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They sang beneath the gardens
basked in Babylon’s balming glow
Laughed in the light of Carthage
before the salt was sowed
Take some small comfort
from antiquity’s thread spun
For just before the sunset
they danced in Byzantium
Just seen the girl I liked & wished I could see right through her
Wished I could be her skin
Wished I could be her voice
How lovely it is to have a special person in life
For all evil seems to die out when she comes along.
 Mar 2021 Michael Perry
Graff1980
Enlightening sentences,
heighten senses,
take fixed countenance
and furrow them
in fierce concentration.
I could kid myself
and say that you are in me
but really

I am just trying
to force the issue by attempting
to conjure you

as well as delay the inevitable  

waterworks the aching
sickness
and the pain

so with that said
it is time to give you
and me the much needed

punctuation
we deserve
and just

end this!

whit howland © 2021
An abstract word painting. An original.
Floating lily pads
Dewy and refreshing green
Delicate white blooms
Light as a feather
Drawn by winds, the paper flies
Paperweight it needs

Bills in paper nails
Value packed, together stacked
Business they made

Light as a feather
Changes course, as does the wind
Fair weather friend

Be not the paper
On the nail, stuck forever
Nor a paperweight
There is so much to paper, light, yet holds weight
Be like the paper, yet not get weighed down
If we can’t tell stories
about our past
—the future stays untold

If judged by standards
out of time
—the fault beyond control

Our history always
both good and bad
—correction on the rise

What happened, happened,
as time rolls on
—and yesterday reminds

(Independence Square Philadelphia: March, 2021)
The voice of my enemy,
the loudest of truths

With death as the arbiter
—to win or to lose

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
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