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Topic:
"Out of Control"
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"Out of Control" What is going on, the world is spinning. And in the end, no one will be winning. I never thought within my lifetime. I would ever see, what I'm seeing in my prime. People have taken to the street protesting with no clue? Destroying things, painting them, and taking down the statues. This is not what peace is about, falling into a place of no return. When will they ever understand and learn? We need to stop fighting and find a way we all can live. Within the same place, where we all can survive. Just because we don't think alike, and have the same view. Does not mean. We cannot have a world that is true. One that we all can live within and get along. It does not mean that the other person is wrong. Just that not all people will think the same way. My wish is one day we all can get along one day.. K.L.M. 7/11/2020 One day it will happen |
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Topic:
The Forest and the Rain
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The Forest and the Rain
Walking through the forest in the rain waiting for the next moment of who we are a sliver of light in the midst of shadows or simply . . . Walking through the forest in the rain drowning in the life time of memories we shared from not wanting to breathe without love's shelter to the leaves falling littering our path with puddles of missteps Listening to each drop strike our souls as if they were thunderous words that were no longer words but the sound of uncertainty as time renders us quiet as there is nothing else to say Walking through the forest in the rain cold soaked and so full of doubt I don’t want to keep moving but stopping ends any hope of tomorrow's chance to never cry again |
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Topic:
Lost
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Lost
I pour a dram of exquisite elegance 12 year amber hued single malt sherry cask finished with hints of orange spices and just enough smoke to enhance the torpedo cut tightly wrapped cigar life's accoutrements And as the night falls the smokey haze rises while Gillespie Monk Coltrane and Shorter infuse the evening's warmth with cool One inch of ash lingers as if it was sighing in relief to time finally standing still I pour another dram and smile as I find myself lost in this moment |
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Topic:
The Blues
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The Blues
Loving you is like loving a whisper faint soft barely heard always with me though you're barely here Loving you is like loving a conversation one that I have when I'm alone thinking about you missing you it is all that I have of you Loving you is like loving a song that's played every now and then beautiful when you hear but you're left only with thinking about it I guess that's why they call it the blues |
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Topic:
Wanting to be Heard
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Wanting to be Heard
The deafening sound of silence rips apart my soul like an angry lover wanting to be heard Loud without so much of a whisper torturous as if it were begging me to listen so I abide by its thunderous demands and allow the pen to fall and I notice that as it lands it begins to grasp each word spoken And with the rage of poetic rhythm my hands devour my thoughts as each stroke defines my soul's vision I write and write until the canvass upon which the words reside is no longer silent and the shimmering lights of heaven shine as bright against midnight's hue as hope against the world's chaotic darkness |
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Topic:
Nine Pills
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Nine Pills
Nine months still pain so unreal yet it is all I feel as I count nine pills one for each month I loved you Nine months waiting each day anticipating when I would hear you cry and now I wish I could die to be with you Nine months preparing for morning not for mourning it's tearing me apart the absence of your heart’s beat my heart’s beat our family drifted away with you Nine months still pain so unreal yet it is all I feel as I count nine pills one for each month I loved you |
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Topic:
Lasting Words
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Lasting Words
Left our last breath somewhere within the night before so good morning heartache I welcome you Finding myself alone in the midst of the world's ado somehow the sounds are as strange as missing you I wish my words were simply silent thoughts kept angrily on my lips but I allowed bourbon to speak my mind though my heart begged what was left of my sober thoughts to not act so rash And now I wonder if and if so when will we ever talk again |
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Topic:
Audacity For Hope
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I AM The whole catastrophe The auspicious promise within its Womb of serendipity The dismembered corpse of the donor The gift unwrapped and presented The second chance for the soul with cirrhosis The woman raped by pirates The legacy turned Gospel Her bastard child destined to become a king The wall built from fear The storm that blew it down The solidarity grown from its rain of pain All of creation Breathing Moving Feeling In chaotic synchronicity In this instance of eternity One breath The inhale pause and exhale The caterpillar chrysalis and butterfly The man the woman the child Beautiful in unbecoming Promising in becoming The bittersweet realization of impermanence That sets aflame in our hearts The audacity for hope I love this!!! |
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Topic:
People Watching In The City
Edited by
mig25
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Sun 03/29/20 08:32 AM
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People Watching In The City
Listening to the city's ambiance while my eyes subtly stare at its fluidity beckons the pen and pad of my imagination to create a storyline of its heartbeat Each face that comes and goes wear unspoken words filled emotions sadness and laughter love and bitterness amazement and confusion each one significant yet none more important than the phantom footprints they leave behind It is within this noise and rhythm of people places and things that the monotone fusion of poetry paintings and sounds become the artistry of an indelible moment called life and where I find solace |
