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Premium Member I wish I had


Just nodded yes, when my ego had said no
Lost all consuming forces, simply let go
Met you halfway, instead of skirting the square 
Perhaps sat down, when you brought over a chair

Found quantum entanglement, not just sheeple 
Its herding force, far away from the steeple
Magnetism in both poles, pulling from all sides
Positive and negative, filling vast voids

Overcome the burden, in self surrender 
Let empathy conjoin, and love engender
Gone outside my comfort zone, where truth persists 
Quelled year old hate, encouraged alternate bliss 

Lived together, stop digging at empty space 
Found peace together, ending human disgrace 
Believed together, without losing mere face 
Came together, with all consuming embrace 

But then again, (I wish I had) lots of things 
Not just a pair of arms, but fully fledged wings 
I’d fly ‘cross Nepal, meet and kill the Buddha 
His words incanting, Shoulda Coulda Woulda!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Tree In My Heart

I've ne'er beheld such a magnificent tree.
Only you were a ration of my life spree.

Your shadow splatters my scorching flesh.
Striving to restrain agony out of my thresh.

A tree that can bear both heat and downpour.
Hence, you ditched my futile and deceitful spore.

You typically offer me advice right away.
When I'm lost, you indicate for me the way.

Your plush pale coat screens me from worry.
Infers that it is plausible to opine fearlessly.

A capable tree of seeing remorse.
Beings pull vitality in the water source.

I gathered this fruit from your anile stem.
My key insight became crucial mayhem.

Only a subtle tree receives my praise.
As yet, I was sustained by a reckless craze.

I've not imagined a fully-fledged tree before.
Crafted with zeal and artistry at its exposed core.



Written: October 18, 2021
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Alas Poor Chatterton

Torn are the pages of a callow poet’s scripts and poetry 
whose temperaments in intensity brews, obscurity he owns
this lad of seventeen summers, by deluges done in,
unfortunate understanding and  s
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                                                      c   c   o  r   beyond his reach

Could it be his fiery red hair complements his fiery despair?
Flames of passion forged and fashioned from fragments
of wholeness denied blamed
Treacherous wrath resilient with bounds
and a harsh fixation that poison can cure
A martyr of poetic unjust, starved wooing words   
spurned disdainfully by ruthless curs
O the valor oft times dons the mantle of resign, 
sobering, despairing leap away, away 
from the s c o r c h i n g   i n f e r n o
internal, and into the great expansive beyond

Alas, at Sir Wrens St Andrew’s, 
there lay the flesh of a premature eternal rest 
and then, to bones yet destined to become fully-fledged

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an arsenic end, 
steel grey runs through veins
conscious elements eminence 
Farewell to his anguished soul,
for his is a romantic eternal g’bye
fiery passions, temperate, b’fore him
an endless sorrowful slumber 

A forger’s legacy

Elinoure and Juga Rowley works
War irks, such irks
Scarlet drips his corpse
O beloved knight in shining armor,
sisters’ pleas _/\_ raven’s mimicry 
What war brings is not bright

“Virtue’s race
Is run in paths of pleasantness 
and peace
though narrow, yet sufficient for the few
who have this Pearl of Price
alone in view”
                —Thomas Chatterton
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Clown Politics

How am I doing

Well thanking you very much indeed

For being kind enough to ask

Because I am doing just fine

In fact I can't tell a lie i am actually
way far better than that bordering on
great 

Because my business is downright
booming at the minute

To the point I have had to stop taking
bookings as I am now fully booked
up till Christmas

And the reason why you may well ask
well is due and down to this

You see what I do for and earn my living
as my proffesion and business is 

I am a fully qualified certified card carrying
Clown

So much some of the very best in the
business which you may or may
not have heard of

Like for example Sideshow Bob and 
Ronald McDonald who actually based 
a lot of their own act and performance 
on material they stole off me

But they have all but since gone to
ground so now I am all but the last
standing remaining Clown

Due to the dwindling amount of work
after COVID -19 rules etiquette and
social distancing ensued

The best excuse money can buy
when all else other's used have failed 
thus far since the classic good old days
of my dog eat my homework 

And left them without means to
earn a steady income to support 
them in order to pay their bill's and
lifestyle they had become accustomed to

But hey at least this story has a happy
ending and they didn't want and go
without for very long

Because blessed with the particular
skillet they garnered and possessed

They simply just went joined signed
up and pledged allegiance to and
became a fully fledged member of the 
Clown Union 

Because as everyone full well knows
Clown's are the star's and reason why
people choose go to the Circus in the
1st place 

And politics if nothing else is in all
but name the greatest Circus on earth

Only difference being although littered 
with clown's these one's have or feel
no need 

To slap and adorn their face in
makeup or wear a funny customized
suit

Because they are and their act and
material on which it is based upon is 
in itself funnier than hell

But whereas Circus clown's wear big
shoe's for comical affect 

These here clown's wear big boot's
in order so they can fill them up to
brim of their stetson hat

After the pockets of their shinny designer
bespoken suits look like they have
$100 handkerchief hanging out all
of them

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