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The bats in the tower
rats in the barn
Night befits cowards  
who run from the storm

(Poem To End Chapter 48: March, 2023)
Geniuses don't build
things that can destroy us all
but idiots do...Kelly McManus
Hello everyone at HP,

Starting this month, we hope to bring something new to Hello Poetry: a spotlight on our fellow poets here in this community.

Each month we will highlight one poet by posting an interview with them complete with a little background, how long they have been writing, what inspires them, etc. We will also highlight a few of their best or favorite poems (with a link to each one).

If you have any thoughts or questions you would like us to include in these interviews or would like to participate, please feel free to let us know via the comments section or direct messaging.

We hope this will be well received and provide a way of getting to know one another better.

Thank you,
Mr. & Mrs. Timetable
It’s simple, simpler
when in my raucous brain
I well fight the warring birds
and focus on a single idea.
A deck of words
Meticulously thought
Pyramid stacked

Imaginary
Portals
Bolted words

Swamped
Crusting at the edges
Rusty waves

The ocean softly hums
Droplets sink and surge
Merge and make waves

Crossing paths
Leaving trails
Never to meet again
i just found out today that on poemhunter.com
on the 26th of January, The Child of The Sun was selected as the  POEM OF THE DAY:
and this makes me very very happy  🙂

The Child of The Sun

it is a shadow,

of the tree
dark lighting
at the zenith of the day, tasting
the sweat on the man's forehead

the child of the sun
it is a shadow

of grass
opaque existence
angle of light
in the calmness of the earth

the child of the sun
it is a shadow

silently
following the man, to the water spring
in the valley of springs

the mother sun
quenches its thirst
with the tears of the earth

the child of the sun
it is a shadow
🙂 Last week, I had some thoughts about me giving up on writing, that it is a waste of time, and that there are more important things to do, but today I received this message, and I am wow. My eyes popped out like onions.
In the last 3 years I have been devoted, waking up every morning at 4:30-5am, writing whatever was coming, whatever my psychic was breathing out over the night, without questioning, I was there waiting for the invisible, facing it, receiving it as a gift and converting it into poems.
and today seeing this I am like a newborn, and I receive the message like ”the show must go on, baby ...:)”


So, in the end, the truth is that everyone needs a drop of appreciation from somewhere. We are creatures of receiving appreciation and love! No matter what we do as work, or create, in us, we carry the need to know that there out, somewhere in this world is someone appreciating what we do, invent, or imagine. There is no other way ...
 Jan 2023 David Hilburn
viola
sometimes I wish I had cancer
then people would send me flowers, and get well soon cards.
but I am bipolar
so when I am sick
I suffer alone, ashamed
because too many times
people synonymously use my illness for crazy.

-please stop
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