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George Krokos Oct 2023
If one person can do it then someone else will be able to as well
such is the range and scope of human ability we can surely tell.
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From 'Simple Observations' - S.O.#458, ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Cox Jul 2020
Lately I’ve been feeling like malevolent raindrops, yet there are no clouds around, or rain predicted.
It was just the storm inside of me.
be-no-one Mar 2019
You maybe out of my range, but I'd love to show you my domain.
L B Dec 2018
Was I ten?
I think?
Was it December?
that I became distracted
by the snow's
falling
silence?

The ******'s hills lure me
off
the curving path
toward home--
I surely know
my way--
though
path invisible
snow beyond my knees

Now
but for the patterns of the trees
that etch the skyline
I would be lost...
My love....
...were it not for those
I would be lost

My feet lift depths
Impassible
The snow
impossible--
could it be this deep?
could take this much?
should trudge so far?
beyond
my depth
my breath
a fog-- of
all
I own?

I am wading in the white
down-warmth
Sweat
in spite--
of freezing
of parental threat...
Wind brings tears
to reddened cheeks
Toes, long since numb
...and I am late-- as always

Wipe my nose on sleeve
Pull mittens with my teeth
fumbling
tissues damp in pocket deep

I have gone so far
too far
into the ******'s windings
with my mind

and night is falling
Night is watching
from the hemlocks
now behind
my purpose--
only
in
the gray of sky
the ghostly silence
of the moon rise

I don't know where night came from
How it got here
why I came
only that I want to linger--
longer
than that twinge of fear

Listen...to
soft tick
of snow
against itself

Wind in white pines
saddest of living things
begs a loan of winter winds
I had been reading Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" again, and I think I know just where he was.

Yup, in trouble.  Street lights definitely on.

******:  Irish, for a small narrow wooded valley with a brook, in other words--
the back woods behind my house.
a fatuous ****** was
a mystery
while political recovery went
to Landon
with a host of boomers
that threw in their towels
and modular things
like miniskirts
that accentuated their legs
with gratitude of marks
whether paper may trigger darkness
while without clement
in stranger areas of lament
that cry for their cement
as Alfred was a governor of Kansas
a crater
in a
diamond ring
made her
a flower
if she
wilted below
her honor
with this
time she
reflects in
ardor if
she melts
the sunlight
with the
edge the
of  water
separation
Simon Soane Apr 2018
From quite far away
you make me spin on the spot,
and despite the miles engender
my trot:
see your reaching magnificent sends range
to my feet,
and us it is ours
the next time we meet.
Kimiko Nov 2015
"I know
What I want,
When I want,
And How I want it! "

When you scream at me
My whining and scream
Is louder than anything
To make me stop
You need to give me everything
Because …

"I know
What I want,
When I want, and
How I want it ! "

Talking to me makes no sense
And explaining to me
Just makes me build more fence
Whatever you do, you can’t break me
For …

" I KNOW
WHAT I WANT,
WHEN I WANT, AND
HOW I WANT IT!!!! "
Seriously! A spoiled brat is such a pain in the ...
Zavid Apr 2015
If a battle were waged
and my side were losing
I couldn't find myself
doing anything but standing tall
but then again, I don't stand

If a day were to pass
and I were not to breath again
I wouldn't cry out
in a rage of unfairness
but then again, I'm not angry

If a note were to be sung
and by a sweet voice other than mine
I wouldn't doubt
that an angel of no other sang it
but then again, I'm not religious
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