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Sarangi Nov 2021
If I couldn’t stand rejection, I might not have loved you enough
Loving you doesn’t mean that I deserve your soul
You have right to find what you deserve
If you did not find what you seek for
You can leave, you have the right to go
the gate is always open
If you decide to stay and cherish what we have
You can come inside. You are very welcome.
Love me or love me not
I won’t blame you.
A love shouldn’t end with a steaming hatred in heart
You might have not loved me enough
There is no laws, no theories would say that the people we love should be belong to us
If you are happy somewhere, that's enough.
Love you unconditionally,
I let go my ego to own a space from your heart
Here onwards,
No struggle to hear your voice
Nor to see your handsomeness
Nor to feel your warm breaths on my lips
I made my peace
I don’t need ears to hear you or eyes to see you
I immersed my self in our small but sweet memories
So I could rejoice them
In a blink of an eye,
Have a walk on the beach
Sun drowning
Little water splashes
Wet clothes and two hot souls
Igniting desire
Beautiful butterfly flew away
Leaving  a tear of pleasure in her eyes…….
Diane K Pak Jul 2021
A friend tells me I am once in a lifetime.

A friend tells me I am no one second option.

A friend tells me I am one of a kind.

A friend tells me I am loyal.

A friend tells me I am humble.

But, I tell me to a friend who tells these things because I couldn't remember what it meant to be a once in a lifetime.
Jonathan Moya Jul 2020
Shout into the eyes
of sunlight
of the boy who dances in the light.

Every dragon’s death
foretells this child
onto even the smallest realm.

The Phoenix is an ally
to the boy
who forges worlds.

The stars proclaim his shine
this boy who dances in the light.

He is the boy
who flies
into the sun
and does not dissolve.

His chariot with flashing wheels
races with the rainbow.

He is the boy who
sells the golden trinkets
with 1001 truths in the bazaar.

Even the baubles know not all his stories
of pirates, pashas, tigers and kings.

After all has been vended
this boy with the wondrous tongue
will wipe the sweat of his brow
into the most damask bottle
and proclaim it genie’s breath.
Yazad Tafti Apr 2020
i'm mount st helen and i'm about erupt and spew this magma all over your  sacred, unchallenged city
yosemite national park am i and this geyser is about unleash steam deep into your ****** pores
you'll get a steam cleaning better than most nurturing spa's give in their treatment
you're that piece of slightly scuffled down fabric and i'm a needle dying to put my thread through your ever so narrow orifices
i'm the whale and i've been submerged in water long enough to have my blow hole spray like an 18th century stone sculpted fountain
i'm a landmine waiting to be triggered and you just miraculously stepped on my area of the turf
i'm the colours of holi and you just walked through an empty corridor paralleled with balconies of festive celebrators in your brand spanking new WHITE nikes and plain white 'mother says don't get your new shirt ***** or you'll be handwashing this with a gallon of detergent' t-shirt

i'm at peace once again,,, but i'm - a - building it up just again

Bhill Mar 2020
do you remember the gramophone
funnel shaped speaker and its really bad tone
the memory came back on this mornings walk
not at all sure why, but I could sure hear it squawk
the high tone sound of that very large disc
you had to wind it up so, that disc would spin brisk

it was a joyful thought and set my mind at ease
now have a good day with old memories please..

Brian Hill - 2020 # 88
Bhill Mar 2020
we need to honor the MEDICAL TEAMS
who are taking on this fight
they're at the front with all the risk
and sometimes there is no light
what would we do without them
as this virus takes control
one by one it pollutes us
in TEAMS, they stay on patrol
we need to honor the MEDICAL TEAMS
they will help us win for sure
they will hold their ground regardless
and help that someone find a cure

Brian Hill - 2020 # 86
Left Foot Poet May 2015
for Tascha

deep in the pond of unhappy, swimming,
drowning the next contemporaneous
depression thought quickly swallowed,
desperation in quick glances everywhere,
dawn is no consolation but just another
daily drawing tighter of twine cutting

dear god, commences every thought,
delayed answers have yet to arrive,
**** the deity's non-responsivness,
dare not say out loud lest,
deserved fates be worse, be realized,
didn't know? how can that be?
disguiser par excellent, I am the original

But I never think about

death or dying, for that would be
defeat finale, a statute to, a status of none, a
destiny some wick spark, still insists can be

differed always,
diffidently, but grasping yet at the
double entendre that is my
dark vision of a future already past

May 2015
may 2015, back when I could write...
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