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s Nov 2020
You have been away
A little far to hear my heart beat,
Come to me someday
A little closer to feel my cheeks heat
Up to your touch.

When that day arrives
To take me home
Will you miss this distance
Or thank lord im close much?
You may want something real bad and when you finally get it, what's next? Do you go looking for something more or get bored of it?
s Nov 2020
Bleeding wounds, blazing wrath
Heal yourself before
You touch warm hands,
You may bleed on them
And
You know they don't deserve that
Temporary random poetry
Bhill Nov 2020
there once was a land that was rich with things
everything working with no broken swings
about 4 years ago it started to fail
the spirit of the nation was turning quite pale
some thought it was good and just went along
others were appalled and knew it was wrong
what was the reason many of us asked
it appears that our rights are questioned and tasked
we rambled about and fought from within
losing some friends and a few of our kin
we need this to change we said in a vote
but the man at the top, he started to gloat
he ate up the laws and turned into a grinch
casting people about and not giving an inch
we elected in another to take on the task
to cast the grinch out and peel off his mask
well grinch wouldn't budge and sent out his saps
to alter results and further the collapse
what do we do, can we take on more ****
I for one am just done, and the grinch has to quit....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 319
MØ Fitas Nov 2020
Poetry is a
    garden of wild
    flowers
I've yet come to
    admire
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2020
things she doesn’t ask...

are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.

my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a  truer answer, that comes as well, 
in question form.  

Why do I,


or do I,

want to know?
winter 2020
Hammad Oct 2020
As we grow old
The beauty we have
fades away,
our strength and memories
never stay the same,
No matter how deep  
our pockets are
- the casket can't be filled
with our wealth
all the ties are cut
the moment we are
laid to rest
so tell me my dear
why should we
take pride in things
that don't last forever?
Bhill Oct 2020
life is like a patchwork, of various scenes
like the quilt you had, filled with so many things
the colors were bright with patterns mixed up
there were even flowers, sitting in a bright cup
the squares and the shapes made it dizzy to see
they told you a story in patterns of three
life is like that quilt, of patches I suppose
you go, and you go, seeing what life has chose
you never realize what you're about to conceive
just patches of time is what life is, I believe...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 289
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