#ruvemcdonough
Has no supplies
Yet, he has all art form
He is under light
Yet creates darkness
In spoiled soil
Your calligraphy celebrates war
Over the sufferings it is paid with
I am Irish poetry rising
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Good Morning Rupi
In Comes My General Assembly Report
From Myself
You Are Welcome To One, Only
I have a coffee beside mine.
In our tao te ching
Better translation, eggshells
We master our fold
About our objective becomes fold
Above is songs fold
Poem
I will grab two new books from friends
Ruve and Neil are master journalists
Some days we arrive at Oaks Christian theater at the same time, because friends are making plays together.
Lou Adler is a real human
Jack is a Detective
People forget to follow
I grow up next to James Caan
Watching pointer sisters
Lucien S Rocco and I fail with words
Lucien and I misplaced Joseph Testa's granddaughter close to the church theaters
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Scenes won't film silent nights
Then That #
Thin life
Then was
Turned in and,
Out around
Out around still
Stilling the fix of call
Interest to go away
Without the boy
Stilled enough
Canvas won't come, expense
Stuck in time
Only thin
To easy over
Fellow gals, no leave
Just, as a city tilts
As a city tilted
Quelled anger grew out
Ships defeat weakness in water
All the smiles spilled, costly losses in babes
Empty open hunger
Why no romance in this dark?
Zoe hush
This scene we don't see
The Psyche of our miss
We take home
We film from poor to act with reason
Journalists oath in pain
Release
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Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC