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Hour 3 image prompt – An Isolation

Perhaps merely lonely The griefling sought out like Perhaps merely lonely They stole a yellow bike Perhaps merely lonely They hid in a dark alley Perhaps merely lonely They set a monster free Perhaps merely lonely The monster ran amok Perhaps merely lonely And by…

The Stillness Inside (Hour 3)

These lights shine, too bright for my eyes. I shut the outer ones, switch on the ones, inside. This world is different, no rush, nothing gets crushed. Here time is our own, I build my sweet home, or discover the one here, Deep within, with…

TWENTY LITTLE POETRY PROJECTS – #3

1) Will the weeds rise up to glorious applause from the garden when we are all dead? My mother wants to know from her comfy chair by the window.   2)I swallowed the southern cross It was above the City Library   3)His beard is…

Forty Four (2023 Poem Two)

Forty Four (Inspired by and to the tune of Barrett’s Pivateers by Stan Rogers  url) How I wish I was in Halifax now I’ve taken forty four turns around the sun Yet, I’m not sure what I have truly done The spark has gone, there’s…

The Kiss (for Isaac and Sarina Leijdesdorrf)

They were told they were subhuman, part of this group of people they wanted to erase. To live and to love were acts of defiance… They hid to save their lives, they hid their children to save their love. Discovered, arrested – lovers separated in…

IN THE EYE LID’S EMBRACE !

  Vintage Woman, in moon’s shadow Reminds mother’s cock-and-bull tale. He thought-that her love also Flickers as a shadow in his eyes. Her solitude embraced with joy In others’ eyelids, too Lonely souls find out, in their lonely time Smooth heart’s beloved one Silent shadow…

Hour 3 – Document Driven

Document Driven It all went pear-shaped Not grapefruit, obviously It is way too sour Or is sour what I meant by pear-shaped? Like Trump at Mar-a-Lago (Documents not-so-concealed in the toilet Boxes listening to the purple flush of the commode What a stench! But I…

Hour Three: Election Season

The politician roared, His lips swollen with alphabet soup. Adherents heard him say, “Challenge,” though their feet burned on the infernal asphalt and their razor gazes slashed this three-piece suit on a sizzling stage. They smelled his smoky words, tasting them like passing perfume in…

Utopia

Utopia Underrated presence in the moment Tranquility for the soul Overwhelming, over the top silence in your mind Paused – to reflect on the now Incredibly slow pace of your heart Amazing, peaceful time- dedicated to your body EVERYDAY