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Bhill Oct 2020
the image of Cheeto Face can’t be unseen
glaring at us through the tube
spewing forth random worthlessness
infringing on all who watched
how do you undo such nonsense

Brian Hill - 2020 # 269
I wasn't going to post this but my mind wouldn't let me not post it. Who saw that **** show?
Bhill Sep 2020
as the world sleeps, the enchanting begins
being unseen and quiet, messages are delivered
information bouncing in and about all sleeping intelligence
apparitions and memories of long-ago actions
as the world awakens, the enchanting flees the mind
some of the enchanted will recall with faint impressions
some will remember nothing...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 265
John McCafferty Aug 2020
Very slowly the sky is turning
Turning darker
Soft breeze uplifts
Wind speeds, gusts shift
Meandering unseen
Elements of light pass
through to ******
Silence reiterates it's case
Hue brightens as shadows leave
But murmurs mumble distantly
We wait, for when the anger erupts
and those above engulf us
Watch in wonder at the power
of the gods
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Life isn't fair,
But fair is unseen.
And what is unseen is unreal,
But what's unreal is your story
That you would one day share.
The idea for this one is inspired by 'Your Time Is Gonna Come' from Led Zeppelin.

Also by the quote 'If you're going through hell, keep going.' from Winston Churchill.
Nidhi Jaiswal Jul 2020
Tears is filled with unseen emotions...
Their is no need of water...
emotions and feelings...
Main components...
It is mixture of...
99.9%feelings or 0.1%water...

Tears is filled with unseen emotions
where 99%emotions or feelings and 1%water.
Fretina Exum Jul 2020
Running like the wind through my mind with the feeling I’m running out of time, as I continue to run I see an light directing my path wondering will it last or continue to feel further away with each step, looking around me there are no trees or animals just the gravel burning the bottom of my feet with each step I take looking to the side of me no one is around not even a sound as I run I think to myself, is this a dream? Why am I running like this every time I try to stop, I feel as if someone one is pushing me along I try to sit but it doesn’t fit .What is this happening to me? Wondering how long it will be before I wake from this on going dream. Hours past I have not waken still running, as I look ahead of me I see a bed, I try to make myself run faster so I can rest , as I get closer, it seems to be at a stand still. I reach for the bed looking down to my surprise its me with no life left inside me  it is not a dream, just a scene of where I was before I laid my head for the final rest.
who really knows when your out of time .
Ramata Sesay Jun 2020
I stretched myself to reach the length of the earth
Ripped and tore my hamstrings
Dislocated my joints to wrap around the earth
Felt so big I knew I was the beginning and end
Let my tears fertilize the soils
I gave birth to spring
And let the moon baptize my son
I looked around and asked for the world to remember me
Beyond Nefertiti, I am the woman who washed her feet
I too am worth being celebrated
I wrote this poem thinking about the women that history forgets because they were never acknowledged to be the forefronts. Especially concerning beauty, it’s easy to limit our definitions and understanding of worry by popular ideals and whether we meet them or not.
John McCafferty Jun 2020
Third of five
A gemini
When she flies we soar
Her noise can floor
Echoed in our ears
Remembering laughter brought
A powerful injection of positive vibes that elevates temporary state

The scales etched from one to ten
A bell of Tibet
She cares to share so extra
Between be relatively unseen
Conceded when she dips
her time is needed
Worthy as a sister of mercy
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