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Maxim Keyfman Sep 11
weep weep weep the whole world
cry the whole cycle of darkness and light
and the whole azure of heaven and all the azure
and all the books that were on the bookshelf
on the shelf that burned then in august
when attacking death on our house

scatter the same voices last fatal
be carried away and carried all around
do not give air to all this here
do not give the sky and do not give more papers
do not dictate any more of these strange words
perhaps the land is worth and it will be necessary to stop

and right now and at this very moment
and it is at this hour this month in this year
all stopped what it means stopped even then
then when august was next to me when the books were
when the whole world was not even in the flames at all
when the bookcase was with me and the leaves did not sob

Bexis Sep 7
No matter how hard you work...
No matter how much you make...
No matter how much it takes...
It is never enough.

Let me say that again!
It it never enough.
You live your whole life to make as much as possible.
No matter the cost.

Work 3 jobs, work over 60 hours a week.
Only to get a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment.
Because you have to have your own bathroom.
You have to have the best of everything.

You talk about your dream house.
Yet you can't even afford to fix up the house you live in.
Talk about how many people are going to leave you money when they die.
To talk about how rich you'll be.

Here I am.
Scraping by.
In a cheap apartment.
Barely afford to get groceries.

But you know it's no skin off my back.
I have something way better than being rich.
At least I have a place to live and a job.
I have a girlfriend who I would die for.

Some things are better than money.
I am glad I know this.
I am glad I don't run in circles for it.
Life is what you make it.

If that's what you make it about, that's okay.
I choose to believe there is more to life than that.
rob kistner Aug 30
(on hearing a mouse under the bed)

where do you come from
little guy

under our bed

what are you doing
waking us from our sound sleep

what is your intention
what’s under there that’s so interesting

perhaps a morsel of snacks-in-bed
maybe a wayward snip of thread

certainly your intention is not to hide
not scratch scratch scratching on the frame
like you are

maybe it’s just your nervous tick

oh wow
I get it now
my constant leg twitch
my wife’s annoyance

but then
there’s her incessant tapping with her pen
marriage is nothing if not tolerance

but her sister
damned hard to believe she’s from her family

and you
down there
where do you come from
where is your little house

you’re lucky you know
you’ve been pardoned tonight
granted a reprieve

my wife loves critters
critters all
large and small

she thinks you’re cute
she thinks you’re funny
she thinks you’re innocent

though you and me
we know better don’t we

but tonight
you picked right
the right house
little mouse
the right bed to be under
to pursue your plunder

you’re safe

…for now


rob kistner © 2008
(revisions © 2018)
We lived for 25 years outside Portland, Oregon, in the foothills if the Cascade Mountains.  Field mouse were regular visitors at season's change.
A decade ago I wrote this little ode to our mouse friends.
Last night, I caught sight of one for the first time in the three years we've lived here in civilization. So I pulled this little ditty out, tightened it up - here it is...
Peter Balkus Aug 29
Let the child play with cards,
let him build the house,
let him see
how the wind blows it over
and how it feels.

Let him do it all over again,
let him understand
the hidden meaning of this play.

No, he is not too young
to understand
the deeper meaning
of this play.

It's never too early
to understand
and nobody is too young
to understand.
Inspired by Jean-Siméon Chardin' painting "The House of Cards".
E over c2 Aug 28
Im scared too
We didn’t plan for this
We assumed to wander
But now I cant help but wonder
What fucking chances these are
For you to pop out from the crowd
For you to pick up your phone
For you to pick me.
I could of stayed home that night.
And none of this would be the same.
We could of met at any point.
In the past, too early to be ourselves.
In the future, too late for our eyes to catch sight.

What I’m trying to say is that the universe put pieces in place for us to meet when we did
Because if we didn’t, would we/you/I still be here today?
We offer each other safety and happiness in abundance like hugs.
And passion like popping champagne.
And right now
Right fucking now
The universe is testing us.
It gave us these pieces and started the puzzle and now we have to finish it.
Because everything that is worth while is worth fighting for.
While we wait for weather to clear and sun to shine through,
Enjoy the rain clouds, because next time they come along, we’ll be in sunlight of our own.
Next time the rain comes life will have only just begun
Because like water to a plant those clouds bring me life and hope that one day
One day.
That house will exist.
And sure, we didn’t plan to have this at this time.
But fuck it.
When did things ever go to plan?

It’s us against the world.
I’m holding your hand until the day you let me go but I’m praying that day will never come.
So maybe I am scared, but I’m not worried.
Scared because I can’t see the future;
But not worried because I can imagine it.

Let’s write our own fairy tale.
Chris Neilson Aug 27
I used to think you were pretty
I liked your spirit
you were always growing
always reaching for the sky
you could be clingy
but it was all part of you being you
but then you didn't know when to stop
greedily absorbing the sun and rain
climbing my walls with abandon
disregarding all in your path
determination to be seen by everyone
passers by stopping to view you
it's been a difficult decision
but you were causing too much damage
you were out of control
so there was only one solution
I cut you off at your roots
to die a dignified demise
killing you wasn't easy
there are signs you're still not dead
but all good things end sometime
dear ivy, you've given me a hell of a ride
Ivy growing on my shed then spreading all over one side of the house and even trying to get into the guttering and on the roof!
Seanathon Aug 27
A home is not HOME
Unless you choose it to be
Even if you had
At one point in time
You must again
Or it's just another USE TO BE
Growing Out Of A House
Shofi Ahmed Aug 25
A house can be made without
   a president
     a doctor
       an engineer and without
         a tycoon.
But without
            a woman can't make
              a sweet home!
Maxim Keyfman Aug 22
the moon burned with blue fire
there were houses and lanterns around
there were also darknesses and flies
and we walked with a friend straight
went straight to the celebration and home

we left the embankments
and we left the vineyards
and we left the streets by the airplane
and we left the shops
and everyone moved on their way

Our house is flooded
stop crying, its not helping
only adding more
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