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 Mar 2020 Alona
Pagan Paul
Thunder
 Mar 2020 Alona
Pagan Paul
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A speck on the horizon grows,
dark grey, foreboding and cruel,
stunting the sun's warm rays,
eclipsing the sky's perfect jewel.

Roiling clouds gather their skirts,
spewing across the azure blue,
spreading threads of droplet rain,
morphing the light into different hue.

Static is just the anticipation,
the excitement before the wonder,
the throb as high overhead
peels a belly roll of thunder.


© Pagan Paul (17/03/20)
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 Mar 2020 Alona
Julia Brennan
autumn
 Mar 2020 Alona
Julia Brennan
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
 Mar 2020 Alona
Lexie
Healing
 Mar 2020 Alona
Lexie
I heal in the puddle of your affection
Clear water dripping from your lips
Pooling with my oil spill tears
Lost on the plight of my affliction
Another cart hitched to the horse of depravity
Bring out your dead
There is no room for mourning here
Plant your new flowers
In dark rich soil
The spirits in the earth
Watch over the roots of your labor
 Mar 2020 Alona
Mrs Timetable
•Black and white dotted cotton•
•Soft lines and flowing•
•So stylish I said this polka dot dress•
••••••                          ••••••
•••••••••••
Twirlin­g-will they notice me in it
Will they see how pretty I feel
It’s new to me, I feel so real
•••••••••••
Too young just yet
For attentions like that
Slow down late bloomer, not too fast
•••••••••••
I could still hope for stares
And wish for admirers
Would anyone care for braided hair
•••••••••••
Years later my true love says
I remember seeing you when we were younger
You stood out among the rest
••••••••••••
Really?
You saw me?
You remember that?
What did you see?
Tell me!
••••••••••••
A Long french braid
Hoop earrings and•••
You
had
on
a
polka
dot
dress



Real feelings. True story. You just never know who’s noticing you, could be your future love.
On 3-18-1995 You married me and I married you. The dress worked! Happy anniversary
 Mar 2020 Alona
M Grant Teague
This is the time to give:

Eyes to look
Eyes to read

Ears to listen
Ears to hear

Hands to make
Hands to write

Voice to speak
Voice to sing

Heart to help
Heart to heal

Yourself to another
Yourself for another
As we are feeling alone it is time for us to create and consume. To teach and learn. To write and read. To love and accept it. This is a gift to do what we never have time to. To speak with those left behind by our busy lives.
 Mar 2020 Alona
Dr Peter Lim
Flight of morning birds
   against blanket of blue clouds
   a new day is born
 Mar 2020 Alona
Carlo C Gomez
Waterworks are failing

Nile faucet tears

***** powder salt

Plague blood wine

Fermented analgesic sea

Swallow Ebers papyrus

Swallow ******'s scroll

Raze the periscope, this is no crusade

Born blind under duress

They sink mid-thigh in pools of acronym

Copper pennies at their toes

Can't wish for things they haven't been
taught to believe

Steal them instead

They'll get a parade for far less

But then again the winds might turn

The sea might divide master and slave

And there they shall be peeing their pants

"In caelum fero--we make our mark"

You picked a bad day to fight, Egyptian
 Mar 2020 Alona
chris
— g.e.
 Mar 2020 Alona
chris
"the sad truth is that opportunity
                                 doesn't knock twice."
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