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Zoe Mei Apr 2021
May the gods drink deep your blood
and may the crimson please their gaze
and may the iron scent whet their lust
that the taste may sate it
for you are my greatest offering.
For Iphigenia
Life's journey is hard for everyone,
but always try, as best as you can,
that it'd be a white-sailed ship
that will be awaiting you when
your odyssey comes to an end.

Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/25/2020
Martin Mikelberg Aug 2020
With the fires burning today, there is not too much known about the combs that fall to the floor of the forests where they reside.  Actually the seeds are released and free to regenerate because of the fires.   So the journey of the redwood tree will continue as mother nature has provided.
Cardboard-Jones Jan 2020
A stranger among familiar faces.
His return was celebrated by all.
Surface, he was the same.
None ever looked in his eyes.
Ignored the wounds from his travels.
He was distant.
Estranged from his former life.

What happened to my friend?
What did he see?
Did he leave something behind?
Or was it taken from him?
lila Sep 2019
Danger be the man who bleeds the plights
of men of myth.
Don't you know that even Troy fell?
I do not throw pebbles at
your window in the night.
My eyes: yellow, unclouded;
mead and flowers drip thick
from my words:
banal and intoxicating.
Poppies blooming wild on timeworn cheeks,
Wine-dark hair in disarray.
Perhaps I have read too much into
the man who has read it all.
And perhaps he is only sea-mist mirage
cursed to appear an Adonis.

I made the ocean so that you would cross it.
It is only in this forced distance that
I am allowed to transcend this plain world;
in which I am bound to book
and you are bound to her.
Because in a land of gods and monsters
it seems not so strange that I am the other woman.
Clever sorceress who loves and lets you leave,
and with whom you know you might have stayed

Sail far, far away from me.
sail far, far away from me, storied king, favored by the gods
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