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 Mar 2019 Margot
Cameron
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 Mar 2019 Margot
Cameron
I'm rotting Father,
don't you see?
Can't you see the life fading away?
I think I'm dying Father.
Not long now till I'm gone for good.
 Mar 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
Sincere thoughts collected
Shared in our souls highway connected
Love Across all the oceans
 Mar 2019 Margot
e fields
How long has the porch light been on
When it's off it still buzzes
Insects still hover around in it in rings
The boy, a brother, their friends
Sneaking acts of quiet rebellion after the parents go to bed
They all grow up, things never change

The haze of boredom blanketing the small sports town
Makes the smoke sting better
How could you be unhappy here?

When you come of age:
You can watch the game on every corner
When the time is right:
Pawn shops that discount their engagement rings
When you settle down here:
[You will just like your parents did]
The schools do not have bars or grates across their many windows
How could you be unhappy here?
 Mar 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
A quiet moment receiving this gift
lighting a rose scented candle in remembrance
the breeze that fanned the tiny flame
The warmth let me know you are still here
still warm from that short flickered fire of tears
 Mar 2019 Margot
Leslie Offerd
My poems rhyme
They certainly do
From beginning to end
You will hear them connect
I don’t know what gives me the knack
For the ending to seemingly stop.
Perfectly in unison they fit
Like a tiger in the jungle
If I had a chance
I would rhyme all day
And laugh
 Mar 2019 Margot
Cné

Ebony
silhouettes
inked
by a dying sun,
portray
lovers embraced
in
the synergy of one.

Inseparable
dreams
slowly
morph into one …
subservient
to the
whims
of the compliant
heart’s
drum.

And
azure pools reflect
a
tie-dyed denim sky,
as
enchanted dreamers
seal
their love with a kiss nearby.

Twinkling
stars confetti
the
emptiness of space.
And
as darkness descends,
shadows
swallow all of the light’s trace.

Reality
pauses …
as
time seems to stand so still
to
the depths of their very souls,
motionless
they swim.

 Mar 2019 Margot
Cameron
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 Mar 2019 Margot
Cameron
She's falling through my arms
Slipping through my fingers
There goes the girl I haven't met yet.
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