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Amna Khan May 4
The sprinkled moondust
hovering above the wisps of clouds,
veil the puzzle pieces
as they linger
in the pools of wisdom
left behind by the sages,
where the thinkers have bathed
and left their sorrows,
to come out immaculate;
leaving a legacy
for the new intellectuals to put together.
Comment if you liked any specific parts of my poem. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
FRITZ Apr 25
perception sits on ever-precarious ledge

let the slip the moon

hug the static barges and wash up

       out to sea it won,t be as bad

as you,ve been lead to believe.



get off the fence

embrace what you don,t know instead of

            shelving it indifferently

watch the mass grow

and the flowers bloom and

                 wipe that sour look off your face



melt with me

warm with me

            open your jaws and embrace my flesh

in a gossamer drown of dotted beads

summon up from my flesh all the curious colo(u)rs

                    of our perverse delicacy.
the despair lays siege on my senses.
no body is a venture
care for yourself
as you would care
for your art
your home
your heart
with conscience as
your guide
a gift to share, not hide
listen and retain
as the beat echoes

match this frequency
born as me
a silhouette to a wave
i am free
I think..
Darryl M May 2019
Left index finger pulling up her chin,
"Submit Love, I'm in control now."

Meanwhile;
Don't scream, no need to be too loud,
But don't hold it in,
Sigh, moan, release the gulp of your desire.

I come not to tame the beast,
But to **** it off.

And here I was,
In a world where
She fell in love with words
I wasn't even saying.

Every ****** stroke
Led her closer to the inner man,
I was hiding.

Suddenly tranced to a place
where less is too much...
Completed: 26th May 2019
Jenny Gordon May 2019
There IS a reason we're told to beware of what we...everything, really.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXVIII)


Swear off the pleasures I knew ere cuz thence
I'm too, what, eh? beleaguered to avail
Me of indulgence, yes.  No choc'late, pale
As loving oft to nibble it fr'intents
Home in my father's house.  And thus, what hence?
The id'ot box passe, I'd in betrayl
Now clean forgot the litrature's detail
Which shaped my thoughts and manners, yea, my sense.
Take oh, the lux'ry of an essay fer
Lo, minutes on familiar turf I knew
Weeks, months, so many years ago as twere
Likeas my other "food," and what ah, to
Effect?  As if my thinking clears in poor
'Scuse for brief seconds, oh how sweet tis too!

24May19d
There's nothing quite like whom you associate with...eh?
A Simillacrum May 2019
Where's this abject
anger come from?

Is it innate or
is it
an acquired trait?

Who owns these lips
grinning at gains?

Out comes the wolf?
Out comes the hominid.

Who owns these tongues
dripping silver?

Produce and consume.
That's how it is.

What an art it is
to dispel doom.

Tried selling concepts?
That's where it is.
Jeff S May 2019
When I was a boy, the castles of education
soared impossibly large: Brick-laid with Blake, mortared
with Marx, wound round-about with subsidized ivy, rooted
in the 17th century.

And me, just me, on two legs, from 1981.

The flickering incandescence of rebellion started in
these fortressed halls; ideas more snapped than volleyed, until
at the end of our emotional tether, we society on our pale legs,
we sure did fall to a gust of reason.  

Emotion pounded at the walls in every century; and minds, fortified with logic and stoney fact, beat back, beat down, beat away the
Crying, yelling minds. For tears do not make progress.

I was tender, careful, deferential in my youth—an idealist without ideas; merely the powder keg of emotion lurking somewhere beneath my epithelial smarts. Ready and willing to rain against the parapets of education with unsightly feeling.

And I stood, in my academic frock, at the feet of the great hall of learning. And I wondered if my legs could stand it.

Is it any wonder I was raised to be an intellectual?
ATILA Mar 2019
To put an effort to read
Is on another level of powerful deed
Though you only learn 0.1% from it
When it's actually the other 99.9% you should heed
Don't demoralized, just don't quit!
Cause there'll be a day when you can use this minuscule knowledge
As a whole merit
To eliminate one's ignorance livid.
A 10-minutes poem.
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