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Zywa May 25
The tomcat returns,

step by step in his own track –

of paws in the snow.
“Vallen is als vliegen” (“Falling is like flying”, 2019, Manon Uphoff)

Collection "Shelter"
Zywa Feb 21
Isis unveiled, not her mask
of gold, but truly, her soul
in my naked body

the energy of the world
undresses me from inside
loosens buttons, smoothens

internal bumps
fills dents and cracks
and unscrews the lids

of my wounds, licking them
slowly with love
away to thin scars

of lost unity
with what I thought
to be outside

Here I'm standing, before my throne
daughter of heaven and earth
safe and free in my breath
Collection "Lilith's Powers" #103
Who are you to tell me what to do?
We are the many run by the few.
John McCafferty Dec 2020
Distant dreams and memories
Lost opportunities it seems
To the things that could have been
Reflecting on the past at half mast
Easier with hindsight to look at what might
A contestable question mentioned
How far do we plan with conviction
Experience paves the way
Flicking through past sections
Sets direction led astray on a page
Which ways do we cultivate
To lead the order of our day
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Traveler Nov 2020
I give my love
To get it back
Oh what ethics
My morals lack

In a war against apathy
Empathy is rampart

The walls of paradise
Blackout the sun

Without the shadow
There cannot be the substance

What madness this all is!
This ridiculous order of chaos
Traveler Tim
Daniel Cuzzo Nov 2020
Sweatshirts bury the purpose of a green chair,
Mace Windu perches atop shelves of foreign poetry.

But there’s one thing that’s not coffee left, water right,
sneakers at the computer chair, hanging hand-me down suits
or pajamas in a pile below.

The anomoly turns the rug into slippery spinning dances.
Cup-holders fall to become balance beams,
djembe drums vibrate with warmth and a messy tone.

Everything awry becomes a laugh or a song,
pain and shadows prevent it from lasting long;
but, for a time, this clutter, inside and outside the man

it’s something no one else needs to understand.
Last poem I pulled out from the spring pile.  It's not perfect but it has charm and sentimental value.
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
Who is born
Happy and smiling
You cry
While others smile
As you grow
Restlessness presides
They say
First attain peace
Everything falls in order
Is attaining peace
Child's play?
I question
This world
Propels restlessness
Never wait
For peace to come
Lest fodder to the world
You become
Try simultaneously
Peace procedure
And work towards
Your material welfare
A little buddha, a little yodha(warrior)
Inner Engineering
With external performance
Disorder to come to order
Don't wait to be a Buddha
Everyone can't be a Buddha
Strike a balance in life to live good life
Simon Sep 2020
Forever, isn't a contemplation for a girl's nature of "temptation" to be (now and forevermore)...become "tempted" itself! Don't be naive.... Because if it does go according to this very standard wish of one's very contemplation state... Then your again (now and forevermore) meant to be..."naive!" Wishes don't contemplate your desires into a wishful bottle full of unlimited possibilities. But instead take rapid possession of that very "bottle full of unlimited possibilities"... And suspects that very girl to commit (right away) towards the very situational desires that grow on that very contemplation state itself. (Like vines that are just willingly able to sprout itself as part of it's tempted nature to do so, among natures own contemplation state.)
Something this very girl would argue isn't the same (when and ONLY when)...they start to officially "doubt" that very contemplation state (first and foremost).
And this is when the very quote to this very passage weeps accordingly to that very contemplation state. When it (first and foremost) becomes "tempted" by that very nature (that's made to be this main ingredient...forever)!
Because when that happens... Then that very girl's "tempted" contemplation, is made too be (forever open) to the possibilities for more issues to start to arise more attraction to the girl's very temptation towards that very contemplation state. And it does this either (first or last). Since it now (forevermore) doesn't matter what implication first arises in whatever order or category, essentially speaking. Whatever exchanges that very trade for trust to be the beneficial reason for doubt to "taint" ALL for a single contemplation to meet it's end... Would then officially (more than ever)...become the last certified "lasting" impression for the girls very tempted self among a contemplation.
Then whatever comes next (before whatever had just "centered" itself first and foremost) will in fact bend to the will of the next sequence of events, essentially too follow.
PS... Remember, "forever" is made to reason the abstract will to a girl's more "primal" justification at heart!
Detesting full logic to the benefits of some untested angle here (without knowing of the entire implications ahead of time)... Would in fact spill out trouble for the (least likely too succeed), reasonably speaking.
Pseudonymous S Aug 2020
i lay in bed

is this all that life is?

or is there some grandeur
some mystery purpose

that i'm too dumb to understand
Tony Tweedy Jul 2020
Of dust both stars and we are born and so to all will each return.
But in between, dust gives a heart a need for loves' enduring yearn.
In times' course on cosmic scale all particles are drawn to another one.
And so stars and love set adrift, until once more, all but dust is gone.
How can dust become love, desire, passion? From its vastness to create that feeling between two hearts.... and yet in that vastness in the scheme of things.... so fleeting the experience and its brightness..... to dust.
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