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Khoi-San Aug 5
Sick,
is the sea, I love
behold the wobbling blue sky,
the boat rocks,
my rod drops,
I fall overboard
elated.
Awe Evie you came here fighting. Pulling the oxygen out of your nose. Trying to get out of the incubator you were not having it little girl. You are such a doll baby with a beautiful face. I love your orange hair I can't wait to see what color it will turn out to be. You are named after me Ms. Evieana Lillian. I'm named after my grandmother which makes you the third. My grandmother had red hair she was biracial just like you. So it's so cute that you have her name orange hair and spunky attitude. I thank you for being strong enough to fight. Wonderful enough to love and a small bundle enough to hug and kiss on. You are my Lilly boo and I thank Jehovah that I got the chance to meet you❤.
Evie is my name sale and the last baby of my daughter's.
am i something other than the scoff of thunder?
other than the whimper of the wind?
do my words mean more than the weeping of a storm?
or am i the same as the breeze out of reach of the hurricane’s rage?

shall i linger like ash
or drift like sea-foam?

what matters more
how loud my song
or how long it echoes?
or how long it echoes?
Nat Lipstadt Jun 2018
For Emma Ottinger “I put out (my stories) just because”

“just because”
that’s the best excuse you got girl?

cause be-ing
just
is a **** good one

way back in March
wrote a declaration^ to all those just
beginning with an iota of courage and
a good story telling
way of seeing and the
secret sauce-way
to spin my imagination in
my eye sockets
with their well words,
for I am a drinker of
the beaujolais firsts of the new grapes
of young poets

words welling springing from between
the oohs and ahs and the damns -
I wish I had wrote that...

so here’s a hero push - so many kinds of bread to
fill our baskets, please girl may I have some more?
so here’s to you - and the Great Plains that birthed you,
and the breadbasket of four poem/stories you poured out
that were so far from plain, how could you know of seas and sea foam and cobalt and mahogany human body parts?

and the speech patterns of waves that took me decades to learn?

use those “Jacob’s ladders between your fingers,”
“whistle me like a stray dog following,”
for that’s what “the kingpin of my flighty wits”
requires, for this old scribbler is now:

“firmly rooted for a girl who's bold enough
to crack the whip over her head if
ever went to war with myself.
A confidant that won't run,
won't offer half truth when
the whole of it
is all that actually matters.”

so write with that window light on and
wheat fields that can be reenvisioned as the gray-blue sea
from which I crawled out of croaking...
to read you rightly

6/25/18
10:25PM
There have times before I met my wife to be I've lived outside In all kinds
of weather with just a sleeping bag folded on my back
Those days I exsprienced
what people would call freedom beholden to no one but myself free to travel where and when ever I wanted
to
Finding anywhere to lay my head at night that might be a hedgerow field or perhaps some sandy beach sitting watching the sun go down over the beautiful
sea
Then to fall asleep under the vastness of the sky stars for all to see and gently drift to sleep with the sound of the sea that's what freedom Is all about living free no pressures that's what freedom
was to
me
Nothing is really
All that strange
If you think
Too much or
For long enough
If there really is
A great big man
Who lives in
The clouds and
Watches our
Every move
Then why
Is it such a big deal
When people love
Each other
In a way they're
"Not supposed to"
If an immortal
Presence graces
Our every moment
Then why do we
Care if someone
Cuts their hair
When there are
Wars and natural
Disasters why do
We prioritize
Someone's abortion
In the news
Besides, who is
This "God" guy
Why the hell
Should we trust him
He "created" us
But we don't owe
"Him" anything
In case you couldn't tell, I'm a raging agnostic. Anyways, why do people give other people **** about tiny things, like wearing what they want or learning what they want or generally just not being sheep. If there's a "god", we've got bigger problems to worry about. And if there isn't... let's just say that getting a pixie cut is way less "weird" than gathering weekly to worship the nonexistent sky god. Just saying.
I am the worm
I can be harm
I can be calm

But
I am the worm
No matter people like me
No matter people hate me
But
I am the worm
I can be little
Down, down and brittle
But
I am the worm
I can be big
Fears any thing
But
I am the worm

She met a great snake
She said with astonished
That the worst
She ran and escaped
The snake said with the confident



The worm said,”
That is calm
I will have a rest
That is a cave
She entered the opened
Mouth of The fish
The fish said ,”oh! My God
That is the great present
I will swallow it in one amount”
The worm said,”
Oh please, can I be heard,
Master”
The fish said,” tell me!”
The worm said,”
I know a place
Where a great worm has
A great meat without bones
You can swallow it
Without any hard”

The fish said,”
Guide me, guide”

The worm said,”
You promise , you will not eat
Me
And let me
Free,”
The fish said,”
Yes, that is my promise.”
The fish said at himself,’’
I will eat the great worm
After I eat that worm
When she guided me to the road”

When the worm reached
She pointed to the big worm
Who was the big snake
Who ate the fish
And the little worm hided
the life is the greatest danger. to get your life safe, you must have a great mind
Since she's been gone
I've had to turn my
around ajust again to
single life as once I'd
lived for many
years
How strange life Is can
change so quick from
happy to sad to be left remembering of all you
had
That'll  be no more but
left to dreams to where I escape loneliness at night
a love still felt even with
the passing of
time
Since she's been gone I
feel our love just as strong regardless of time and
feel her presents all around
a love once shared will never die
Whilst traveling through a dream one night I saw my sweetheart there not seen her since she departed life leaving me for
Heaven
I ran my fingers through her hair as If she were really there I kissed her on her oh so sweet lips a taste of honey sweet we were walking
hand In
hand
just like the day we first did meet I thought her oh so sweet this made me feel like I was In Heaven I didn't want to awaken from
this dream
upon
the morning light for I was happy In dream of my sweetheart to whom I missed In life so much I said a little prayer please Lord don't take me from my
dream
Hafza Awan Aug 2
when the day drains me off
and the sun sets giving its all,
all done with my daily tasks
weary and drowsy, tired and dead

I get into my bed
open my phone,s gallery
where you are shining with all your charm
I look at you and your sparkling smile
I look into your bright eyes
and peace runs through my veins
to every corner of my heart
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