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Gord

2021-05-14 04:19 am
If one could fly away,
Where could you go,
Besides the sky to stay?

If one could bike,
Cycle into the skyline,
Left foot fine, 
Right foot aligned,
Thoughts fill my mind,
The blind can read it.

When you were fine,
and I took the time,
When you were mine,
I looked life away.
When you're five,
You say goodnight,
and you hope the same,
for your final days.

When you lie awake,
Were the choices you made right:
My private plane,
My rightful place?
My silent rage.
She says you're mine,
To another guy, 
Would I mind?
I mean, I made no complaint.

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Gord

2021-05-04 09:32 am
Bob haircut got published,
Bizarre letters, smudges,
Writ incompetent failure.

Box cutter and razors,
Bomb shelter,
Protect me from fears of, 
Awfulness and strangers.

I don't believe in the merits,
Photographer spouting nonsense,
So are the product of his labour,
Nonsense: the popular translation.

In the end I saw nothing.

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Gord

2021-05-03 02:19 am
Ire infinite, by ignorance 
Life is not made by appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images.
Ironic it should be so definite:
Want of intelligence, talking skeleton,
In the end an experiment of my own.

Wind instrument requiring discipline:
With a single word thy kingdom learnt,
Like a little tiny recumbent bicycle,
Not even big enough for one person,
For certain, mine is life livable,
But is the danger really worth it?

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Gord

2021-04-30 09:56 am
No matter where, more savage men,
They know end, Lord knows them,
Nothing but storm and unrest.

No pants, unkempt, 
But at least yourself.
One could fly to a moon,
To talk flags in the end.

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miherseed

2021-04-27 11:03 am
the santan dew crawls      out of the stalk
if you break it apart                    from the bush
suddenly it burns                           brighter than dust

small grand doors                            tiptoed to kiss their frames

held by hinges,                                        but try to reach north

alas, their fates                                         are back and forth

there’s a somnolence                            to homes that are not yours

holed with metaphors                             you never explored to tell

your throat is for similes                      or possibly something else

i wonder                                          if wells hear wishes
or if they are mere echoes       of aired fulfillment
perhaps that’s why              the well water 
only gets to             see the sky

even if i bury my fingers beneath the soil, i am no root. 
even when i draw lines on the sand, i make no shore.

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Gord

2021-04-23 09:07 am
I write of simple, financial issues,
Career moves, Careening doves living.
Writing of her dimples; 
I can forgive, no substantial dispute,
Education isn't a standard issue,
Like flies striking a civilian,
What little I know I know little of,
And even that I misuse.
An Odyssey of nonsense words, I write,
Simple, my peers peer my finger works,
Writhe in vigor, like flies in flight.

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Gord

2021-04-22 10:50 am
Once in a life event,
Arrives by themself,
A winding stare, 
Polite requests, tired guests,
But the knife is there.

Apples cut and left to rest,
Places wood, transcend self,
And hope the place is good.

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Gord

2021-04-16 04:35 am
Last living lemming,
No house to live in,
No Chandeliers;
Next exhibit, Next exhibition, 
Spoke of past tense in English,
Fluent in other languages;

An Eccentric Mystic, 
Poetic Lyrics,
and their beginnings;
One carves caverns,
Of all manner of rock,
What matters of master?
The afterthought. 

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Gord

2021-04-09 03:34 am
If I were a kite,
That could fly away,
with my only child, 
Or decide otherwise,
I think I would stay.

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lynn

2021-04-01 11:42 pm
sycophantic silhouette
stalks into the room and
the woman who casts it brings death, immortal doom
she bids disguise fall when the man sees her through
never a dame, but bluegreenbrown eyes, same as you

you, who lives their life by ritual, routine
will never see the cold, red blood or the glistening sheen of
sweat on the brow of a new, soft corpse
or the embers of the flame that drive you north
your cadence keeps you pliant, your rhyme bids you no further!
what drove you to this, to poetry, to murder?

as the blade bids adieu through the back of his skull
and the red of his head grows increasingly dull
and the light bleeds out of the sword in his eye
‘any woman can see him orgasm, but how many see him die?’

