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Ahavati
Ahavati
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Greeting, Great Poets of the Fellowship! It's ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE! We wish nomoth well, who, as a photographer, enjoys the view from the summit ( and has plenty of food from the banquet to suffice him for months! )! We are sure he will be wildly successful and content.

If you have reached the "Downhill from Here" sign, you may safely proceed into day 17!!!!

Summerrain75
Summerrain75
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Philippines
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17 of 30

Notebook

I noticed my old notebook
That had been lying
On the bedside table this evening
It has been there for months
But I did not open it
It contains old poems I wrote and posted
In other poetry sites

This evening I decided to go over it
And read some poems that are good in my opinion
I needed to distract myself from the feeling of discomfort brought by hyper acidity
I had a bad afternoon due to it
That I had to skip my dinner and just took slices of pancakes

I found one poem that was featured twice in that site as poem of the day
It was a good piece or it wouldn't have been featured
Some poems were just as good
And looking back I wondered
Where those inspirations came from

Lately my poems are more in touch with reality
With day to day life I'm experiencing as I live one day at a time
Unlike those poems I wrote before
Where there is a touch of unreality to them but more poetically spilled

I dream of putting them in one book
Not on a notebook that can be easily ignored like this one I have
Where only me knows what is inside it





Ahavati
Ahavati
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( 17/30 )

Satellite

[ . . . ]

Part II: Arc of the Covenant    

[ . . . ]

iv.

Re-Newó
cocooned, enveloped;
a womb of prophecy
gestating from its provenance
into wholeness again

Her cyclic demise
a desert mirageó
peripheral space a trajectory
coursed exactly where
it is meant to exist

Stars distract from seeking
that thumbnailed print;
a French manicure
expanding from the tinseled  
ebb of nighttide
swelling inside itself

And, so, we remember
lest we ever forgetó

Lamp of Heaven and Earth
predating rainbow
and commandment;
oldest known promise to man:

Darkness shall never last


slipalong
slipalong
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17/30

The reoffender

Jammed key, in the lock
judgments, brought by forced smiles.
lovers turned to warders
terms we handed down.
Incarceration freely signed,
lice that leave their love-bites.
Cold dinners scraped off metal plates.
The big house ! its ties
walk away or turn around.
A fakir rest on a bed of nails.
The point where freedom beckons each,
shackles rust that screech
Chains that weigh with deep reproach
and time to brood.
Plan the same mistakes again,
trapped on the Ferris Wheel.
Its rings encircle,
do the time and not appeal

Honoria
Honoria
Dangerous Mind
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17/30

Fast Cars Faster Women

Having no interest in either
I wonder why I should care

Perhaps because Iím neither
Claiming no interest yet wanting your attention

Seems a hopeless case this-
Wanting you, watching you
Never garnering your notice

Romantically, at any rate

Would I be this type
Does it merit youíd find me
Nearly as alluring as the rest
Of the mares in your stable

An outcome never to be known
Now as sure as the winds shift
So did my outlook for you

An infantile heart
Yields a childish result
That answer being crystal clear

The insatiable need requires
A bottomless feed trough
Ignoring this puts heavy strains everywhere

Carry on
From the spectator side lines
Itís with pleasure Iíll watch you crash and burn


(83 unique words)

Thetravelingfairy
Thetravelingfairy
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17/30

Ode to Aoife

Baby girl, of silky fur
And a fox tail like no other
You make Monday mornings worthwhile
Curled up on my bed
Soothing me to sleep in gentle purr
Nudging if I doze
So I may turn on your laser pointer
Aoife, thank you for trusting me
When I found your feral body
Timidly shaking
Scared and violent
This bond of ours is incomparable
Baby girl, youíve rescued me too.

Viddax
Viddax
Lord Viddax
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#17. April 17th.

Realms of Middle-Earth


Elven Halls with finely crafted rafters
Dwarven Mines filled with industry and sturdy portals
Hobbit-holes, quaint in their pursuit of comfort
Cities of Man that sprawl out in stone and timber
Wizard's Towers rising with power into the sky
Forests of the Ents, preserved and cared for.

The accursed lands of Mordor, full of ash and hate
and Fallen realms in thrall to the Dark Lord.

And furthest to the West,
the seas to Valinor.

