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 May 20
Maria Etre
I watched a movie the other day
the intro credits
were more of an intro
to you in this space
sober and aware
the air in between
well at least for me
felt different

The movie commenced
till a tune
a soundtrack
hit a scene
I nestling on the floor
beneath
felt
his feet
beat
to the beats
following the per second
theme

He's never seen this scene before
nor the movie as a whole
that's how you know
music runs through
his veins
without him
saying a word
tap tap ... wait tap
tap tap tap...wait tap tap
till the scene ended
he came back from his trance
he was watching the movie
again
In the winter of
My darkest sadness
A candle glows,
Tiny and so far away.
It gives the darkness
A focal point and I
Struggle my way towards it.

Another candle lights my way.
I don’t know where it came from
But it makes a fearful journey
So much easier to manage,
And I eventually will dance
On thistledown to
The music of the Skylarks
In a sun-filled, cloudless sky.
  ljm
Working to chase the blues away.
the crows care little
for the mist

the snowmelt
or the palleted rain

they call
and carve the air

above the park
where do they go

after dark?
in their night silence

what do they think about?
elsewhere

something stirs
from its winter slumber

elsewhere
something uncoils

from its tight darkness
do not concern yourself

with the heavy details
of life

with the weight
of things

that sometimes swing
against you

find a place
with quiet light

and sing
 May 12
Carlo C Gomez
~
man on the moon,
woman in orbit,
unrequited science.
nowhere to land,
nothing to feel,
it might as well be Siberia.
luminaries change,
control lingers in the framework.

the heavens revolve
—deasil and artificial.
she has revolutions of her own,
legs that once swam
everyday in his backyard pool,
(that once draped around his coil)
now openly kick free
from his lunar confines.

he starts the countdown
—one one thousand,
two one thousand,
but she's not coming for him.
she's chasing other transmissions,
the bones of what she believes,
hoping something out there
can activate her heart.

~
 May 4
IrieSide
you brought joy,
laughter
and a special happiness
more unique than
the stars

a flicker that caught fire,
and burned as bright
as the largest sun

for all those you encountered,
and the essence you gave,
though for a short time,
a life more potent
than most

love had ignited your story,
and forever it will remain
in memory,
imprinted with a golden signature
of your potent energy
 Apr 30
Thomas W Case
I've been to the
bitter, dark place
where dreams are
decorations in
dilapidated houses,
a building haunted by
the ghosts of spring.
I tasted the wine of
****** and convicts
there.

I've prayed with the
broken and wasted.
I spent
days and months,
almost forever with
the feral men and
women of America in
homes not fit for fleas.

Then one cosmic day,
while the wounded slept,
I chased a beautiful
moth that escaped the flame.
And that has made all
the difference.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM
Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
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