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 May 2020 Vera City
Pagan Paul
Virus
 May 2020 Vera City
Pagan Paul
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A month of Sundays intrudes darkly
upon a beautiful soft new Spring.
Casting the shadows of confusion,
growing hope for what Summer may bring.



© Pagan Paul (06/04/20)
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 May 2020 Vera City
hiba sajid
Once a happy time,
now a memory I mourn
every now and then.
My first haiku attempt.
Not all relationships will lead to marriage, some will help you discover new restaurants.
 May 2020 Vera City
megem
you once told me your sign.
i quickly searched
if ours were aligned.
everytime it did, i sigh
and everytime it didn't,
i made ways for it to be.

maybe that's what held us—
the only thing that held us.
my eagerness to keep you
but you always slip away.

in the end,
you're a just a comet that
passed me by.
 May 2020 Vera City
Francie Lynch
Foresight gives us 20/20.
Hindsight prepared us.
Don't get blind-sided.
 May 2020 Vera City
Ylzm
Greenland
 May 2020 Vera City
Ylzm
Greenland's not for sale
Greenland's melting
Green forests burning
Greenback flooding
Greed and fear ablaze
fed and preyed upon by AI
Chosen by the wicked
but snubbed, the King sulked
 May 2020 Vera City
Robert Ippaso
Give me Greenland, make it mine
Let me buy it just in time,
For Thanksgiving so we can
Induct these folks into our clan.

Why waste time debating ‘why’
This proposal shouldn’t fly,
Surely Denmark needs the cash
Here’s your chance if you just rush.

Putin took Crimea by force
Not a penny paid of course,
I instead will meet your price
For this island full of ice.

Think it over, but think fast,
As my offer won’t long last,
Let’s get on and make this deal,
With a pen stroke this thing seal.

Since I’ve got some Nordic genes
And as a man of copious means,
I can make this work all round
With results that will astound.

We almost bought it once before,
Why not this process now re-store;
You get the green, we the land,
On me the burgers and the band.
 May 2020 Vera City
Robert Ippaso
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;

One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.

The former I’m told
Are people to trust,
But I just like the bold
That don’t self-combust.

Give me a winner,
A strong man each time,
I’d rather a sinner
Who’ll follow my line.

Call me ‘cold-hearted’
But what do I care,
The process now started
Depicts my great flair.

Like a conductor
I set forth the tone,
The finest instructor
The world’s ever known.

Let’s finish this bleating
And follow my lead,
So the Kurds get a beating,
A serious nosebleed;

They’re nothing to me,
Just a festering sore,
I hereby decree
This subject’s a bore.
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