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Meandering Words Apr 2020
perhaps
a sudden
flash of movement
as they pace
back and forth
or
a glimpse
of
a head
           a shoulder
                           an arm
as they bend
to their food
it's quite common
to see them
from behind
while their attention
is focused on something
bright
and colourful

it is not always possible
to see the inhabitants
of each enclosure
but
rest assured
they are in there
somewhere

may i suggest returning
at 8 o'clock on Thursday?
Meysa Apr 2020
you fight depression
armed but with a frown
and
your mother's tenacity
I hope that they told you
that for every bad
you did
a tonne
of good
- bad habits don't make you a bad person
It was 12:30 and if you'd believe it...this was early for me
I try to acknowledge these small victories
Hardly an epiphany it seems, but maybe it was for me
but as I sip this coffee made lukewarm by thoughts and reflections becoming the sunlight through the window illuminating a different spot on the floor, I know I must acknowledge it
The taste is more bitter than that first sip and it makes me question if this is really about taste
With each stretching step, I look for something new to set my sights on and make this worthwhile
Loading memories of adventure and friends and brighter days as a habit
and then scolding myself for not being here right now
Though I breathe deeply and take faith
I've made it through, more so I realize
I like myself and
I might as well
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Glenn Currier Apr 2020
I find myself caught in recycling
not cans and paper and glass
but thoughts and actions
habits can help
but being stuck in the habitual
sloshes me into a swamp
dank and stagnant.

What if I broke the cycle in half
opened myself to hidden reaches
of my mental soulful caverns?
Maybe this interruption
would reawaken my muse
from her drowsiness
sparkling and sprinkling me
with poetic stirrings.

It’s worth trying.
Carolina Mar 2020
I write, deep ache inside.
I cry, not knowing why.
I sleep, one more pill.
I drink, just want a thrill.
I read, not to feel alone.
I eat, not to reach my bones.
I dream, fed up of my life.
I quit, one more time.
I smoke, feet leave the ground.
I fly, elevated mind resounds.
I apologize, failed again.
I fall, wish to be dead.
Grace Mar 2020
My life is filled with bad habits

                I don’t have the energy to break
And I don’t really feel like trying anymore
George Krokos Jan 2020
No one around town likes a fly
and there's no need to question why.
It spreads germs all over the place
which in turn cause so much disgrace.

With living habits that aren't sound
it seems no one wants it around.
Cleanliness for it is absurd
because its food can be a ****.

When it lands on a person's skin
all their patience quickly wears thin.
They will try to brush it away
and doing so have a good day.

It's not for nothing that we hear
people saying things which are dear
like 'there are no flies on one's back'
meaning that person is not slack.

Woe to that insect called the fly
'cause on its demise none will cry.
Creatures like it on the food chain
are best ignored for they bring pain.

Though some creatures do feed on it
they've evolved stomachs that are fit.
They alone know what to expect
but which other forms will reject.
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Written in 2019
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