(Unique words: 55.)

wallyroo92
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17/30

Red Alert

I should have listened to their advice
I should have heeded to all the warnings
But all the should haves are useless now
And could have avoided all the mournings

Then again when a young and restless heart
Desires and needs for a great escapade
Nothing can stop it no matter how smart
Until it realizes there are dues to be paid

But thatís the price we all have to pay
Lifeís bumps and bruises have a cost
We learn little by little day to day
Even in those times when we feel lost

Now here I am remembering years passed
Reading pages from my old red book
Captured in verse like a blast from the past
Along with every emotion it took

I should have listened to their advice
But whatís a young man in love to do
Lifeís bumps and bruises have a price
When a restless heart goes to pursue

153 Words
92 Unique

Sex_on_the_Joe
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
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17/30

Second Wind

Iím sweating letters from my pores
Must keep up my pace in these Napo wars
Iíve been through hunger strikes and sores
To brain freezes both in and outdoors
I put meals on wheels on speed dial
My wifeís cooking deserves a trial
Mars and Venus are out of alignment
I can barely continue this assignment
Someone, please force me to stop
Or at least take the reigns and make it a co-op
I canít feel my fingers anymore
This verbiage stew is hard to ignore
My stomach growls
This persistence howls
My light billís growing
My laptopís all-knowing
My brain is shrinking
From all this overthinking
All this writing
All this typing
From within
Second wind

Fiftysevenhours
Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
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17 of 30

Saturday

Today didn't go entirely as first thought,
But brought,
Something emerging,
From all that's been wrought.
Another hidden gem,
Beging with pleasant surprise,
And continued,
Upon those wandering tracks.
Their entertaining and curious thoughts,
The reflections and pondering,
Alongside an answer to a calling,
Of the more ancestral,
And arcane,
Even the instinctual
And the natural,
Bringing a good chicane,
To the trial,
Of yet another Saturday

DaisyGrace
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17/30

The Dogwoods are Dying

The dogwoods are dying.
I see them missing from hillsides
once white and green and purple.
Now, bare branches stick out
awkward amongst the redbuds
and the pale new green of the pawpaws
and red maples and the coffeetrees.

Science tells me itís a disease:
dogwood anthracnose
starts in the leaves, moves to twigs,
then downward causing cankers
until the tree canít be saved.

But Papaw noticed the first dead one
the day after my Granny died.

Those pristine blooms are as much a part of
my childhood as breaking beans, planting
potatoes, and climbing trees. They watched
as I traveled the woods between my house
and Grannyís to make sure my little girl
heart was safe from whatever worry
burdened me that day. They whispered back
as I planted secrets under their branches: a box
of old coins, a candy bar I stole from the grocery store,
love letters never sent.

They are magic I look for every spring
as winter loosens her icy grip.

Magic.

Granny told us
fairies made their homes in
the blooms and branches to hover
over her babies as we
traipsed into the woods on our own.
And how theyíd tell her if we did something
forbidden. Like carving our initials into tree trunks
or damming the creek too much
or wading into the water in mid-April instead
of waiting for May.
(She always knew. You canít convince me she
didnít have spies in these woods.)

Their magic is less now,
fewer trees whisper every year.
Soon there wonít be enough fairies
to make sure my babies make it
from our house to their Grannyís and Iíll
have to rely on something else.

And I donít know if I can stand it.




Eerie
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17/30

Self-Abnegation  

After we met, I silently began packing
myself away. It was evident from the start:
there would be no usó only you.  

A suitcase already stuffed near bursting
with your vanity, made room for me impossible.

Desperate attempts at containing
what never mattered, caused so much
to snag and unravel.

brokentitanium
brokentitanium
k.
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Canada
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#17

Nova Scotia strong

Thereís a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as Iím sitting here, apart.

Itís not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.

Tomorrow weíll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didnít really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.

Weíve held each other through so much -
thereís nothing we canít weather.
What makes us ďNova Scotia strongĒ
is tears and songs Ė together.

cabcool
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Jamaica
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(17 of 30óOfficial DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2021)

sonnets among my scribbles

divorce
sonnet #17

would you rescind the covenant you've made
with that once better half you pledged your life?
because abundant pleasure finds brief strife,
must you allow your flame of love to fade?
is not the rose sequestered by sharp thorns
that modify her liberties to dance?
and does Sweet Rose die when, by sudden chance,
a dark raincloud her habitat adorns?
a circle marred and broken by discord
cannot encircle love in its ellipse;
when dusk obscures love's face, a full eclipse
may yet be stayed by consummate accord.

faith is not shallow, trite, or trivial,
whose covenant remains convivial
.

© Copyright 2021 April 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫

UWC = 80

marina2020
marina2020
Rain Woman
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17/30
What If?

What if?
Thatís what I always ask myself
What if something happens
What if something goes wrong
What if I have no control
What if I canít stop this
What if I get that call
What if I canít reach anyone
What if no one tells me whatís going on
What if he never leaves that hospital
What if Iím not home in time
What if I never get to build things with him again
What if I never get to listen to his music with him again
What if I never hear his voice again
What if I never see his smile again
What if I never see him again

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