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Bekah Halle Oct 2024
Take a walk with me,
Come, let’s go,
Let’s fly away or bunker down low.
Don’t prepare, let your instincts lead and see.

Do you notice the streetscape?
Or do you look at me?
There’s the trees and the bees, mums and bubs on bended knees,
Plenty of amazing jewels leaving your mouth agape.

Memories fill our hearts with love,
Risky moments, tender moments, 
Slow moments, fast and fun moments,
Lifetime of treasures; mine, that fit like a glove.

We can’t toss them aside,
We can’t escape their joy or pain,
But we can let them be, washed away by rain,
Or liberated by the sun, whatever...don’t hide.

Live in this moment.
Not a moment too soon, or
Too late...act now! You’ll swoon ;p
It may not bring fortune, but atonement?!
Daniel James Oct 2024
Did you come here to pass the time
that would not pass without you?

Did you come here to move the time
that would not be moved without you?

Did you come here to meet the others?
To ask why they were leaving?

Did you come here when summoned
Is that summons what you believe in?

Did you come here of your own free will
before there was a you?

Did you come here from chaos?
Did chaos come from you?

Did you come here to dream a dream
that touched no one but you
And tell no one but always act
As though that dream were true

Did you come here from want or will
And all that came before?

Did you come here not knowing
Did you leave not knowing more?

Did you come here to pass the time
That would not pass without you?

Did you come here to move the time
that would not be moved without you?
Àŧùl Oct 2024
I sought recovery.
After my first breakup.
Social service attracted me.
I volunteered to teach for free.

Soon, I was back to old ways.
Delving deep into romance,
Finding my lucky chance,
Addiction called me again.

A co-volunteer she was.
And why not? Why not?
Me, she found interesting,
Who doesn't like an artist?

But she was a cold-blooded narcissist.
Yes, bigger than me, bigger than me,
Her pursuits included the world,
My pursuit was limited to her.

What went on in my life,
What she put me through,
What I found myself dealing with,
What I went through during that time.

Tasked with thirteen exams,
Me she had challenged,
Her narcissistic ways,
I cleared them all,

She was a liar,
Had a bloated ego,
I deflated her balloon,
She finally inflated mine.
My HP Poem #2009
©Atul Kaushal
I wonder how your eyes looked today,
My sweet babylove, I miss them so much,
I think of everything you hold in them,
So much to witness, I yearn for them;

So soft, so serene, so homely,
You have the beauty of the ages,
Our love glimmers in them,
Understandingly iridescent;
Ken Pepiton Oct 2024
There is a class of mortals uncondemnable to hell, honest.
You may qualify, this is the application, for the test.

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What do totally converted followers do?

Agree to call totally true, any line of scripture
gleaned from a scrap of a scroll… the evidence

demanding a verdict, the wave one may not ride.
Pride yourself in acting blown away,
by the ease of acceptance.

In truth, we all pass through doors of perceptible
collections conserved sense ever as far back as
the memories from builder eras, as far back as

Roman roads, and mines, and aqueducts,
good work for mule skinners and slave drivers.

Fair treatment civilized order, good work gets
granted good faith, knows its place, work gets
easier with at tension tied to why how is done,

for your attention, my Ai can script your norm
adjustments to scale across all your languages

at once, run, ask your God, by any chosen name,
if Invincible Ignorance was considered not fretting.

So, no hell, and you can imagine asking God
why hell is so easy to use in certain media bubbles.
First thing any good angel says is fear not, invincible ignorance, or good news.
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