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why is it every time
i look into your eyes
i am upended

falling into them
like a pouring into
your crystal goblet

of some
unqualified
                     spirit



s jones
2021



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would i rather wait in line
at the entrance to Hell
knowing at least
that i had
tried—

than to stare at the Pearly
Gates coming up with
excuses as to why
i didn't
?


s jones
2021

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 Sep 2021 Bobby Copeland
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
See me
Find me in the crowd
And SEE me.

See who I am
See what I know
See what I do

See me

See what I stand for
See what I work towards
See what I’ve left behind me

See me

see why I care
See why I laugh
See why I cry

See me
          ljm
Feeling invisible lately.
KEY
The Muse in on Hiatus
so I’m left to
scrabble
amongst discarded words
and phrases
to see if there
could be an
undiscovered simile
that might unlock
the cupboard door
and give access
to all  the verse
that’s hidden there
    ljm
Who put the padlock on it?
I waited for you
to love me
in anger

Your decisions
and the pressing
of all I am

Into your pocket
tucked down
nonchalant
 Aug 2021 Bobby Copeland
ryn
Quest
 Aug 2021 Bobby Copeland
ryn
Looking for
the words
and meaning…

To fill the void,

that feels like
lost breath.
STILL THINKING OF HER AFTER THE FACT

in my wakefulness
i still dream of you, always you
i am consumed by you
for you of you, your face
willing to leave an impression
on my pillow with a perfumed essence
that lingers long after, to fill my lungs
with a desire continued, though
my longing for you to be with you
has no beginning or end
each night to be loved by you
to know even in my dreams
awake or not you have changed
my world forever in the ways of love and life

by Michael Perry
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