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The day that I met you I thought that
God had pressed the golden button.
I danced in all the shiny bits of tin foil
That rained down as an answer to my prayer
And spread happiness across my lonely floor .

I never would have thought I had the talent
To impress the cosmos or the likes of Cupid
To feel it was my turn to win the contest
And love from such a treasure that is you.
ljm
If you've ever watched "America's Got Talent", you know what the golden button is.  One judge decides the contestant is so good he needs to go straight to the live show filming. And the shiny gold foil strips rain down to announce the celebration.  It's jubilation on steroids when that happens.
 Sep 2021 Acme
Sarah Spencer
I wish I had known
when we kissed under the stars
it would be our last
 Sep 2021 Acme
Ben Palomino
Untitled
 Sep 2021 Acme
Ben Palomino
I’ve laid in the fields of our dying mother


watching as our gods wither into an  epoch  


masses set out to remember


but in time when stripped of their flesh


all will be forgotten


as they are  exposed to their mortality
 Aug 2021 Acme
Elizabeth Squires
unlike Biden
an elephant has a good memory
and all the elephants
around the place
won't forget Biden's
unsatisfactory
presidency

the frequent blunders
the omnipresent gaffes
the manifold mistakes
all stored in an elephant's
memory bank  

and the history books will
write this passage with letters large
why did the voters allow an
absent minded donkey to be in charge
 Aug 2021 Acme
Thomas W Case
When the
naked branches
blew in
the late
autumn winds,
our love died.
How I long
for the days
of spring,
when all was
alive with
newness.
We lay beneath
the willow tree
and dined on wine,
bread and love.
God,
how I miss you.
 Aug 2021 Acme
phil roberts
There were four of us
Roger, Linda, Roy and me
All smoking too much
Banter and chatter fluttered
Roger was quieter than usual
But I think he was decades in the past
Nevertheless, as we smoked more
He got into the swing of things
As the clock's hands moved on
We were just killing time

At last we decided it was time
And we all piled into Linda's car
As we reached the end of the road
The hearse slowly drove across us
Then we saw the guitar on the coffin
His crazy old pink stratocaster
And the years softly fell away
In that wooden box lay our old friend
Memories of his twisted humour
The way he held his arms when he laughed
The way he played that pink guitar
And his wild imagination
All gone forever

                          By Phil Roberts
 Aug 2021 Acme
phil roberts
The night people seep away
Like water into soil
Neither noticed or followed by anyone
Road sweepers remove the night's detritus
Ready for the city's full awakening
When the rushing crowds shall emerge
Surging tides of humanity
Never speaking to each other
With heads down and hidden eyes
On their way to another day
Worker bees in skyscraper hives
Growing old and growing ulcers

Amidst the canyons Between these buildings
Leaning into the buffeting wind
Two young lovers are seen
Little more than children
Carrying their innocence between them
Hurrying away from here
This harsh and angry place
Believing only in each other and love
Leaving the metropolis behind
Their names are Hope and Joy
And this is no place for them

                                By Phil Roberts
 Jul 2021 Acme
William J Donovan
It's welcomed us since puberty.
We boys try to be indifferent
but we dream of you at night
and stare in wonder at pools
in your bikinis always in love.
I might have fallen in love.
I fall in love easy with them,
hearts and **** and vaginas.
 Jul 2021 Acme
Sparkle in Wisdom
Son
 Jul 2021 Acme
Sparkle in Wisdom
Son
.

Still the vacuum exists,
Still the soul is missed,
Still the emptiness persists,
And they say
Time is the best healer,
Time can give us time to adjust
But,
The pain never ceases,
The emotion never ends.

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Sparkle In Wisdom
14/7/2021
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