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jasmine wild Apr 21
i believe breathing in an air of love
would be the same as gasping in the
beckoning sweetness of a crimson rose on a
fresh summers day
JKirin Apr 7
the season of snows and sorrows.
Bygone are its long frozen nights.

Spring brings
the promise of brighter morrows
and wonder to everyday sights.

I watch
as beautiful cherries blossom.
With them,
a light in my heart ignites.
watching cherry blossoms and letting go of the worries
Pan dulce se sienta en un plato de pastelería en mi cocina
Rara vez tocado, pero siempre admirado
Fresco y colorido y lleno de variedad.
Los panes delicados quedan sin comer
Todavía los compro como recordatorio de
Mi familia en otra tierra a un mundo de distancia
Parece más cercano cuando estoy rodeado por el sabor, los olores y las texturas de la casa de mi padre biológico.
Mi Familia
Mi casa en Mexico
English version
Pan dulce sits on a pastry plate in my kitchen
Rarely touched, but always admired
Fresh and colorful and full of variety
The delicate loaves go uneaten
I still buy them as a reminder of
My family in another land a world away
It seems closer when I'm surrounded by the taste and smells and textures of my birth father's home
Mi Familia
Mi casa en Mexico
Let me be like the spring, let me touch your life and bring you a touch of
Sweetness, and
Ever lasting happiness,
Like a beautiful flower.

Hussein Dekmak
Entrapped in the storm
Fate laughs and mocks
Limping and fighting
Tears rolling, mouth drooling
A thought surfaces
Surrender, let the storm plunder
A voice within whispers
Son of a lion never surrenders
Where's the tenacity?
Stick to the ground
Let the storm pass
Long it doesn't last
Once it passes
Stand up and straighten
the crown
Proceed to mend your dress and mien
Cool down your nerves
Relax listening whispers of forests and streams
Beckoning to redeem the lost ground
Return rejuvenated to the town
Start a fresh innings of your life with a bang
Kristin Jan 21
A hard reset
Just turn it off
and on again

A reboot
Control, alt, delete
and then the task manager

A factory restore
A blank screen
a fresh start

Tabula rasa
The clean slate
is a myth

We come in to the world wailing
Live wailing, or wanting to wail
and then the death rattle

Yet, in a world of robots
Fluorescence and computers
we long for that factory reset

The great do-over doesn't come
The ability to create anew arrives every moment
We choose it or we don't

Control, alt, delete
Should be
Surrender, function, create

Clean my cache
Delete my history
surrendering to the mystery

This human doing needs a reboot
An upgrade, if you will
to being a human being
Juno Jan 21
A foreign feeling- hope?
Is it hope which has settled on me,
after such trials?
The dawning sky has color I've not seen for years.
Man Jan 15
i met you young
dumb and full of angst
you reached out to hold my hand,
i recoiled back

but it wasn't you

you told me you loved me
i was shocked into disbelief
no, that couldn't be true
i bore the flak

for telling you what i thought i knew

twenty now, a fresh man
i could see how you did
i can see how you can

too bad I didn't know it then
Av Dec 2020
The end of an era is just the beginning
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