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George Krokos Oct 2023
I once knew a girl from a north country shore 
as it was some place I had been to before.
We had met one fine day going down the street
each walking in opposite directions sweet.
We were both minding our own business when
an incident happened for us to meet then;
some elderly lady with a shopping bag
was coming along but got caught in a snag;
one of her shoes on the uneven pavement
nearly sent her headlong towards derailment.
Fortunately for her we were both there to
stop her from falling and to save the bag's spew.

As we helped the lady and looked at each other
we caught a gleam of light in our eyes to bother
all preconceived notions of what life was about
and it seemed we were both uneasy to find out.
For we looked up and away with sighs of relief
then back again at each other in disbelief.
I couldn't help seeing then the look on her face;
reflections of my own as from a mirrored place.
Or was it an image from deep within my heart
projected outward being therein from the start?
What happened next was not so amazing to tell
as we spoke certain words of greeting and farewell.
Written in January, 2023
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2022
She looked at me
Like I was familiar
She smiled at me
Like I was familiar
She waved goodbye
Like I was a stranger

Silence then followed
Genre: Dark
Daivik May 2021
Eid Mubarak
ईद मुबारक
عید مبارک ہو
No more time,
for us to exchange greetings.
And no more time,
for us to exchange words.
Indonesia, 2nd March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2020
Let me repeat
You already know
In case
No one has told you
Here it is

Good morning
You are beautiful
Have a better tomorrow
Stay blessed
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: In Silence
every heart stops beating
not every man's worth meeting
I can see by the cheesy greeting
this conversation's not worth completing
we could be great, but it would be fleeting
in the end, you'll end up cheating
and it'll be this number you're handing me, that I'll be deleting
The open way is coming
Try to tie
Your love with your family
Call your parents
Ask in truly

Phone your sons
Greeting your daughters
Make a beautiful kiss
Flaying over clouds
Chattering the fear
Improving our tie

That is a way
In addition to obey
Our Gods who can forgive
The faults and can give
Happiness clouds that will save
Our plants of life
the love and makes good tie will overlap any and tie with your family
Wayne Wysocki Dec 2019
I don't mean to anger or jar you,
But you've hit on a pet peeve of mine;
To answer your question, "How are you?",
I'm required to say, "I'm just fine".
Copyright © 2019 Wayne Wysocki
Ken Pepiton Nov 2019
Is this not prayer?
is this tool not the tool I hoped for? The pen
filled by the ever-flowing flowery ink
that re-news old knowns
left to ripen under bald and hoary heads
in stoney hearts softened by seventy years worth
of salty tears
and sad songs

"great was the number of them,
wombed ones all, who sang of the victory to be"

Miriam and Hannah, Deborah and Jael, who
retold those tales by the rivers of Babylon?

And who fueled the furnace seven times hotter,
to signal the unbelivable fourth.
being likend unto the son of god, though the
analogy seems
lacking evidence that the likeness can be reproved.
Look again.

This magi-tech converged from all the poetic,
ethos of logo marks making proper
ification of a rythm's
un legit singin' in public,
on the corner, wit' Willie and the po'boys
beat me daddy six t' the bar---
--- those ethnic poundings on my skull,
--- send those feelings, urging, grow grow grow
--- 'til the roofs cain't hold hope in


hear come them ol' time thought cops,
wee gray dominees preparing dominoes for

one reason,
dominos are never stood to stand, but to fall

touching one, touching one, touching one

whisper, rest
the waiting is over, this is the time
to start all over.
A traditional hermit's prayer found
scratched on the inner edge of my skull when I had my wisdom teeth replaced so I could chew the meat of the gospel dried to stone.
Belive, beliv and believe are ligit by right, but not same same, don't blame me.
kainat rasheed Nov 2019
The light that is shining through my window
That darkness that is getting into every vein of my body

The water that is washing  my face
That water that is drowning me so far inside

The flower that is sprouting in every color
That color that is inside me is scattering somewhere

The breeze that just crossing me now
That  is  Getting heavy on my every breath

The man who is just passing by me
that idea that I'm not letting go of it anymore

The first word that my tongue is saying out now
That last words that  I'm writing  here

The greeting for which I was just giving my hand
That distance that  I am now  keeping from all of them
hi !
after  so long :))
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