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Nat Lipstadt Dec 2019
~for my poet friends who will understand exactly
the nature of our ailment/adventure~

it begins when once poem titled,
which, a first clue, nothing more, a mumbled prophesy,
an arrow to duration & direction home but unknown,
a one-way stop sign neatly lettered in the
smallest sized letters with the disclaimer above

you sojourn to an uncultivated land, not sown.

you travel to places “finding out what you
don’t want to know, what you don’t want to find out,”
no guide, no well trodden path, no cultural prescribed woke diktats,
you are,
taken unwilling more than you lead, where endings
surprising, unforeseen, return tickets never offered for sale

pick words, more likely,
they pick you,
the only constant your rapid metabolism,
a winter snow blow, swirling churning, even midst
the most languid, sultry southern summer day

mind the mind.
mind the ground frozen until a tiny tickle trickle verse
becomes a full-on ground melt, wet and soggy,
******* you into a
rice-rock-hard pellet-poem thriving,
you observe your own drowning in a
6 inch deep wet paddy

the bottom line,
the net net, summary judgment
you commenced with urgent hesitancy for the
risks are great now, pen dagger chest pointed,
you, ******, in crosshairs, your own graven idol image

having found out what you
don’t want to know,
having found out what you
don’t want to find out

find myself weeping,
fists holding my head,
communing with floorboards oak hardened,
groaning acknowledging,
this, this, THIS


this discovering, uncovering,
this is
why I write,
this is
why I dare not write anymore!





12/13/2019
so-me-times the compulsion is greater than the fear
Erian Rose Nov 2019
missing you
will be hard
but finding you again
is worth forever
TS Ray Nov 2019
When I search for you,
Will I find you?
When I find you,
Will I meet you?
When I meet you,
Will I tell you?
When I tell you,
Where will you be?

I may not know the words,
but silence is all I speak through.
I may not know the plays,
but character is what”s true.
I may not know the ending,
but beginnings are about due.

I may not be the richest,
but I am richer by you.
I may not be the wisest,
but wisdom in loving you.
I may not be lovable,
but love is all I got for you.

So when I tell you,
Where will you be?
Eliseatlife Oct 2019
ME
What you see
It isn't me

I didn't go there looking for you
I went looking for me

But here you are
and somehow in finding you
I think I've found myself to
Poetic T Oct 2019
You'll never dilute the memory
                           of my last words..


That as I wondered the paths you
                               never trod upon.

Some uneven, but still I gazed upon
                       things you could have


gazed over...


But you never would walk footsteps,
              taking you beyond the safety


of those you followed...


My path was never smothered by
                                misconceptions.

I walked in life,
              while you stood still...


Mine was a diverse wondering,

                   some more heavy than others.

But I carried the baggage of my past and took
          new paths...


My last words are,
             take more footsteps than
          others,
              for if you stand still to long the view

is dull, and you haven't lived till you took that
                                                             extra step.
Julie Grenness Sep 2019
Of fur friends I am a fan,
Have you tried a Catscan?
I wander the dark backyard,
Finding Kitty is really hard,
Where are you now, naughty thing?
Do not me any dead mice bring!
I do not need such morn offering,
Catscan for you, do please come in!
Giggles, feedback welcome.
OpenWorldView Sep 2019
we stood in the cold
looking into each other
just before we kissed
adept Jul 2019
the metaphor for the phenomenons of the world
who we come to for advice, guidance, wisdom
i can’t find my way
i have no faith
but i’m searching
life is hard. we r all trying
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