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Ken Pepiton Oct 5
This is a warm day,
in October.

I've weighed the reasons for my concern
and found them wanting,

I'll make no difference, come what may.

Come, what may, be the motivator
the in
the reason, raison d'etre eh?
find hope and do what, what
do we do
with misplaced hopes?

we chew them up and spit them out,
'call'em riddles,

inspired by Ezekial 17. Yeah, Q,
and A
bullhead twisted to uplookin POV

the Alpha bet a bull

Legends never see from this POV.
We are blessed.
We have artificial intelligence,
sending us trends
we may buck. Upto the point,

did you read that?
Is it October warm still? Or did the rest of the ice finally melt
and let the great Northern Gyre
spin free?
musing on the things being fretted over, that may or may not be made better by me.
Bhill Oct 4
Pick a Color - Haiku

What color are you
Can you pick a new color
What would you start with?

I would pick orange
I don't know why, but I would
No, maybe yellow

What color are you
Pick a new one every day
See what works the best....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 247
What color are you?
Jaxey Sep 19
if you're ever wondering if you're in love
just think of that person as a flower
if you came across them
would you pluck it for yourself
or water it
would you water me?
Bhill Sep 11
Absolute beauty
Emerges in diverse forms
What is your favorite

Brian Hill - # 227
It comes in all forms
Pick me up tonight ...

pick me up sweetheart ...
tonight ...
get me between your arms ...
as a leaf's tree ...
got within a wind's lap ...
travels with air so high ...
no matter how ...
no matter where ...
only want to be ...
there ...
into your lap ...
to keep feeling you ...
smelling you ...
while lips ours ...
keeps tasting one other ...
while we flying ...
as free birds ...
happily flying ...
into it's space ...
seeking it's love ...
with no matter ...
to make it's love ...
with no shy ...
with no shame ...
to make it needs ...

pick me up sweetheart ...
get me with you ...
between your arms ..
to feel a happiness ...
as birds ...
to make our love ...
this night ,,,
as we both need ...

pick me up sweetheart ...
i'm waiting you ...
tonight ...

hazem al ...
Nigdaw Jun 18
Poetry is the open wound
From which the **** of our minds seeps
Infecting the world with it's vitriol
Spreading it's disgusting disease
A scab that never heals, as we pick
And pick away at an itch, letting the injury
Ooze and weep, always there to remind us
We can never resist perverse temptation
And rid us of the addiction that will always
Cause us pain, so open your minds
Let them breathe and pen.
Erian Apr 13
"You're my sun,"
He murmured, picking up the traces of daisies
That scattered the ground,
"My moon,"
He caught the petals as they fell from the cluster,
"My stars,"
A sigh parted his lips,
Dropping the injured bouquet from his hands,
"And everything in between..."
The petals spread near him
Like diamonds flashing on the soil
Forming a cosmos around his tracks.
He lost himself for love and in return,
The galaxy lost him too.
Max Mar 13
If I were a garbage man, then I had had a reason to pick you up again.
Meanie ******
Allow yourself to
let things go,
and to let things change.
Some things may not be
what you'd imagined them
a year ago
-and that's okay.

Hearts break
for different reasons
and they each heal
at their own pace.

You don't need
to have it all figured out
-a dozen he's will leave
and more she's will break your heart
than you planned.

But that's okay,
because when you feel
like you can't sink lower;
an unexpected breeze
will pick you up
and I promise
-You'll fly.
It's about time for me. But if you need it- take your time.
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