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 Mar 2020 Carla
saanvi
so many things I wanna speak about
they tell me I can't save the world
all the peace in my mind is out
this ain't what I learned

when can I speak up?
bout all the people dead on the street
the gov and the police, they speak
but man they just a cheat

when can I speak up for these people?
what's stopping me?

man these questions I ask
but never answer
hiding behind a mask
why can't world peace come any faster?

my mind is a jail
and I can't seem to escape
I'm begging for a bail cause
I wanna save the world someday
 Mar 2020 Carla
Borko
So it is
 Mar 2020 Carla
Borko
Sometimes
False happynes
Is quite all right
Sometimes
Trapped in the frozen state
Look around stuck
Unread and jailed
Words of whimsy
In the frozen section
Sadness overtakes my direction
Get me out of here
And thaw me out
I will wait
Until you read my ink
It will warm your heart
Like a sculpture patiently made
My words waiting
With cries

Idly

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Ice
Dead poems that need reads. Sometimes they get lost.

Written by Mrs. Timetable.
 Mar 2020 Carla
Mark Toney
stipe end
 Mar 2020 Carla
Mark Toney
it's the end of the world as we know it - time I had some time alone



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
11/9/2019 - Poetry form: Monoku - While this is truly a Monoku/Lyricku - This is the second instance of me using a lyric line from a well known song for my Monoku.  So I am designating this particular form of Monoku as a Lyricku - a type of Monoku that is made up of a single horizontal line consisting of seventeen syllables or less, in addition to being a lyric line from a well known song. - Lyric credit: Songwriters: John Michael Stipe - Michael E. Mills - Peter Lawrence Buck - William Thomas Berry - It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) © Universal Music Publishing Group - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
 Mar 2020 Carla
Mitch Prax
She led me
to her distant world,
a strange yet ethereal land.
I had never gazed upon
such beauty
all around me.
Was it heaven?
No, it was all her.
 Mar 2020 Carla
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.
 Mar 2020 Carla
putiira
For a minute
 Mar 2020 Carla
putiira
Let us find a place where we can hide away
from the madness even if it’s just for a minute.
 Mar 2020 Carla
sandra wyllie
I’m going to the same place
I was yesterday, the same place
I’ll be tomorrow. And many more
weeks that follow.

What will you be doing there?
I’ll be doing the same thing
I was doing yesterday, the same thing
I’ll be doing tomorrow. And at this rate
many more months to follow.

How will you get there?
I’ll be getting there
the same way I’ve always done –
using my imagination.
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