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 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Aditya Roy
Finally, I said
Wear a grin
The President's men
Have left
In these times
There is sin
Before the junk jangles
And the fire burns the forest
All the corruption is corrupt
And all the bankrupt are ruptured
And we are drinking alcohol
In the concrete jungle
Baby new cat
I love your little tummy
Full of mama cat milk
Your little round belly
I try to tickle
To make you giggle
And lightly mew
“bew bew bew”
It sounds like “bew” to me. In response to Mark S To my fellow poets.
 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Edmund black
Whatever
Beauty
You
Can
offer the world right now,
Offer it now
However small you deem it.
               
 Now is not the time
To deny the world of your light or question your gifts
Now is the time to spread love, give it your light!
Peace of love!
 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Ashly Kocher
I am not
Alone

You are not
Alone

We are not
Alone

We are ALL dealing with this pandemic together....

Isolation has brought more of us together on a different level then before
It may be strange but I am thankful for the resources we have today to continue to be connected during this time, even if it’s just
Waving through a window
Seeing each other through the computer screen
Talking or texting on our mobile devices

We are Not Alone!
We will ALL get through this TOGETHER!
 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Traci Sims
A poet is,
before anything else,
a sage who knows nothing
and knows
he or she knows nothing.

Stravinsky once said
Music is powerless to express anything.
Poetry expresses
that powerlessness, too.

All Art,
or at least,
that which intoxicates you,
is like that.

It's all optional, so it's all negotiable.

That is where
true wisdom
and poetry
reside.

(Walter Tomaszewski; Tuesday, 27 June 2017)
Walter is a friend of mine. He is obsessed with all things Tardis.
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