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ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
Dangerous Mind
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Sickness 19.30

I have a haunting lack of options, avenues, crevices
to crawl into
and out of,
like a small, black spider caught inside an overturned
glass dripping
it's leftovers like gigantic lakes.
I have all too much purpose
and too much lethargy to carry it
around like a chameleon's semi fertilized
eggs with the male half way
to another petting zoo.

The ropes of necessity tie tight
as bindweed and exhale seeds of bleak cancer
across the day

until stepping out
into a garden, turning over soil,
potting up
seedlings and settling
on that old, familiar,
swinging chair, admiring the new blooms
and buds
and stamping
out
that little black spider
in my head.

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ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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Gah 19.30, sorry people. Super useless sort of day.

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Misfitpoet89
Lost Thinker
United States
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19/30
On angels wings

Our thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of sorrow
Just know that we will be here for you, today and every tomorrow
Though your mother may not be here to enjoy and share with you
Remember that she looks on from above, watching over you too
Free from earthly pain and the worries of the world
Know that her angel wings have finally unfurled
Though thoughts of her may make you sad in the here and now
Your broken heart will mend in time, someday, somehow
Cherish the memories that you shared and keep them in your heart
For this is where her memory lives and you'll never be apart
A mothers love can never be replaced nor will it ever fade
This kind of love lasts for eternity, never to be dimmed by shade

*wrote this today for a coworker who’s mother passed away.*

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mel44
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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19/30
Crisis

Screeching halt
crushing metal
rising from
the back seat floor
racing heart
does not settle
hot stinging
sensation sore
eyes wet
head burning
ruby red
gushing, bleeding
flashing lights
undiscerning
maternal voice
panicked pleading
fearful shaking
comfort seeking
“Oh my baby”
mother shrieking
running towards me
as I fell
unnerved
and distressed
remembering
nothing more
forever changed
reactions repressed
impression left
now to explore
at ease in chaos
self-assured
calm in crisis
and commotion
confidence secured
only through
controlled emotion

until the aftermath


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Thetravelingfairy
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United States
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19/30


The Golden Hour



At birth, I resemble the burning sun
In all its vivid beauty
As the hour turns
I am in the likeness of the moon
Bearing delicate strands of white and gray
I submit to the earth
Held captive by the wind
I travel over fields and plains
To be planted elsewhere
To reclaim lost wishes
Yes, I shall be cultivated
Offspring in full bloom
For when night falls
It is my golden hour
Gone in the blink of an eye
By a gentle gust


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Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States
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Anatomy of Loss

X

.i

To know gain is to trade
some thing for another;
replacement by virtue of change

Though rubble be bloody
from fragments of sky  --
it's the desired beginning  

The Universe responds
to levels of vibration;
frequency attracts frequency

Should you gaze upon only lack;
cracked windows, leaky roof
with no hope of redemption

Appalachia is filled with shacks
housing destitute souls;
starving and cold shells

How can one possibly vault
poverty when they've known
nothing else to compare it to

Yet, I tell you it has been done
and it all began with loss

. . .


19/30


For My J, with Love 💜

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JohnnyBlaze
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19/30


Johnny's Girl

treats him like a King

without expectation of anything
in return; she asks for nothing
not a single string attached;

it's Even Stephens with him

because she knows
how perfectly matched
each critique of hers
is to the weakness
and strength of his
poetry

The key to winning him over
is not playing Gerald's games
with his mind or heart

but rather pulling his ball
crumpled efforts from the
waste basket and saying,

Honestly
you can do better than
this











for Ahavati with Love

💜




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rosegold
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16/30

Poetry Fairy

She fluttered my way, one
Sunday afternoon,
as I sat feeding ducks
by Lake Linda

Her gorgeous green eyes –
her deep scarlet wings –
her glittering dress –
she intrigued me.

Her voice sang out
in perfect verse,
calling poetically, magically...
inviting me into her story:

   “Write with me
   Come on a journey
   I'll show you how to be free

   “Black ink
   Carefully penned
   Follow my lead, my friend

   “Write with me
   Explore your mind
   Share the discoveries you find

   “Don't hesitate
   Just jump straight in
   Before it's too late to begin

   “Write with me
   I'll cheer you through
   Just help me out on my path, too”


Flutter on, little fairy,
overflowing with energy and zest –
travel to countless new lands

I watched her fly deeper,
growing stronger, faster –
seeking out adventures
to never be erased….

And I took up a pen of my own


(For TheTravelingFairy, who encourages me in both my writing and my life)

(Inspired by Prompt #9: Poet)

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17/30

Night Terrors

Young imagination bright
Awakening each night
Creating horrors to hide in
Shadows and haunt young minds

Nightlight on,
Bedtime songs,
Prayers to scare
Away the fear

Click – lights out
One last glass of water
Door left open a crack
Baby Bear snuggled tight

Stories forming into dreams
Innocence distorted
Silence sounds like screams,
Evil spirits hovering

Prison bed
Claws underneath
Reaching out for little feet
Too paralyzed to leave

Mom already checked
Nothing's there
Hush now, kids
It's time for sleep

She'll say to count
Until the sun comes out
But by then
They might be gone

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poetryaccident
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19/30

Who I Am

Don’t be distracted by what you see
this commentary defying note
of the norm that most agree
define a world that is not me
confusion should be assumed
then put aside as a ruse
I’m the puzzle with a pen
conveyed by jests I’ll explain

I understand your response
is a mirror of the past
what’s concrete is then based
on a plane that’s all too flat
the breadth of life reflected there
is only based on the frame’s size
be it held in the hand
or hung to cover a full wall

all the tribes are not the same
the dogma set is self-involved
put to books or passed by rote
arrayed against a foreign world
to put a label on my head
borrow robes that may not fit
a state of fact will only lie
if the box is not my own

emotion springs from different founts
this is the measure of who I am
squint into reflections glare
step away from mob’s howling
it’s a challenge to relate
to the outsider that does not match
still I exist with a request
to be loved for who I am.

