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 Nov 2024 Jill
Barbara R Maxwell
Gray skies greet me
Quiet streets almost empty
People sitting at cafes huddled together because of the coolness

Cool Sunday morning
Last day of the weekend
People enjoying the moment before the start of another week

Cool Sunday morning
no one does nothing

substantial

even after all this time .

watching all the crime.

the list is long  & unbelievable,

then longer and extra unbelievable.

each day.

yet no one seems to do anything.

i says this out loud to mine &  can do nothing

substantial.

only shaking.
 Nov 2024 Jill
guy scutellaro
have you ever seen

moonlight on the lake?

the moon whispering

to the water lilies,

the lilies white as the lace of a bride's gown.

have you ever sat on a log

contemplating the mystery
of a cold and distant romance?

2 hearts
forever longing to,
but not able to embrace

separated by endless night...


...wild birds are singing,

and dawn's sweet chorus
chases away the sad, lonely moon.

have you ever heard the moon
loves the flowing water,

loves the mortal music
of earth-borne water lilies?
 Nov 2024 Jill
heidi
The desert sky is vast
A heavy blue spanning far
Rippling with the sun’s heat

Cacti line the horizon
Like an uneven barbwire fence
As the sky turns to orange

Like a flame licking the world
Dry and thirsty for a drop of water
The sun sinks into the Earth
 Nov 2024 Jill
Grey mirror
Have you ever had an emotion surfaced after many years?
It's not the kind that brings you to tears
Rather It makes you clench your fist.
The kind that brings out your darkest side.
It needs to be tamed,
It needs to be chained.
The kind that terrifies your own soul.

It is best dealt on your knees in the quiet company of...
The One that is not visible to the human eye,
The only one capable of forgiving the seven deadly sins.
The provider of peace in the midst of the turmoil coming from within.
Bruised psyche...
 Nov 2024 Jill
William J Donovan
I melt into promises like molten lead
   cooling into bullets aimed at my heart.
   I never make them lightly or ever mean
   to keep them forever they never start.

   I'm at war with me. I'll be victor and I'll
   be defeated and I'll bleed all over brave
   while I die in a trench of my own intention.
   Bury me where I fall in an unmarked grave.
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