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Topic:
Wanting
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It seems I win with words. Do you know words are insufficient? Give me your embrace, Give me more than words. I am dying with lack of love in a world that wants my beauty, but does not know me. You are the balm to my demise. But you deny the water leads to the flow where the waterfall falls. Dangerous, powerful and I have already jumped. I turn my head, still you hesitate. Catch you on the other side of passion, if you dare. My wife once asked me who my favorite poet was. And I told her I had few who inspired me. They were Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, James Emanuel, and you. I truly love your work. Thank you for inspiring me!!! |
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Topic:
From Winter to Spring
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From Winter to Spring
Winter's cold spilled the milk yet I'm not allowed to cry so I wear heartache while cleaning the mess that was made Come each new morning I close my eyes while opening the curtains praying spring brings a warmth that paints a smile for me to wear each day to mask what I feel because every home deserves light Yet it is not quite day light savings time so darkness still lurks around the corner like a bitter memory but the children need to know that I'm ok so I smile to hide everything about us Winter's cold spilled the milk yet I'm not allowed to cry because a home should be where the heart is so I wait patiently for my heart to let go of him |
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Topic:
The River
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I wonder why, River. lol Good poem, mig. Hmmm, you know catinidaho I'm not sure why . . . and thanks |
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Topic:
The River
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Very nice, I love it mig  
Thank you!!!!! |
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Topic:
Tomorrow Morning
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Tomorrow Morning
Tonight can we chill take this moment as slow as necessary so that we are no longer misunderstood let's talk about the past to heal so that we don't have to continue to relive our hurt Tonight can we rediscover intimacy through a conversation meant to heal old wounds let me tell you all the ways I want to say I'm sorry and that I didn't mean to hurt you so Tonight feel free to express your heart's deepest pain let me take that hurt and bandage it with as much love as my soul can give you I know we've journeyed so far at yet we still have so far to go to reach our destiny but if you will tonight let me hold your hand so that we can see the sunrise tomorrow morning together |
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Topic:
The River
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The River
The river often times rushes through the course of life carrying a rage that only heartache could know And then there are those times when the river is still as if it were pondering what it was that it was chasing The river sustains life quenches thirst and leads the way of the lost yet most times it's taken for granted The river the woman the mother the wife the backbone of the beautiful life called love |
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Ok. I should publish. Apparently my poetry speaks to women. Does it speak to males? If I am going to be out there and perform my poetry in real life (yeah I am quite the actress), do I do it in female circles or all circles? Never be afraid my child You wont be frightened by this mother's love. Her hands rock the cradle, crooning her protection, nurturing beyond the nightmares humans desire for you. This mother shall sacrifice all for this perfect gift of life. She also changed the heinous words. "Down will come baby, cradle and all To fall into her loving Mother's arms". My latest  
Yes you should publish your work!!!!! You are an amazing poet who reaches both males and females! |
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Topic:
When We
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When We
Under the starlit night sky a gentle breeze chills our nakedness Slowly we interrupt midnight's silence with the sounds of love whispers As the spotlight of the full moon's kiss guides us towards that moment when we . . . |
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Topic:
Ugly
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Ugly
Before when there was a reason to believe within each beat there was hope life love and beauty But the words the hurt left it motionless broken took from it life and left scars pain torment and now I am ugly I try not to remember I try not to forget I am lost unable to escape who we were unable to find me and so I wonder are you you because I am no longer me I am ugly |
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Topic:
Fire and Smoke
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Born of ancient fire, her smoke signals summon primal war howls. An uprising of razor sharp arrows pierce the clouded mountaintop, where it is said she abides. Smoke and mist pass. The mountain is barren, only skeletons of yesteryear remain, untouched, entombed near the ashes. And the thousand arrowheads broken, their shafts used to kindle her fire. Wow Ladywind you continue to amaze me! |
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Topic:
Roses
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Roses
The clock's hands toil minute after minute until the hours pass gently away soon tomorrow's promise will stretch far and wide celebrating time's patience with an elegance that awakens hope Lingering ever so warmly like a whisper on the horizon the slow rising brilliance paints shadows across the land and within each ocean wave until beauty has burdened the night with the majestic colors of life The air still chilled from previous hour begins its sojourn to the warmth of a new day as life mingles with the scent of roses leaving yesterday breathless |
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