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Sometimes I  want to disappear from view
You know to work on what I know I need to
Like being in the Breeze of What is Me
Without questioning  if this  decision is an  extreme

Perhaps I hunger for more routine in life
Free  from the sufferings and strife
To experience the sense of nothingness
And flow more mindfulness!

DLR
09/07/2024
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George Krokos May 12
Nature responds by
extreme weather conditions
to man's transgressions
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A haiku written in late 2021.
Robert Ippaso Jun 2023
What price adventure
When the risk outweighs the venture,
No dishonor not to start,
Merely you just being smart.

If compunction is the cause,
That adrenaline rush which draws,
Take a breath and think it through,
Is the only one affected - you?

Does bravery need be so foolhardy,
With reason as an afterthought and tardy,
When blind desire clearly trumps all thought,
For ego trips that can be simply bought.

Extreme tourism knows no other name,
Never quite the path to everlasting fame,
At best it gives a sudden winded rush,
At worst with Death itself you'll surely brush.

So many have regardless met such fate,
Gone far too soon before their fated date,
For every mountain peak or ocean deep,
Lie countless graves where mothers sadly weep.
My Dear Poet Jan 2022
“lay low”,
said the lilo
and stay slow
till the wind blow
go down
don’t drown

go on
slip along
stay afloat
in this boat
be brave
stay strong

drift and glide
hover and rest
ain’t it lovely
ride and slide
feeling alive
without a guide
or safety vest
Life is such and so
I S A A C Oct 2021
I found me in the nuance
lost me in the extreme
reduced me to a shoebox
so you could be the star of the scene
breaking at the seams, seen this exact sequence in my dreams
angels always warning me of the person attempting to scorn me
The nature’s clouts

Stabs to make us sense

Her occurrence

Again and again

Yet again

Rumbling gales, shattering typhoons,

And life intimidating seismic activity

Mark us exceptionally anxious

About our breathes and there after

Lies a plethora of secrets

Yet to come,

Will blew us black and blue

Nostalgic about the noble timeworn days

I will someday make this

Turn into imagination from reality!

But up till than

We will have to writhe

Extreme hardship

And extreme hardship.
Extreme Destitution
JakeY Sep 2020
I'm not the better half,
I'm not the worst either.
Not that we are equal or same
You are just the best and the worst,
The first and the last.
I just lie between those two extremes,
Never to surpass my lower and upper limits.
Have you wondered what average feels like?
What insignificant or common tastes like?
Always being at the buffering state,
Neither acid nor base,
Neither hot nor cold,
Just lukewarm.
No distinct shape or colour
Not white or black,
Just grey.

This is my state of mind at the moment!

Not evil, not good.
Just there,
Lost in the shadows of time and space.
Weren't we all born special?
Aren't we all perculiar?
Is this just my speciality?
Never to be specially special but to be specially normal.
Counted as part the masses.
Never in the spotlight,
But the one behind the spotlight.
Do you care to think of me?
Jack of all trades they say,
Master at none


It seems hard to understand my plight;
Difficult to comprehend the sight.
You look down on me from that height
And you say, "YOU MUST BE ALITTLE ALIGNED TO THE LEFT OR RIGHT"
The first poem I ever wrote. I was going through a tough time of fitting into everything.
Mansi Jul 2020
Wind has such range:
It is gentle enough
To make a hot day better
Or
Strong enough
To wreck havoc

I think people are the same
Each capable of both extremes
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Love’s Extreme Unction
by Michael R. Burch

Lines composed during my son Jeremy’s first high school football game (he played tuba), while I watched my wife Beth watch him.

Within the intimate chapels of her eyes—
devotions, meditations, reverence.
I find in them Love’s very residence
and hearing the ardent rapture of her sighs
I prophesy beatitudes to come,
when Love like hers commands us, “All be One!”

Keywords/Tags: mother, son, love, extreme unction, devotions, meditation, reverence, love’s residence, beatitude, beatitudes, heaven, unity, solidarity, togetherness, oneness, one
Dominique Mar 2020
The dinner guests have all agreed:
"Why yes, we love the poor;
The softened little sunken eyes-
What's there not to adore?
The way they dress in raw distress
It's flaunted like Dior-
For heaven's sake, there's lots of steak
Who's for a little more?"

Now that the meal is over
The subject's come and passed
The dinner guests compare their crests
Sat smugly on their ***
Now that the sun is setting
The poor rise from the streets
It's time to stumble round again
And scrounge some food to eat.
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