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Fay Slimm Jun 2016
Alteration.

As dawn began to steal
on night's unyielding obscurity
penetrant sheen
moved into semi-translucence.
Dark slowly gave way
as multiple rays darted opaquely
to gild the east
with wisps of victorious vapour.
Day lifted sky's shade
then blushing, winked welcome
by tinting pink
flush on a morning's pale breast.
Filigree clouds laced
changing horizon as sun's throne
flickered and shone
in the rising blue of azure dome.
Awed watchers thrilled
when night's shawl, shrugged off
by light's order,
performed alteration never forgot.
While black lightened
and gloom's murk scuttled away
sparks began work
as alchemy turned dark into day.
Dennis Willis Nov 2021
Searching thru the
"there is"'s I might employ
there is a way
there is a thing
there is a certain
and flipping 'em over
I find the lifter
of I am telling you
the penetrant  
of the membrane
invading
every molecule of now
you sitting knees up
happy in that chair
there
Norbert Tasev Nov 2021
For every judgment of condemnation is spoken upon thee by the world. Small-style eggs for stinging criticism! There is always humiliation and addition! Love is both a nuclear reactor explosion in the catacombs of the heart and a self-destructive suicide if not reciprocated! And the gates of the Universe will also be destroyed in their selfish immortality! - Intoxicating word operas fight a fierce cat-and-mouse battle with monumental fattened vain monkeys Monkey!
 
Between distinct, penetrant odors, it strikes the head and the uniformity prevails! Birds and canaries chirping in vomiting, glittering cocktail dresses sing! The stuck Time also wanders crying and decomposes into atoms! They would come up with an alliance of intelligent spirits — a kind of audience — unworthy years deliberately collided with the captivity of nothing; like one who is inside at the same time and yet was born outside the concentric circle! Orphanage should be adopted!
 
Conspirators with each other's secret of war betray themselves very easily! Catching gentle buzz immediately bury me! - Confrontation is shattering! In fact, it bathes its victims in unnecessary fear-provoking; screams of shouts! "That's why the Guardian is deliberately cheering in his overcast minutes!" The puffing arrogance is rooted in his morality! "The half-dark can only be confident in the accident of those who are lost in the prison of selfish dreads!"
 
There can be no more arguments to silence the Will in the sunners! Censorship has once again taken hold in everything: who does not play sports and is not attractive enough to show off his elaborate and exotic goulash cubes! He who is bound by the Human Rules of Being and who cannot therefore give himself up!
Zahraa Jun 2020
Trying to find a hope,
Like a butterfly chasing the light.
She's trying to find the glimmer in the chaos of a creepy night.

She's waiting for the moonlight
To ignite her heart
To strip all the fears out of her soul
To empty her mind of the constant dancing of her doubts
To get rid of the annoying rattles of her thoughts

She's waiting patiently for the first gleam
That will resurrect the withered rose of her dream.

She waited for along time
And she's still waiting.
Waiting for the day when she'll dance
to the gentle tunes of the flute
And the light will penetrant the gloom.
She'll wait cause
"maybe the moon is beautiful only because it's far"
The last line is a quote from Mahmood's Darwish poem

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