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Arobeum Nov 28
You
You broke me to the point that I can't bring myself to heal again.
My heart has been crushed by you  and your doings.

But it's completely fine.
I am fine to be broke by you.
I can endure it all,
as long it's you.
Arobeum Nov 22
Eyes can talk,
But we never met each other so,
He could never read my eyes speak.
Could never see my eyes speaking
the words of love to him;

He could never see my eyes sparkling whenever I viewed, read his messages.

All for once, i wished he could see,
The foreshaking love I HAD for him.
Peter Garrett Nov 17
One
Wrap your legs around me
And let me fade into you
Until our souls
Become one
Such sweet embrace...
Ken Pepiton Nov 14
Seed
time
harvest
eat
think
form
seed
sewn

thinking
information
­unconfirmed
demonstrates
disinformally
monostichidity
stich in time, stacks of poetic license fine print permit and obligation.
showyoulove Nov 3
One, the only, but sometimes one is all it takes
One, the light, that through my window breaks
One, the love, that died for me, a wretch
One, the arms, on the cross are outstretched
One, the wounded heart, that bled for me
One, the God in three persons: Holy Trinity
One, the peace, that is so profound
One, the home, that my heart has found
One, the light and love of the Lord
One, the hour, He is rightly adored
Jeremy Betts Sep 15
I know one day
The other foot's gonna drop
And I'll be underneath it
In my final resting spot
Do my deeds, both good and bad
Stick with me through the rot?
Will I be chained to the scene
Or get too haunt a plot?
Will I recognize the deity
Deciding if I'm good enough or not
I wonder what happens
To every thought I've thought

©2024
Where has my LOVE GONE
for my LOVE has GONE ASTRAY
to the POINT of no RETURN
So DISTANT and FAR, FAR AWAY

My LOVE is NO LONGER AROUND
So, from this TRAUMA I DO PRAY
To MEND MY BROKEN HEART and
FIND HAPPINESS AGAIN ONE DAY!!!


B.R.
Date: unknown
Nat Lipstadt Aug 12
~for old, recovered, & new
tunes ‘n friends~

Lord I’m one…
<>

the lovely old tune ease on in,
infiltrating, harmonizing, my soul with
just-the-ice
of another
glorious
sunrise,
inching over the North Fork

soon enough, the body~mind continuum,
will ask me to slide~glide,
move over, make room
for a new tune,
here, asking you to call me,
if you need a friend, find place,
a chair & navy cushion,
  to We observe as
one

mine own carnival of animals,
do their morning exercise,
jumping from here to crazy, squirrel~crazy,
the flitting flighty birds, back and frothy forthing,
pointless lyrically zooming from tree to tree,
their AM calisthenics

an ancient crooner sings of knowledge
of how lonely life can be, and I soft retort,
this morning forbids lonely, come to me,
you my dear ones,
who welcome me into your hearts…
kiss my words
with affection, stating
everything will bring a chained love,
linked by tears of pearl drop-down,
a necklace of joy,
& everything is and will be alright

yes there is something happening over here,
so when you ask,
what’s it  all about Natty,
my reply is easy,
how sweet it is
to be with
you,
my words unrehearsed,
and I brim with
anticipation of Us together,
sipping our coffees,
giving Our silence to be
part & parceled out to the
superior quietude of our surroundings, where
the sounds, well,
they infiltrate our conjoined beings,
I think~sing-enjoy deeply,
that old tune
“Lord I’m One”

800am
Mon Aug 12
2024

by the Sound…
and the drum  we march to,
synced,
and only
some supreme being
smiles knowingly
Nat Lipstadt Aug 12
~for old, recovered, & new
tunes ‘n friends~

Lord I’m one…
<>

the lovely old tune ease on in,
infiltrating, harmonizing, my soul with
just-the-ice
of another
glorious
sunrise,
inching over the North Fork

soon enough, the body~mind continuum,
will ask me to slide~glide,
move over, make room
for a new tune,
here, asking you to call me,
if you need a friend, find place,
a chair & navy cushion,
  to We observe as
one

mine own carnival of animals,
do their morning exercise,
jumping from here to crazy, squirrel~crazy,
the flitting flighty birds, back and frothy forthing,
pointless lyrically zooming from tree to tree,
their AM calisthenics

an ancient crooner sings of knowledge
of how lonely life can be, and I soft retort,
this morning forbids lonely, come to me,
you my dear ones,
who welcome me into your hearts…
kiss my words
with affection, stating
everything will bring a chain love,
a tear of joy,
& everything is and will be alright

yes there is something happening over here,
so when you ask,
what’s it  all about Natty,
my reply is easy,
how sweet it is
to be with
you,
my words unrehearsed,
and I brim with
anticipation of Us together,
sipping our coffees,
giving Our silence to be
part & parceled out to the
superior quietude of our surroundings, where
the sounds, well,
they infiltrate our conjoined beings,
I think~sing-enjoy deeply,
that old tune
“Lord I’m One”

800am
Mon Aug 12
2024

by the Sound…
and the drum  we march to,
synced,
and only
some supreme being
smiles knowingly
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