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S G Aug 2022
There are rubber bands around my heart
essential to keep things at bay.
As the feelings get bigger,
I need to use more bands.
They cut into flesh,
barely contained.
Pulled so taught…
S G Aug 2022
Pouring out from the top of my pen,
flooding in a pool on parchment
everything I ever felt.
Every heartache and fear,
laid bare in black ink
for your judgement:
My fragile
S G Aug 2022
burning fire.
Cannot control,
my inner desire.
Getting myself into strife,
thoughts are bleeding into life.
Stay calm and poised through racing heart,
as the truth could tear it all apart.
S G Aug 2022
Is it the tree’s fault that lightening struck?
After all it stood up so tall
Its leaves rustled, beckoning
Unwavering in the wind
Daring to look strong
Taunting the rain
Asked for
blondespells Dec 2020
I left Billy last summer, and at first it was hard
To not feel her blankets weigh me down
into a pentagon pool of starches and creams
To not feel her sugar rush supreme
through the highs and the lows
of an extra-large platform
Until she resurfaced, kissing my lips
raw until my throat burned dry
And I knew she had to let me go.
Ash Nov 2020
“The war is over, Prince. Just— Relax.”
Cal smiles at me, but I don’t
smile back. As I repeat
My father— my king’s last
Words to me. To his
Unwanted heir.
“You must be
Logan Robertson Jul 2020
Trump Nonet Be Re-lected

A time moans
Four years of Trump
Marching down the hill
Through the history books
Pages holding his burst of shame
With no President's trail this bad
He was more suited for the big tent
Of leader
Of the greatest
Most mighty nation
On the face of this Earth
Riding his three-legged act
Hatred, egotism, leaderless
To his stunt of the United States

Logan Robertson

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

There's nothing that I like about Trump. He's baked a White House cake that is a mockery to all the bakers, so to speak. Come next January will mark Trump's fourth year in office and hopefully it will be his last.
Mark Toney Jul 2020
My twenty poetry collections
divided into subsections
listed below as follows:
Eleven are public
the rest are private
but the total
showing is

© 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
7/7/2020 - Poetry form: Nonet - I have 20 poetry collections on hellopoetry. Eleven are public, nine are private, but the number showing is zero. Does anyone know why? - 7/10/2020 - I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT! I had originally set up 20 Private collections. When I changed 11 of them to Public collections, the total public still showed zero. Today when I added a NEW Public collection, the actual total  was finally revealed. Yippie Skippy!!! - © 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
In the turn of a page of bad fate
Out jumped the book of March's index
With each chapter getting worse
Each page finding a tear
The words crying out
Who's this author
With red ink
The angst
Of readers
Across the globe
Each character sad
Done wrongly, done sadly
Bottled and corked of stressed life
Laid off, laid idly, laid to rest
All eyes tear that the postscript breathes life

Logan Robertson

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Reverse Double Nonet

Continued Prayers.
Mark Toney Mar 2020
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach

My hardened soles resist the heat

Sunglasses shielding my eyes

White cotton ball clouds glide

Along deep blue skies

But I’m blue too




© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
12/12/2019 - Poetry form: Nonet - A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines. The nonet poetic arrangement comprises of an unusual format, where the first line is made up of nine syllables, the second eight, the third seven and continues, until the final one (9th line) which features only one syllable. -  © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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