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Mark Wanless Jan 2021
now is just a thing
to do between birth and death
i am among gods
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2021
A sea of names
--the waterfall of praenomen

Nary just a sobriquet
this is who you are, child
or what you shall grow into

Bathe in it
take drink from its fountain
aver your lifeline and identity
to the cascading baptism

It's your birthright
Inspired by Jamadhi Verse's poem "inamorata"
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4189088/inamorata/
Vachaspathi Jan 2021
The central theme of the universe's biggest trilogy (the birth, the life, and death) is love!
Once through we passed
How young we were
At old the tunnel swallowed us
Weep not for us

Once again we shall pass
How young we are
At old the tunnel will swallow us
As birth did  before
Weep not for us

Endlessly life cycles
Butterfly from Caterpillar  
Caterpillar  from womb
Weep not for us

Thundering claps and steps
Roaring screams of joy
once again welcomes us
To a world anew
Rejoice for us
a present from God
fully wrapped with love and care
it’s me on my birth.
Sabika Dec 2020
I watch the sun rise
And the moon descend,
Over and over
Again and again.

What was once
Bright and vibrant
Has become dull and dim,
Even time ages,
Yet I remain still therein.

When the Earth burns
And the stars collapse,
I'll float alone in the dark,
My eyes roll back in my skull,
I am lifted up high,
But I'll never fall.

I watch the sun rise,
And the moon descend,
Death following death,
Over and over,
Again and once again
You are convinced
Your life has meaning
Because you still haven't witnessed,
Time
Die.
Imagine if you were immortal.
Amelka Dec 2020
The morning light is creeping unto my window sill,
it was warm and sweet, but agony in its rising from the ground.
summer doesn't stain me any shade of pink,
I remain a pallid white of cadaverousness.

the birds sing their birdsong to any ear that listens,
but as the flowers fall from trees, ears a lended elsewhere.
towards the monetary dictator, a tyrant in its blood,
we disregard the flowers our snow it comes as floods.

the birth of warmth it boils, swelters in God's midst,
a year is marked, and death - will give their graceful Kiss.
I S A A C Dec 2020
Evocative thoughts of the way our bodies interlocked
our fingers tightly woven like braids, only sunshine in your gaze
My complexity a recipe for brain-fog, robbed of the spontaneous blaze
living in fragmentation hoping if I kiss this green frog
then maybe a chocolate prince might melt my skin
Encapsulate my energy and wear me like perfume
make your four white walls our bedroom, to bloom like magic mushrooms
To leave this earthly body and ride the waves of the galaxy
slip you underneath my tongue, my personal ecstasy
Thought you could be the one but this is my warped trajectory
my destiny is filled with complexity, just a working bee collecting honey
Never expected me to find a remedy to this insanity of life on Earth
But baby it is none of my concern
Abner Ros Nov 2020
Copper walls insulated the cold heart of gold,
   with limbs of steel extending out,
touching the comparably icy concrete floor.
   The perfectly symmetrical skull of bronze contained
   an inhumanly small encephalon of cobalt,
packed with scarlet wires and a
near invisible flashing microchip.

Alone in the sterile room,
the infantile Adam,
now standing for the first time,
observed his surroundings as he further
         extended out his limbs – taking his first steps.
Steve Page Nov 2020
Some will sing of Scotland,
its heather and its hills
Some will sing of sunrise,
the coming of new dawns
Some will speak of hidden gems
some of treasured pearls
But I will sing of Alba Flower
when kneeling in my prayers.

I will thank my Father God
that she came before the dawn
that in the deepest night
Alba's bright new light was born
I will thank him for the joy
of finding this precious pearl
and thank him for entrusting us
with this wee bonnie girl.
Alba Maggie Flower bn 25 Nov in the early hours. Congrats to my friends Jon and Yvette.
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