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Wellspring Aug 2018
Two weeks ago,
I said farewell.

To my home.
To my country.
To my family and friends.

My time away was relaxing.
The people were lovely.
But honestly,

I'm dealing with re-entry.
People expect me to just fit in,
But I'm suffering from jet lag,
And am ready to sleep.

If I could just catch a break,
A week, maybe two.
I could get back to normal,
Get my life back on track.

But no.

This is the problem;
Life goes on,
A sink or swim situation.
If you can't catch up,
You're out.

Just like that.
An explanation.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2017
him
To know he is my soulmate
Is the same as to know,
That the grass under my feet is green
There is no trace of doubt in my mind
As if the world is yelling “yes” to my very being,
Into every fiber of my body
His love trickles in more and more each day
Like soft rain soaking into my hair
Everything I say to him he must already know
For something magical has told him so
To explain is so simple, yet
From the outside world misunderstood
To feel this way which never once
I have felt before, so in love is one thing
But in love and so free
My body misses him so, as he says to me
Yet our hands have not yet touched
Reaching from across the sea
Like we have been in love once before
Many times is my only guess
I have never felt so calm and in love,
Like the same feeling you get when holding
Something so pure and innocent like a newborn
I feel a flow of love which will never disappear
MARK RIORDAN May 2017
MELANIA TRUMP WONT HOLD MY HAND
I LOVE YOU MY DARLING ITS TRUE
WE ARE ON THIS IMPORTANT TRIP
I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND I DO


JUST KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE JOB DONALD
AND LEAVE MY HAND ALONE
JUST CONCENTRATE ON YOUR DUTIES
YOU CAN HOLD IT WHEN WE GET HOME


PLEASE DONALD YOU MUST MAKE A GREAT SPEECH
YOU MUST ALSO PRAY AT THE WALL
AS I SAID BEFORE DON'T HOLD MY HAND
JUST PLEASE FOLLOW THE BOUNCY BALL
PRESIDENT TRUMP JUST HAS HAD HIS FIRST OVERSEAS TRIP. MANY STORIES BECAME NEWS WORTHY. WHEN TWO PEOPLE HOLD HANDS ITS SO ROMANTIC.  NOT!!!!!!!!
Carl Halling Aug 2015
I feel at one with sweethearts
Through the years,
With the wartime lovers
Who went overseas,
All the shattered hearts,
All the rivers of tears,
I feel them all.

Verses of love,
Lovers who must part,
Portraits of love
Worn so very close to the heart,
All the lovers lost,
Loves that never even start,
I feel them all.
"All the Rivers of Tears" was originally part of the coda of a song written in ca. 1999.
Andrew M Bell Feb 2015
On the train to Haifa
I think about my father
in wartime Palestine,
a different time, a different name
but the same place.

His memories of oranges and beaches
and warm, Mediterranean swimming
are the times he chose to rescue
from the six years when the world
was drowning in its own blood.

The weather is blue and grey
but the sun shines
like my father’s medals
on his blue-grey air force uniform
that entranced me as a child.

As the helicopter gunships prowl over Mount Carmel,
speeding north to Lebanon,
I wonder what times I will choose to rescue
from a land built out of longing,
but paid for in blood.
Copyright Andrew M. Bell. The poet wishes to acknowledge The Press in whose pages this poem first appeared.

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