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Mum... You and I by Rula

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 Loving You by  hippiemoon

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Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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Silence reigns supreme in my reich

No don (except me)
doth trumpet within the aborted
barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm,
I annexed courtesy manifest destiny,
which peoples now inhabiting said jurisdiction
circumscribed by following coordinates -
Latitude: 40° 16' 22.20" N
Longitude: -75° 29' 29.39" W
and for better or worse

Shrinking Man

In the rain, I become a shrinking man

With tiny, tiny feet and little, little hands

My eyes get so small they cannot cry

My mouth gets so minuscule it cannot lie

I get so small my clothes no longer fit

My fingernails become itty bitty bits

My legs can no longer take a stride

My brain's thoughts can no longer hide

I know I should not walk again in the rain

But if I do not, how will I wash away my pain

Artimind

Peace is to be quiet.
Longer, sharp fingers, find.
Easily, quiet.

Closed

in between the fingers,

my two eyes.

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Artimind - the state of the mind during quiet.

The past

Please remember me,
I'm not forcing you,
But please, somehow do.
I wish you could,
Because my heart can't bear
This agony,
This pain,
And the thought of you
Not remembering me at all,
Not knowing me at all.
So please,
Recognize me,
So that I won't be
Insignificant anymore.

THE LONELY ROAD

The road ahead wears rough, there lies my path,
To greater heights my story calmly calls,
Fire and fiery pours success bath,
A ministry for sunshine, dipped in galls.

O lonely road, how long comes the strive,
Slow air, gushing winds; the only followers I boast,
Alone a lone warrior walks, breezing towards cold survive,
Step on steps, till I enlarge my coast.

Granny Overthere.

When so, so young I had a bear,
Her name was Granny Overthere;
A stranger name could not be found
You've not heard that one I'll be bound.

It came from younger brother Tim
Who, whenever mother asked of him
What did he want with which to play
Would point at Granny and loudly say:

"I want Granny, Granny over there",
She always sat in Father's chair.
Thus it was that she was named
And forever Tim would take the blame.

Slay The Dragon

Slay the dragon.
Plunge your courage through his heart
then kick his ass out the door.
Drench those deviled doubts,
those hellish hesitations.
Saturate him in fire, rally
as he burns, shrivels, and shrinks.
Douse his cold, harsh remains in spittle
then sweep his putrid ashes
to the lowest level of apathy -
acknowledging that you are fearless.

You are The King, The Queen, The Knight.

The Ultimate Dragon-Slayer.

Wood Bee

You rascally being,
hollowing out the wood beam above my head!
Annoying sawdust alighting onto my lap
like flaky kindling, the discarded leftovers
of your new home, scattered and tossed aside
in the May breeze

We share an arena, a residence -
yours above the porch furniture
within the old ceiling.
Mine, my daily sit-ins with the rocker,
caressing the creaking floor beneath us.

This…is to

To those wanderers that go off
to far off places
To escape their mundane existence
To climb higher, to be greater
To think clearer and breathe deeper

To challenge the ordinary
To resist convention and be
the change-makers
To outlast the last call and be the renegade to take charge
To forage ahead and lead the pack
To be renewed and committed to the mission of the great unknown

Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter

Entrapment videre licet fiendish
gnarly hustling scheme erector -
sent me to the poor house, where alms
not forthcoming to ease financial affliction,
where yours truly money matters still stymies
ways and means to relocate
to a two bedroom apartment
courtesy low income housing.

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