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Zack Ripley Jan 2020
I'm sorry, but I'm not ready.
I'm not ready to love you.
To be with you.
To offer more of me
Than a hug or a kiss.
I know it may sound strange, but I'm not ready for the potential, perpetual bliss.
I'm not ready to take your hand, or get out on the floor and groove.
Maybe I will someday,
But until then, whether you stay or go, it's your move.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by Michael R. Burch

She was very strange, and beautiful,
like a violet mist enshrouding hills
before night falls
when the hoot owl calls
and the cricket trills
and the envapored moon hangs low and full.

She was very strange, in a pleasant way,
as the hummingbird
flies madly still ...
so I drank my fill
of her every word.
What she knew of love, she demurred to say.

She was meant to leave, as the wind must blow,
as the sun must set,
as the rain must fall.
Though she gave her all,
I had nothing left ...
Yet I smiled, bereft, in her receding glow.

Originally published by Romantics Quarterly, Tucumcari Literary Review, Poetry Podium, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Eclectic Muse, PW Review, Numbat (Australia), The People’s Poet (England), Nutty Stories (South Africa), Poetry Life & Times

Keyword/Tags: Strange, beautiful, violet, mist, hills, moon, love, wind, sun, rain, night, owl, cricket, hummingbird
hazem al jaber Mar 2020
Strange ...

listen to the sound of your soul ...
what it tells you ...
i'm hearing that sound ...
yes i do ...
it's yours ..
it yells ...
with my name ...
yes i'm sure ...
because ...
my soul ...
also ...
it has a same sound ...
always yelling ...
with your name ...

ooh baby ...
do i live inside your mind ...
as you always living ...
so deep ...
through me ...

do you ...

strange ...
don't know why ...
how could you live ...
so many years ...
inside me ...

strange ...
strange ...
don't know why ...
but what i know ...
that sound inside ...
which it call your name ...

hazem ...
I can see it
right there at the edge of sanity
hovering like a giant black stone
against the early morning Sun
I notice because I always notice when they appear
my attention drawn to that one spot
in the vast open sky
it moves slowly as I reference it's location
just to the left of a jet's vapor trail
I reach for my phone to get a photo as I'm driving
slow down as I take a ramp
point in it's direction and snap off a pic
I attempt to take another
but it is gone
vanished
I wonder if I caught it before disappearing
five minutes later I park
check my phone
and there it is
quite small
but there it is
I got you my friend
extraterrestrial hide and seek
I've been playing this game since I was a kid
this just happened on the way to work this morning which is very close to Dulles Airport. I tend to see unusual aircraft or whatever in this area quite often
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