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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
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South Africa
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Trinity


And in the begining
there was darkness

"Let there be light!"

Was the light
the type that allows us to see?
Was it the sun?

Or was the light
the ability to love?
kindness?
respect?

Was the darkness
night?
Or was it a fuelled hatered
evil
lack of life?

Was darkness overcome by light?

As our world steps harshly
on each other in the 2018

Have we missed
the love
that was The Son?
As we live in pain
In hatred
In darkness
Have we lost the spirit
that resides
in the body temple?

Was the spirit
the light
the turned
out
the darkness?

Has humanity chosen
an attempt
to turn out
the light?

Spirit lead us
to a word of love
a world of happiness
a dance of peace
As you follow the command
"Let there be light"
and never ending
Love.

Oh that you will bless me indeed
and grow my territory.




Entry 20
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
Posted April 20th





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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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Barnacle  *20/30

distant wings out to sea
the loneliest sound ever heard
the call of a gull drifts
full sail
on the grey of early morn’

I walk the dunes between
foam-kissed shoreline
misty hillocks of sea grass
that lean
when incoming waves exhale

dark hair in my eyes
that scan the wandering coast
and the figure of a girl
who walks
alone and barefoot

straw hair & wind-swept brow
pale eyes peering
drawing near
her mouth
soften’d in acceptance  

passing each other
turning every few steps
watching the other walking
far off
with breakers sighing

beach sand draws and pulls
at my toes and sinking feet
that make their way
toward the
shallows hiding secrets

[i]I bend at tide pool’s edge
crabs startle and freeze as I
peer into her barnacle grave
finding
my own deep slumber




Copyright©️Jade Pandora 2018.  All Rights Reserved.
*NaPo/GloProWriMo 2018

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
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United States
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You See A City, I See The Wreckage (20/30)

Industry finds every city is the same
Full of life and yet vacant
Framing parks for preservation of regulated beauty
Like concentration camps for a breath
In the illusion of fresh air
We live in bubbles and shattered fishbowls
Fragile with an abrasive yet see through exterior
Everything is stale
Even light is diminished by overshadowing pollution
Not every toxin is seen
Though it is certainly felt
Invisible echoes of a familiar tragedy
Silent screams beneath the rubble of our achievements
Coming crashing down as the penthouse makes its way to the lobby
And a corporate ladder is a burden undone for the loss
Shouldering the weight of empty dinner tables
And a depleted sense of livelihood
When all we do to survive comes face to face with the necessity to come alive
Dead weight routines through revolving doors
Orbiting existence in a universe on a scale of platonic to acquaintance
Pay grade borders and elevators to high class sinners
Versed against the poor man’s saint of empty promises
Political diversions of news marketing
Turn your head and choke
Explosive citizens against kamikaze internationalists
One man’s terrorist is a child’s father…

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Ahavati
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And then there were 18!

Greetings, Poets! Welcome to DAY 20! However you choose to view it, you're three-fourths or two-thirds the way home!

Forget about traditional countdowns and ball drops; see how these cities drop instead, beginning with Mobile, AL.

10. . .

Every year on New Years Eve in downtown Mobile, a giant 600-pound electric moon pie logo is dropped to bring in the new year. In case you're not sure, a moon pie is a delicious southern treat that consists of a marshmallow smashed between two graham crackers and then dipped in chocolate. Becoming famous and widely loved by Mobileans, the moon pie was a staple item to be thrown from floats during Mardi Gras and has been a snack staple since 1917 when a coal miner asked for a snack, "As big as the moon."

1. Ahavati - II✔✔✔✔✔
2. JohnnyBlaze - II✔✔✔✔✔
3. JadePandora - II✔✔✔✔✔✔
4. Viddax - II✔✔✔✔✔
5. Mel44 - II✔✔✔✔✔✔
6. cloventongue89 - II✔✔✔✔✔✔
7. David_Macleod - II✔✔✔✔✔
8. rowantree - II✔✔✔✔✔
9. ImperfectedStone - II✔✔✔✔✔✔
10. MadameLavender - II✔✔✔✔✔
11. ThePositivelyDark - I ✔✔✔✔✔
12. RevolutionAl - II✔✔✔✔✔✔
13. Hepcat61- II✔✔✔✔
14. poetryaccident - II✔✔✔✔✔
15. Thetravelingfairy -II✔✔✔✔✔
16. MisfitPoet89 - II✔✔✔✔✔
17. Samael - II✔✔✔✔
18. Rosegold - II✔✔✔

You're on the home stretch, Poets! 🎊

Samael, you've double-posted 17, please check your count after 24 hours. Also, please do not post more than two poems per day when catching up. I don't know how to be more clear about that than the two dozen + times I've said it in updates.

Thank you.

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samael
Samael Talmudic
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i'm at 18.

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Ahavati
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samael said:i'm at 18.

I got that. ^

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