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 Jun 2019 Shamai
Melissa Rose
Become not the longing to be seen
but the scene itself
6/2/19
 May 2019 Shamai
Apple on a Rose
I'm drowning under the words left unsaid.
 Apr 2019 Shamai
JP
Beauty
 Apr 2019 Shamai
JP
She
Undressed
To
Wear
The
****
 Apr 2019 Shamai
JP
Intimacy
 Apr 2019 Shamai
JP
She
Spread herself and
Closed her eyes
To see
The process on...
 Mar 2019 Shamai
Al Drood
Harry, Gene and Ivan, Jacques and Lee Kwan Yu,
off to see what they can find amongst the red sand dunes.
Beam back TV pictures for all the folks back home,
show ‘em what it’s really like within the Ruined Zone.

See the crumbling pyramids, the bone-dry river beds,
Elysium’s eroding, a billion years of death.
Just another planet surviving on its dreams,
hologram illusions of things that might have been.

Time to go back home now, rejoin the mother ship,
analyze your findings and evaluate your trip.
Deciphering inscriptions, computer screen gives birth;
green words softly glowing: “Is there life on Earth?”
 Mar 2019 Shamai
Al Drood
Dying day in late October
Gaunt the trees and stark the twilight
Crow and raven perch now sated
Worm now rises in his seeking
Fox and badger sniff the death scent
Here where salmon stream bends crooked
Spilling over moss-grown weir-side
Past the Roman Wall now broken
Down where altars lay forgotten
Came the young and mighty warlord
Sword in sheath like moonlight gleaming
Torque at neck like sunlight golden
Riding with his band of brothers
Hawk on wrist and hound at fetlock
Riding to his death at Camlann
Waiting were the painted foemen
Hid in ambush deep in forest
Blood-red now the river running
Stained with gore from many war-men
Lying slain in trampled bracken
Fallen are the leaves of autumn
Great oak weeps with tears of resin
Pierced where wayward arrow struck her
Shielded are her scattered acorns
Covered by the bodies tumbled
 Mar 2019 Shamai
Sofie
you build a wall
they climb it
you piece it back
they break it

for they’ll always
want to know
what it is like
on the other side
 Mar 2019 Shamai
Kai
Symbiosis
 Mar 2019 Shamai
Kai
Two roses intertwine, becoming one;
their fragile petals thirsting for the sun.
They lift each other’s leaves up to the light;
and so, together, blossom through the night.
This poem's meaning is really up to you. You can even take it literally if you'd like.
I tried to express the feeling of two entities, both broken or fragile or vulnerable for some reason, helping each other through some period of time. The circumstance and nature of the relationship between the entities can change; the poem still applies.
I named it 'Symbiosis', because that is the most summarized form of what this poem was intended to describe. [In biology, a symbiotic relationship is when two organisms assist one another, such as a fish eating the parasites and such off another fish. One fish gets food and the other food gets cleaned.]

I tried to add some visual poetry, too, with each line looking a little longer than the previous line in a sort of stair-step pattern - as if you could climb up and be triumphant.

oh, and yeah this is iambic pentameter... heh
 Mar 2019 Shamai
Stephen S
I don't care if Monday's great,
Tuesday, Wednesday keep it straight,
Thursday things just may negate,
but Friday I'm in Pain

Monday might just bring some rest,
Tuesday, Wednesday pass the test,
Thursday I'm not even stressed,
but Friday I'm in Pain
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