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Michael R Burch Feb 2020
A wave implodes,
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur:

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before,

here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.

Heraclitus said we can't step in the same river twice, because it won't be the same river and we won't be the same either. Everything is in a constant state of flux, thus "nothing returns / as it was before." Lovers who part will not be the same people if they reunite later.
if i cannot sing
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā and cannot touch
i will prove that
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā i can heal myself
through the act
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā of healing others
july 11th, 2017.

scribbled truths gleaned
from six years of recovery.

kalica delphine Ā©
Jule Feb 2020
I sit alone
On natureā€™s throne
Wondering if the ground
Will help me decompose
Proctor Ehrling Feb 2020
You're reaching the town
I left at your incentive
Your verb was a noun
My verb an adjective
I've built a rapport
On breaking my own heart unprovoked
You've built a house
You lie in it and burn to dust
Freestyle written in 3 minutes.
Natasha Bailey Jan 2020
For Better, or For Worse,
I am blessed with a curse,
with each verse spoken,
clouds dance the skies to heaven,
mountains move, as mother nature is awoken,
she is pleeing for world peace, on her knees- begging
rain trickles down trees,
and off leaves,
into running rivers.
feeding the diverse universe
Sarah Jan 2020
The wave looked small from a distance
But they stood beside us with their large ships
ā€œWeā€™ll fightā€ they said
ā€œTogetherā€ they said
Then when it came with all its glory
There was no one left but us
Fighting the water with our small rickety boat.
I always thought that standing against the current was easy, itā€™s not. The wave is big and loud and hard.
And I donā€™t know if itā€™ll take me down with it or not.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
You carry your lantern
out from under the sea
a beacon at the twilight
juncture between you and me
the footsteps of your bare feet
allot a mere hint
to vast splendor within
your surviving love's imprint
Inspired by the poem "Poetry is a Lighthouse," from fellow HP writer Lyda M Sourne
agalwithwords Jan 2020
The game of divide and rule,Ā 
StartedĀ by someĀ connivingĀ fool.
Since theĀ beginningĀ of itsĀ conception,Ā 
It hasĀ broughtĀ about all theĀ destruction.

EmpiresĀ areĀ fallenĀ with thisĀ rule,
Power hungry people's tool.
First createĀ fearĀ andĀ uncertainty,Ā 
ShowĀ aĀ carrotĀ for someĀ senseĀ ofĀ security.

TheĀ gameĀ wasĀ playedĀ forĀ ages,Ā 
Creating rifts toĀ igniteĀ rages.
WhyĀ peopleĀ can'tĀ seeĀ theĀ string?
Looking at the carrot, they start to sing.

Unity,Ā coƶperationĀ andĀ empathy,
We do not need the political boundary.
All current issues areĀ global,
Climate changeĀ is notĀ justĀ local.

WeĀ needĀ toĀ uniteĀ for greaterĀ good,
SeeĀ beyond theĀ fool'sĀ gold.
UnderstandĀ that EarthĀ matters,
Act now before it shatters.
When all right wing politicians want, is to make us fight among oversleves and ignore the real issues...
LeoH Dec 2019
Stepping into my power
I see the mire
            as I emerge
I felt so small
            insignificant
Hardly existing at all

And now I know
I am as big as the Universe
And infinitesimally small
All at the same time

For the two are but
Sides of the same coin
From my meditation, this morning came this understanding of how to get to no mind by becoming infinitely big and small at the same time...
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Siamese twins
Conjoining

Kissing cousins
Interlocking

Kindred souls
Connecting

You and I
Uniting

One flesh
Power of two
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