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Nat Lipstadt Oct 2021
I read to find inspiration.
I write to restore candor to the mind.

N. Scott Momaday

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Find Inspiration:
a phrase that diodes light, a one-way current within,
making me a selectman, “of thee I sing, of thee I write,
of thee am I composed and fodder for thy dissection &
”my decomposition.

a phrase that reads me more than I read it,
jumps onto my ontological eyeballs, a great leap
forward, and I suppose humdrum you could call it,
inserted inspiration

Restoring Candor:
thus begins expiation+ excoriation+ exhumation;
a longish road to candor restoration, where plausible
deniability is denied, Jedi verbal mind tricks are
just in movies, and candor is really “can-do(r)!”
but
no one dare say that
for fear of being laughed at,
a cancelled jingo-lingo-patriot.
Wed.  Sep. 1, 3:28PM
found this in my scrap file, can’t recall if used but!
Laura Nyro asked me to rhapsodize and rap upon it.

Who could refuse her?
Rama Krsna Aug 2021
i’m flattered......
but i suspect
you will be the one doing the ‘killing’......
singing my life with your words
killing me softly with your poems
“after all there is no point in living
if you don’t feel alive”......


© 2021
dedicated to the queen of the metaphor, a talented writer waiting to crawl out of her shell.
Karijinbba Jul 2021
Poets write poetry sharing
wisdom of roads not taken
their gray brain sprouts multicolored flowers
of visions seeking love
splattered by remnants
of great lovers past
ankored daggers
in heart
Lovers paint their own ark
A poets spinning top is art
lasting longer as it may
their name De Plume
may dictate ageless
candor
but their tops spinning
out off ballance
topples and falls;

Poets and lovers notice
people aren't tops,
karma cause and effect
Action innaction
dictates
the inevitability of
their top's last spin,

Even of poetry
What may last forever?
new poets are birthed 
like seasons do
returning thus
the spinning top
  of poets and lover's vise.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All Rights.
Inspired by life and poets galore
On HP and ancient poetry of lovers of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness
That We The People
the lover poets live on.
Anya Sep 2018
I’d rather honestly
Spill my feelings
With my words
Than,
Rely on
Ambiguous actions
Meaby Pom May 2018
I was played like A broken record.
Same excuse, same routine, a new measure.
My life changed, yes
For the better.
Because through the mess, I met her.
Written out like a long letter.
Shipped out, A short cryptic message
That I had sent her.
'You deserve the world, more than what he can give you, just believe me when I say you can do better.'
Pieces of the confusing story of how I met the love of my life, through others cheating I had found the woman of my dreams.
There was a big boom once

Population dynamics are intrin-
sic functions of gumption
and big booms echo in eternity.

I look at the industrial revolution
through infrared filters
to parameterize the haze of our lives using

a kaleidoscope landmarking
technique andor technology
where the function of plutocracy

(and it is taking shape)

while it resonates on post-reformations
and pre-modernisms
How do you like them schizms?

Living the religion of
capital ~ ism
and paying homage on prayer mats of

blood ~ sweat ~ and 1, 2 many beers
through our blue collar dollars and
masonry jars and crossroads guitars

(and between the bars)

of our own creation.
Now moving toward remediation
and un-plebiation.

I cried vermouth and reconciliation while
they expunged truth and trylobytes.
The inevitability always bubbles up.

And in the trailer park of our lord: 2017
Ricky and Julian and Bubbles
pay homage to a great poet lost: Mr. Lahey.

(within the mystery of our own creation)

Thus we toast to: The Theatre of Life
"Birds of a shitfeather flock together" ~ Mr. Lahey ~
I’m a logician
A tic-tac-tician
Accountable to
Me

Bringing it day andor
Night
It’s time to get
Into My groove

Cause ... caustic ... causality
Tom waits for no one.
And the Earth died screaming while you and I lay dreaming
Like a moon in clouds so your face in curly hair
Allow my love me some glowing beauty to share
Let me kiss your glowing cheeks in trance to share
World may not have witnessed such flair so rare

Flowers blossom in such a way only in real spring
Let my love give your beauty a wonderful swing
Let me compose many songs on your beauty to sing
Allow me to beautifully make a love chain and string

Only you care for me in this cruel world of hawks
In your company I can encounter all blocks ,rocks
Let us just cherish our all hidden and inherent talks
Let us bear together all lovely and violent shocks

Even if we die but our longing will travel for ever
You my sweetheart is just mine I can declare ,aver
Dawn carries along all hope like just a vast azure
My love I love you let me take to world my candor

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Baseball bats and steel pipes are useless
the only real weapons that I use are my words.
Dhaye Margaux Sep 2015
My love, I have been waiting for your touch
How I long to feel you from morning 'til night

Love me gently, embrace my blatancy
Kiss my innocence, hold me so tight

I'll surrender all to you, my love
Please just stay at my sight

Your song, my song, I hear it
From your heart, my precious knight

My knees are shaking, my heart is beating so fast
My lips are waiting, kiss me, baby, it's alright

You said that you love me, prove it to me, my love
Let your skin touch mine, give me what's just right

My heart, my soul, I'll give you my all
Come one, baby, I am yours tonight*...
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