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Freaky Geek Mar 2020
I don’t stand out because my clothes are on point
I am not memorable because my intellect is one of a kind
My speech and my gait wouldn’t be considered the best
And there’s nothing the world I can do better than the rest

My song's just simple enough to be overlooked
My presence often dismissed, rarely brooked
Ordinary are my thoughts, nothing ever so divine
My remembrance but a modest dot in the elaborate design

I am not so lousy either as to draw a lot of attention
Just adequate enough to probably win consolation
While my story may be generic, familiar and trife
I am appropriately average to be living my finest life
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
Life was
As smooth as
Air
Water and
Clay

And, is
As complex as
Air
Water and
Clay

Take it easy
Excelling
Then
Until now
Genre: Abstract
Theme: One World One Rhyme,"When Will It End?"
Note: Then everyone got to know, what freedom is. In the background of COVID-19.
Dr Zik Mar 2020
Keep listen, attentive all
Be helpful, keep up morale


Odd Fever, you feel a Cough
In your Throat, feeling Sour, Rough


Give defeat, to Pandemic
Keep distance, use tool n trick


Stay   at   home, to quarantine
Be helpful, to soul     refine


We solute, Philanthropist
Staff, Nurses, Doctors on List


Stay at home, Be Patriot
Play with kids, Feel bliss  a lot


Keep us safe, Bless us O' Lord
Keep us safe, Bless us O' Lord
Dr Zik's Poetry
An Extract from: Book:   Simple Words
Poet: Dr Zafar Iqbal khokhar


This poem is a prayer and tribute to the Philanthropists and Medical Staff, Doctors, Writers and Obedient Persons of the world.  We are all same. We are all suffering from a pandemic. We are all helpful. We are all praying.
Thomas W Case Mar 2020
I want to be your
lumberjack.
I'll wear red flannel shirts all
the time, and grow a scraggly
beard like Thoreau.
We could cuddle by the
fireplace on
cold winter nights.
You can grow a garden,
with potatoes and asparagus.
We can climb mountains
and hunt bears.
I could make a rug from
it's hide, and a necklace
from its claws.
I want to be your lumberjack.
In the summer,
we could skinny-dip in the
pond, by moonlight and
make love in the
dew soaked grass.
we could have a
coonhound named Festus,
and gobs of kids.
I would build a tire swing in an
old Oaktree.
**** this ****** city
with it's treachery and
its concrete.
Lets go where the fire-flies live.
I want to be your lumberjack.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDs9dUjQz58&lc=UgzBZxV4mRT7KO56J-14AaABAg
Mahogany Ree Mar 2020
you'll never know how much I love you
words cannot explain

all I know is when were gone
our love will always remain

it all sounds so simple
but saying so just ain't enough

all I know is that I love you
and a whole lot of other stuff

bigger than four letters
more beautiful than it appears

i'll love you beyond a lifetime
that's just how sacred our love is . . .
Dez Mar 2020
To touch a heart
is to be a part
of a work of art.
DeVaughn Station Mar 2020
I wear too many long sleeves,
and my eyes are just red from allergies.
I’m always somewhat full even though
the weight keeps dropping and my
stomach protests. I was going to stay in
anyways and that beer was just for the chili.
The weird smell in the air is just from the neighbors.
It’s just water in my bottle and that rattle
was just from some bath salts. I use those lighters
just for work, yes, I was just on the phone with my boss.
The music is loud just for the ambiance.
My face is just puffy in the mornings
and I was up late last night just playing some games.
Those fans are just because it’s hot up here
and that bag has just pens in it.
January 11, 2019: I want to keep this one simple. Sloth is so easy and simple.
Ann B Mar 2020
may your oceans of faith drown your doubts
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