness and prosperity.
We said goodbye to 2022 and we're saying hello to 2023.
solEmn oaSis Dec 2022
nasa mata ng tumitingin
Meron ang Kagandahan,
tulad baga ng maingay na musika
sa pandinig nilang tulog - mantika,
nangangamoy na ang sulo ng apoy
Halimuyak pa rin meron ang Simoy,
tila ba malabong bahain ng pag-asa
Sila na nasa Seguridad ang panlasa
kagat - labi man ang pagtiim - bagang
habang iniinda ng kalingkingan ang matimbang
na tawag ng inang - kalikasan animoy gantimpalang
maitituring ang abot - kamay na pangarap sa pahalang
na ilog ng kaulapan na may samut - saring pasaring...
dinaramdam ng katauhan ang bawat hangaring
Huwag masaktan ang puso kahit ni- ang mga kalamnan
Ngunit sadyang nangyayari ang hawi ng kabiglaanan,,
Mga balya at salya ng pagsibol ang huwad na kasinongalungan at ang patotot ng katotohanan...
bilang Isang mamamayan ng pagsubaybay doon sa mga tulak ng tugma
sunog-bahay kahahantongan ng maling bitaw sa batong hawak para sa sungka,
Bilang ng mga nilalang kapwa paikot-ikot lamang na tila ba kumpol ng mga balahibong-pusa na tinayoan
Umakyat sa leeg ang dagang dati - rati ay nasa dibdib...
Maibulalas lamang ang silakbo at simbuyo na kay - tigib.
Bilang na pala ang oras at sadyang di namalayan sa LibLib,
Magwawakas na pala ang isa- dalawa tatlong pag - iigib
sa balong malalim na may apat - lima anim na pakikipag - anib
Nalagot ang lubid , nahulog ang sisidlan ng tubig...
at natinik sa paglukso ng pag - ibig yaong pawang mga nakayapak
Ngunit babangon sa tuwing madarapa ang siyang naiwan na balak
Ganyan po ang aral ng Liwanag sa dilim
Gabayan ang hangal sa aninag ng lilim !
ika - P i T o .. ika - Walo
Hipan lang ang siLbato,
bundok man o sa ibayo
Siyaman na ulap ay TanTo,
Lalaya din ang pangsampo
Magtatagumpay ang bunso !!!
DahiL ako ang nagsulat nito
MarahiL nabatid mo na ang pulso
Biyaya ng MaykapaL wag i- abuso
Kung tinamaan Ka man ng bagyo
Kalimutan ang Tampo at Siphayo
The sequel of my poem...
"  Kapag natuyo ang ilog,
Hintayin mo ang mga ulap "
Nascent and emerging
Yet growing every day
Bitcoin’s only dawning
Come join without delay

Incipient, forthcoming
With still some way to go
Like a constant drumming
Measured, strong and slow

Budding and beginning
In young and infant stage
Yet nations it is winning
As it slowly comes of age.

Changing us while growing
More freedom and more hope
Still small - yet never slowing
In numbers, and in scope

Original, advancing
It clarifies our view
Bitcoin - worth defending
Continues strong and true
This is Bitcoin Poem 023 at BitcoinPoems.pro and you can see it displayed on a background when you (copy and paste the link below).
https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery023Beginning.html
Crystal Freda Apr 2022
Be hopeful,
all things will come to an end.
Somethings may have a new beginning.
Some may be dead.

In this life,
everything is for our good.
We may not think that,
but we really should.

So keep hoping
and keep believing.
You never know
what you might be receiving.
March 2019
Anna Veronica Nov 2021
Let my grave be unnamed.
Let it be unrecognisable too.
Let my haters remember how I wronged them.
Let the people who love me remember me without a plea.
Let my grave be unmarked,
Let me be just a passing thought.
Let my grave be unmarked,
So all those who pass mark it without a farce.
Let their feelings towards me ,
Of contempt or of respect,  be a prospect.
Let there be no doubt when you flicker your gaze at me ,
When I sleep for eternity,
Or till my souls redeems me.
Let my grave be unnamed,
Let my  people name me.
A liar , a deceiver , unloving child
A lover , a foe , a friend with no friends.
Let my grave be unnamed ,
Let my soul be unclean.
For all the thoughts that cross your mind,
Let those be with what I am remembered by,
Never the good , not the bad but the ugly truth with which I passed .
Let my grave be untouched,
Without grief , as their is no one else to cast your burden upon.
Let me go all alone,
As no one stood by me when I brimmed with life.
With all  my  love to share
Your hatred holding onto  my love
Let my grave be unnamed .
Let my peace be on loan
Let my soul be unmarked
Let my sorrow never follow through
Let me be without a tomorrow.
Brett Oct 2021
My heart orbiting
Around these years old coffee rings
That blemish these fading,
Family pictures.
                          A path of precession,
Towards the vernal equinox of my thoughts.
When the sun’s light Scatters evenly across
Lines in the sand We never dared cross
                                       Or,          
The last solemn ride For better words left unsaid
Death truly does Do us part
                            Death of a feeling
                            Fleeting
                                        Stars
                                                Upon
           ­                                             My
                                                            Ceil­ing
Glenn Currier Sep 2021
It is hot
I am sweaty and already tired
a lone mason out here in the sun
my back bent over the edge of the foundation.
Behind me the stack of bricks
in my hand the trowel
snatched up from my weathered toolbox.

My forehead drips joining the goo of mortar
I lay the mortar bed row
and grab the first brick
to begin the southern wall,
the wall that will face the first squall
of this troubled season.
Sometimes one must begin again the project of building sanity.
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2021
~
Jara sang undaunted,
Fet-Mats, turned to stone, dug deep,

—as if a silent prayer in Latin,

—as if the sacredness of wedding vows,

—demonstrative
as a water lily.

There's a perpetually simple elegance
to what water fallen words
kept in a tinderbox stir,

—bless the soft spoken
and the loud cry.

—bless the dead poet
and the buried miner.

—bless the nouns and verbs
of a crescent bride
about to receive her husband
inside of her.

~
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