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Mrs Timetable Jul 2020
When I ask you if you love me
You say “I do”!
When I ask you if you think I’m pretty
You say “I do”!
When I ask if you think Im a hard worker
You say “I do”!

Then I sometimes wonder why you put up with all my complaints and questions about life and do you really need to hear it over and over and over again,
I remember  25 years ago you said ....,

    “I do”!
Thank you for listening to all my needs for reassurance and hope
Mr Timetable
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020
Punished by the sun
in a desert of our love.

Slipshod the sailing stones,
how dispassion speckles the playa floor,
salt pans dissolve motivating force.

I'm a man returning to his ground.
You're a woman seeking refuge
in the cracked crevices of my rib cage.

So far below sea level,
where does love go from here to survive?

Perhaps, Chloride City
and the grave of a James McKay?

Maybe at Bottle House in Rhyolite,
the "Queen City"?

Either way, this sensation has become an unsacred mirage:

the watering hole, a leadfield,
with which we can only look back from.

Praying the sulfur in the sky
passes on from this place,

before we turn into something sodium, something akin to
Lot's careless wife.
Catnip Lily Jun 2020
The rain is pouring out of my soul
The roaring thunder left me cold
The blaring lightening is indeed bold
A sad story of a lady behold!
O Lord of the magnificent world
Please give us thy blessing tenfold
A prayer for me and all the readers ... Dear Lord please give thy blessing a billionfold.  
A wordly test that is difficult for me to endure, so resorting to poetry is the way to free my soul.
There is a hollow feeling within us
supressing the voice to identify us
Never has that kept us in loneliness
But had established a sense of emptiness.
Is that the sound of silence within us,
the emotions of our past reminisce?
Or is it the fear to face the future of us,
with the lack of confidence in us?
Whatever be the silence in us, let the hope in us,
Ever kindle the silence with the sound of endurance.

- Aishwarya Sridhar
Catnip Lily Jun 2020
Unbelieving the unbelievable
A difficult changing intervals
Time flows unstoppably
Stop just for a second!
How can it be possible?

The unbelievable
A death sentence? A mockery?
A test? Or a blessing?
Denying an undeniable, was it just a waste of my precious time?
Kairosclere Jun 2020
This, a story
Of love and endurance
A survival match
Among the wilderness
Away
From a house displaced
Lived a cat
Out of place,
In this cruel world.
He changed his hues
Constantly
Trying to fit in
This troubled cat,
Only to seek a soul
Much like its own.
He loitered about
Day and night long
Picked prey by hounds
Clean, from all use,
By these bunch of hyenas
That saw the cat
As everything
But their own.
Trying to escape
With each tick of the clock
From an inescapable fate
Which led him
To his cub.
As their eyes met,
Their souls intertwined,
He had found his world
Alas, one he could
Never call "mine"
With the days
Of their lives
Brimming with joy
The cat found himself,
Rediscovered, stupefied.
He decided
That a life
Without her, a lioness,
Would amount to nothing,
A life given meaning
Simply with every
Breath she took.
Alas, she breathed
For her lions instead,
Where she was one
Among the royals,
As entitled.
The cat, heartbroken,
Lost himself once again
The way he claimed back
From the void
He lost, once and for all.
As his cub
Grew with grace,
Into a fearless hunter
It finally reached him
They they might
Never live together.
Yet their small lives
Are still bound
By little promises made
He is,
In her broken mirror's world,
A black cat.
She sought answers from the stone
Long stood erased in the sun
Day after after day
Until, rains washed away the pain of sunburns
The stone lay cold
That’s all it knew
Be it rain or scorching sun
And one fine day
Folded hands she bent in reverence
The stone knew the answers
And now
She knows it too
Endurance
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