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Gord

2021-04-01 05:58 am
Care, while one died,
Hairstyle the brides, 
Yesses, I am fine,
Guesses, lies:
Cries like a child. 

If wishes could wish,
What would they provide;
A Blameless life,
While men drive the spikes,
Wishing to see eye to eye.
Again like a child.

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Shapeshifter

2021-03-26 01:06 pm
Down the river, ebb and flow
Movement medicine, the way she goes

Directional breath, inbound out
Cease to dam, no time for drought

She is the tide, low to high
On her ship, sailing by

Wicked waters, serene seas
Sunrise, sunset, peace and ease

Floating to sea, where im meant to be
Accompanied by my higher self and me

Turbulent tides, channel open wide
Facing facts, letting go of lies

Dolphins diving, staring in my eyes
Sonic translation, opening my mind

A tug on my leg, 8 arms wrap around
Octopus arrives, leading me astound

Magical moments, divine intervention
Messages come through intuitive intention

Coast to coast, sailing away
In the depths of myself, I find the way

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Tshering Wangchuk

2021-03-26 07:51 am
BELIEVE IN...
Believe in the efforts you put,
Surprising will be your output.

Believe in the prayers you make
This lets your conscience awake.

Believe in the smile you display
Happiness shall form an array.

Believe in the help you provide
Your problems shall remain aside.

Believe in friends you trust
Your friendship shall not rust.

Believe in the seeds you sow
The yield shall be simply a wow.

Believe in the words of a teacher
His words shall mould your feature.

So believe in yourself above all
It's human software, all must install.

© Tshering Wangchuk 🇧🇹

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Gord

2021-03-25 03:55 am
By the tendril, sunset felt,
Like weapons in my belt, 
Chemistry I can't question,
Clarity in my bedtimes.
So lovingly I make expressions,
Like, at weddings,
Desperate for marriage;

By the ending, a farewell.

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Gord

2021-03-15 04:46 am
Canon roar, castles go,
Grab ahold, gravel road, 
A rabbit grows, 
As does his habits,
A hobbit grows,
Shrinking his jacket.
Life a la mode, 
What matters most,
When paddling boats?
Loneliness,
A partner to boast, 
Havoc that leaves you alone.

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Ell

2021-03-14 06:42 pm
I feel like an empty vessel cast away
The only thing that hits my hull is the slap of a choppy wave
I have no crew on board they all found the challenge to much
The cargo I have is overflowing from deep within my hull
The milk has soured & the whey of the milk is all I am able to smell
I once was loved in such a way, the strength of it filled me up
I know it is hard to see not that I am old & withered up
The way she pulled me towards her, like there was always a rope connecting us
The feeling this gave to me is far too much to describe 
I know that is is hard to see now that my ropes have frayed away
The sails are saggy, no wind will fill them up
My rudder seems to be broken, around in circles is the only way it goes 
I fill with dizziness, that is all too much & reminds me of the day the love went away
I know I will never dare love again, this old hull can not handle it all again 
So I will keep going in circles seeing the same thing 
There is no joy, no crew to fix me up.
The old milk, in the old vessel has been left on its own
The stench will never leave.

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Wim Grundy

2021-03-10 08:35 pm
"Oh, weep for Vietnam! The sick dreams

Of passion-winged Ministers of War

Who sent boys in, who never living streams

Nor ripe rice paddies crossed to get their star.

Their Draft which made men fodder, blundered not—

Wonder no more, tho' sixty thousand slain,

But fly there, where they fell; and mourn their lot

Round their cold hearts, where, after their sweet pain,

They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.''

~ After Shelley, ELEGY TO KEATS

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Gord

2021-03-03 02:39 am
Caustic fools, ictus womb,
Sickly youth symbolic,
Less useful as tools;
Into nothing I look,
Root causes, congress,
Dishonest responses;
Old meat, new locker,
Few cure, heal stronger,
Video, feed, Alone, Me,
My mind to wander.

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