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There is a robot in my pocket,
it's smart enough to design rockets,
but just gives the forecast,
and knows all about my past,
it even works with no socket.
playing around with poetry forms and limericks this evening. let me know what you think!
lost — yet again — like
the only thing I succeed
in is in failing
2025/079
In the high heat of Persia
The land of off milk
And tainted honey
You can't tell as the feast begins
Your palate unsuspecting
You think it exoticness

They keep feeding you
Way past the bursting
With a funnel jammed down your throat
Then trap you between
Two hollowed out logs
With holes for your arms to poke through

Trapped in surreal crucifixion
You **** and you puke
Laid befouled in a traumatised haze
Then of course the insects and small animals come
After a couple of days

To begin the meal of a lifetime

The end has begun
Think of the torment to come
Laying there in the reek
Helpless as beasties creep
In darkness you weep
For there shall be no relief
As your devoured
Over a matter of weeks.
Only if...
Things were different
Or at least not the same
If there were a wish I would wish this
That I would have far less pain

The pain that comes from being alone
In the middle of a crowd
When you too often grin and bear it
There is still real hurt behind the smile

Only if...
More or less
There was less time in the day
That I would spend in this bed
The equivalence of a BALL & CHAIN

If only I had answers
As my active mind overloads
It's the only thing that seems to work on me
With other body parts being one big joke

Only if...
I must insist
Can I kindly have a do over
On this twisted shell that I call myself
Inner parts as well as outside cover

I'd like to keep the personality
That has been with me through thick and thin
The better part of me on which I lean
Quite heavily to be who I am
Wrote this for my friend I met through poetry who has Cerebral Palsy, at 24 she spends most of her days in bed relying on family members for everything and although she struggles with the changes the disease puts her through the further it progresses, she keeps up with a good attitude
Attempt
Preparation
Practice makes perfect talent capability
Challenging the Mind, Body, Soul
Focus straight line
Step by Step maneuver
Word of caution
Careful not to fall
Precision in brief pause, but don’t stall
Mind Control
Courage instinct
Confidence and Endurance
Watch out for Anxiety
Keep your nerves calm
Accomplishment Take
Make no mistake
Covered under Heaven’s sake
The Walk
The Finish
Proven victory and distinguished
The watch below
History books
Remembrance and Reflection
There is a path
That takes you home.

Crossing the fields
Where many before you
Used for a while.

Here, pink and violet petals
Colour at spring
And green and yellow strokes
Make a wider ring.

Over the bush lines
Houses rise and fall
Where some tall pines
Used to be tall.

But the path goes on
And is never still.

Before it looked as a ladder
Going to the top
But on the path saddle
The view was getting cropped.

So you stop looking a way
And you start enjoying the ride
And it more it gives you a sway
For fun, you make it stride.

And the path is taking you home
This is all I know from my side.
And I enjoy to see it bright.
 May 4 Thomas W Case
Flor
The moment you step into my sight,
The world tilts gently back to right.
My heart forgets the days we've lost—
The time, the ache, the distance crossed.

I run to you, like breath to flame,
And whisper softly just your name.
It trembles out like something new,
Though every part remembers you.

Your smile—unchanged, yet always more,
Unlocks a joy I've felt before.
Your touch, familiar, yet it sends
A thousand shivers to my ends.

And in your arms, I lose the years—
The waiting, longing, quiet tears.
No time can dull this spark we share,
No miles can drain the magic there.

So hold me close, and let it be
The first time, once again, for me.
For every time I see your face,
My heart finds home, its rightful place.
Every time I see you again, it’s like falling in love for the first time...Over and over
It's so hard to shine
When the light is desperately fleeting
And the dark tales root
Inching up like ivy
Wrapping around everything
Until the veins pour through the ramparts
Tangling.

How hard I’ve tried,
Wrestling with the cold black tide
Washing over like it's high noon
Break these castle walls until I’m consumed
Finding it hard to swim
When Poseidon’s arms wrap around me.

Can’t find the surface,
The sun is a ball dancing on the lyrics
Singing limericks to find a purpose
But my lungs fill with dread
From these waters ever pouring
Dragging me to the dregs
I wish like a birthday
But I won’t blow out the hope of a new day.

It’s so hard to breathe,
When the light is desperately fleeting,
And the dark takes root,
Inching through the cracks like it’s ivy.
Harder to breathe when I’m deep under the surface
Chasing a purpose that won’t sing for me.
we all have dark days no?
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