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Jan 14 Sky

Larry Berger

things which came to mind
when I read your poem,
I have been able to
flesh out with imaginative
reality, wrestling your
dilemmas to the floor
and pinning them there
while the poetic referee
pounded the mat, shouting,
and counting to three,
the match is over now,
and you can be free

Jan 14 Sky

A Lovers Lifted Secrets

Jan 14 Sky

Gaia's Soothing Haven

A Lovers Lifted Secrets

The wind, a sly lover, lifting my silken dress,
I sway with abandon, revealing soft tenderness,
Wind, with lips so eager, tracing each subtle finesse,
With each rising current, my heated blush will express,
I surrender to breezes that stir my wild restlessness.

#****** #love #desire #sensual #quadrille

Jan 14 Sky

if i was a boulder

Jan 14 Sky

Fisher

if i was a boulder

if i was a boulder with moss for hair,
i'd find a stream and settle there.
watching bugs and fish go by,
i think i'd like this rocky life.

the sun will brush my hair just right,
and birds will rest their wings from flight.
and underneath my stony feet,
rabbits will burrow, and love, and sleep.

and when a hawk shades ground below,
the mice will scurry and hide and know
that i am a boulder
with moss that grows.

the urge to exist and do nothing else smh

Jan 14 Sky

Solace in villain

Jan 14 Sky

Caesar

Solace in villain

I find comfort In the dark
Like the night
The silence
And the villains that used to play on my tv screen
They were brave
Though called cruel
They spoke their
heart
Misunderstood from the start
In the world so bleak
And without a clean slate to start from
They were hopeless from the start
A horrible upstart
Close to my own
I hold villians close to my heart
Shielding them from the hero
Which is all to bland
And to be blunt
There always painted too brightly
Bold colors
Bright and popping
Showing they are brighter
Better than crime the villain
Dark and shy
Most the time unable to fly
Why do wee pain them in such colors
We’re all to simple minded
To believe in a world of crime
Color could truly describe

Lot of topic on this one

#poems

Jan 14 Sky

THINGS TO COUNT ON

Jan 14 Sky

Carla Marie

THINGS TO COUNT ON

You can count on

Babies to cry… and
Cars to break down

You can count on
Teenagers to lose their minds

You can count on
Children’s kisses to fill your heart… and
Flowers and trees to bud in springtime

You can count on
Traffic to be worse
When you are late for work… and

The Moon to glow… and
The Sun to shine

You can count on
Fish on Fridays… and

Fourth of July Bar-b-que...
Black-eyed peas on New Years Eve... and

Me
Always
Loving
you

Jan 14 Sky

Different Worlds

Jan 14 Sky

Sally A Bayan

Different Worlds

East...and west, are we?
north, and south?.....maybe...
we were nurtured with love,
our eyes and our minds opened
to different isms that helped shape our
values...we were brought up, bearing our
folks' customs, traditions. principles...
we have different faiths...some practice...some
don't...some, don't even subscribe, yet, survive.

we have dry and monsoon season...in
other parts, pleasant weather, cold winds,
and in some parts, snow.....turning to ice

we are  a mix of white skin, seeking for a tan,
and brown-skin, hiding from the sun;
one's night, is the other's day,
there are surfers among us, playing with the waves,
there at the cusp...gambling...daring fate...
there are those who hide from silent freezing winters,
finding warmth and comfort in long hot summers...

countless points of comparison,
yet, we've something beautiful in common,
a connection of feelings, of words...our poetry,
flowing like blood, through our veins...endlessly
feeding, fueling our hearts and minds, with classy,
themes....sometimes bold, mushy, or....sassy...
no set skeds...we do it even through adversity...

we write......

we tell about our escape from life's banalities,
mindscapes, landscapes immersed in frivolities

yet, we await the marvels of each  morning we wake,
remembering gratitude, in every breath we take...

years have passed us by,
still, plays this soft music that mollifies
and inspires......heard only by you and i
prodding us, through hours, of day or night

while you exist in your own part of the world,
as i, in my hot, humid cosmos, long for cold.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May, 19, 2019

(a love poem, edited...for all Hello Poetry writers)
(a repost from May 2019)

#sallyb #differentworlds

Jan 14 Sky

Pisces

Jan 14 Sky

ophelia

Pisces

But I'm a fish,
Swimming in life's stream,
Chasing fleeting dreams, it seems,
Free in the currents' flow.

Fragile, full of emotions, yet voiceless—
Silent waters stir,
Delicate fins brush unseen worlds,
Unspoken feelings drift quietly.

ugh its so hard being a pisces

#pisces #emotions

Jan 14 Sky

Someone new?

Jan 14 Sky

Immortality

Someone new?

How can I
love someone new,
when you kiss
my soul
so true?

For the blurred-faced man, who comes in my dream-

Are you real, or am I lost in the feel?

#love #soul #true #kiss #surreal #dream #new #lost #real #blurred

Jan 14 Sky

Exactly, how far is it to you?

Jan 14 Sky

Nat Lipstadt

Exactly, how far is it to you?

1:12:25 9:20am nyc

Exactly, how far is it to you?
this is more than mere question,
or a rhetorical poem title discard,
consider it an interrogatory of
the first order, a debate raging
with every word successfully
affixed from brain to fingertips,
from my breathing to your heart,
how far is it exactly, pray tell me,
how these cords of words find you,
are your lips bending up in a smile,
need me a weather report, air quality,
wind gusts vitals vital to yo! estimate
how fast & conditions they’ll require survive/arrive in your eyesight well
and be friended

feed me the data, Heart Rate, Blood Pressure,
SpO2, so I’ll know what condition your
condition is in, adjust my words accordingly,
send to this distance back to me awaiting,
the necessary facts & figures to provide the finger stroke directional, do you need whispers or emboldened bold face to arouse the a spirit flagging, a shoulder shaking, a dozen red lipped chords of
kisses and sweet everthings, that do not
dissolve, dissipate or disappear instantly,
but can be stored in a Ziploc bag, refrigerated,
ready for gorging and disgorging, repeatedly,
as needed, synchronized slow or hard, fast
or soft, wet or dry. sweet or salty, savory
or a blended mixture, an adjustable concoction depending
on distance, time of day,
tell me,
the stuff that you accept
with open willingness,
or just begrudgingly

all adjustable
all shaped to
your individuality
elastic flexible
but the schedule
filling up fast
so we can mutual
squeeze into each others
empire of empty

so,
Exactly, how far is it to you,
to where you are being?

Exactly, how far is it to you nml lipstadt

Jan 14 Sky

WISP OF SMOKE

Jan 14 Sky

Traveler

WISP OF SMOKE

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke
Swirling boundless
To and fro

Out of the fire
A non-corporeal host

Stinging eyes
Burning nose
Cough me out
Or start to choke

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke

Another cloud
Another soul
Into thin air
Watch me flow

Out the window
And down the road!

Surely I was
A wisp of smoke...

Traveler 🧳 Tim
My avatar wrote this..

PS all those things this writing made you think were intentionally design by a wisp of smoke..

#traveler #smoke #insignificance #tobacco #sage #marijuana