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Unexpected  
Fast
Deep
Sharp
Felt it in my nerves
Ending
Held it
A few seconds
Blanched white
Then watched it
Slowly bleed
A drop
One drop
And to think
It was only paper...
This time
My reaction to a poem I read. It felt like a papercut
It's getting cold outside,
The chills are settling in,
Winter has now arrived,
The sign of frost has begun.

We're stlll in the season of autumn, but
Winter has now shown its face,
The days are nice, but Chilly,
Autumn has now been replaced.

The winter is cold and it's sharp,
Get ready for a frosty chill
Please wear your gloves, coats and scarfs,
For, winter time is here!!


B.R.
Date: 11/19/2024
Geof Spavins Sep 2024
In the realm of keys and chords,
Where melodies take flight,
F♯ and G♭, two names, one sound,
Notes so clear and bright.

F♯ equals G♭, a harmony so pure,
Two paths, one note, forever sure.
In the symphony of life, they blend,
A tune that never ends.

On the strings of a guitar,
Or the keys of a baby grand,
F♯ and G♭, they play their part,
In every song we know.

Different names, the same refrain,
In every scale, they find their place,
A universal, timeless chain,
In music’s warm embrace.

F♯ equals G♭, a harmony so pure,
Two paths, one note, forever sure.
In the symphony of life, they blend,
A tune that never ends.

When you play that perfect pitch,
Remember this simple fact,
F♯ and G♭, forever stitched,
In music’s endless track.
Music is a love of mine, I long to learn to play an instrument.
Erwinism Sep 2024
You’ve got a city pass in City of Uncertain Love,
walked through the door,
didn’t so much as flinch,
even after all the plasma drawn from this love,
you walked away hissing,
bared sharp fangs, jaundiced from all the scathing words that flowed,
pale as a vampire,
it was you after all and not me you said.
Enamored with the sights and sound, the 360 degree dining experience with a view of the future, complemented with vocabularies to match your mood, aged like wine in the vineyard of pick-up lines,
while I’m left here in a curiosity shop of brokenness:
kisses spat back into the bottomless void of yesterday;
thoughts of once newly-minted strangers we were scrawling notes and now smeared by tear stains;
a heart with no discernible shape, slapped for dragging beats on the snare;
A corpse of a phone you have murdered taking it off life support when you eloped with my charger;
mismatched pillows you left, still possessed with the ghosts of restlessness nights haunting the halls of my mind with echoing arguments of what to eat for dinner;
a spare key—a wedding ring for a keychain.
I fell apart.
Ring!Ring!Ring!
“So, everything didn’t work out for you?”
—inaudible—
“Do you know what time is?”
—inaudible—
—you missed me?”
—inaudible—
“Uh-huh….
Sorry to hear, but there are no refunds for your freedom ticket. Bye!”
Click!
Ken Pepiton Oct 2022
Senryū one

Escape from Haiku
short long breathe in time
breathed out longing to go live

Senryū two

Seed fall fruit feed pigs;
passenger pigeons,
fertilized this forest, you know.

Senryū three

Discipline, science,
since some time ago,
ready readers write old seed.
self... set... some... deal to do with Ockham's strop.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2022
—an echo sword cuts through the sounds,
time is made of glass. Fragile as the brokenness
in pass.

—a dagger tilt into the chest. The very part,
where all sores dawn. Rising until you see
the pain appearing as heavy breathe.

—sheath; putting away sharp ends of past hurt.
Piercing deeply as longing to be free. The battle
is plenty, as the many who feel so alone.
You aren't the first!

In these blade works, working hard to survive,
on the killing of time. To bat an eye; swinging on
the looks of acting out of pride.

—it cuts anyone deeply, fighting to survive,
fighting in the many struggles of this LIFE.

Is it to hold a knife in defence, or attack,
the question of every human being.
Mark Wanless Sep 2021
breath of solstice breeze
lilac tipped with sun dried grass
cicadas sharp chant
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