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  Aug 2019 White Widow
Ruheen
I stopped asking a long time ago.
What should I do?
Where do I go?

I stopped playing the game a while ago.
How do you win?
What do you know?

I stopped staring some time ago.
Should I look away?
Or let them know?

I stopped running just days ago.
Do I keep going?
Should I lie low?

I stopped time and time again.
I chose to stop back then.
Now I choose to start again.
Pfft. Whatever.
  Aug 2019 White Widow
Mitch Prax
I dated a witch-
her magic made me wish it
had never ended

6:34 PM
13/8/19
  Aug 2019 White Widow
Mitch Prax
I want the atmosphere
to be filled
by your grace
always-
but not always
am I able
to see you.
  Aug 2019 White Widow
Mitch Prax
she's always had wings
she just never knew how to
fly back to Heaven

6:13 PM
15/8/19
  Aug 2019 White Widow
Left Foot Poet
“many who are first will be last, and the last first.” Mark 10:29

the mixed drink of finance terminology
my stock and trade, or,
used to be anyway, when I was gainfully employed,
intersects with a place I don’t habitually frequent,
seeing as I am an Old Testament kinda guy

dollars to doughnuts,
this errant thought makes me smile,
the devil and me (a/k/a the devil in me)
have a warm milk with KAHLÚA,
in the dead of night, across the kitchen table,
doing repartee and bad poetree
and biblical textual emendation
on the verse in question

having been present, the devil likes it just the way it is,
but the old nitpicking me always thinking,
a little editing makes the ‘milk’ go down easier,
suggests a reversal of emphasis:

the last shall be first,
for many who are first, will be last

less threatening and the point better made

lead with your right, taught my boxing master,
and the last shall be first is
very right

you see, many call me,
the lender of last resort
which is true enough,
but my preference is best
when addressed as

lender of the first resort
amber sky so
littered with wings

i find muse
as
beauty avenges the abyss of despair
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