And if you have nothing to say
Except what is strictly necessary
What are the points that you may
Be fed up with, so measurelessly
It could be the war you are taxed with
Or the regular fiddling with apps
Are you not a robot, they ask you
You probably are, under wraps
Or maybe it could be the weather
Repeatable orange alerts
A wind that’s too warm for the leather
But cold for the cotton t-shirts
And everything looks plainly evident
Spins like the merry-go-round
You know fairly well what’s been said
You don’t need to echo that sound
May speakers apply to the air
In tireless wondering why
A few withered leaves over there
Drop down the expected reply..
Currently it’s nothing better
Than this summer Sunday morning
I imagined your love letter
Sent you my reply - it’s coming
Passing time that never waits
Heading further to your part
Of the country, landing straight
To the mailbox of your heart
You may open my reply
Or leave it unread and lost
In the depth of this July
Soon erased by winter frost..
The glasses are empty the wine has been drunk
A table left untidied, with plates undone
The young shoots are patterning the apple trunk
Life appears for the favour of young
The old branches cut and piled on the ground
The old shades now vanished away
The TV controls wait somewhere to be found
Time stands still as if on delay
I hear your voice, feel it shifts through the air
The breeze of this morning flies by
You say I can’t see you here, are you upstairs?
I probably am, I reply…
Place PoemTitle Poet
Contest Winner Medal 1 My Heart's Need - Paz Andrea Dietrich
Contest Winner Medal 1 No One's There - Paz Craig Cornish
Contest Winner Medal 1 Loss of Self - Paz Constance La France
Contest Winner Medal 1 Breath of the Path-Paz Sotto Poet
Contest Winner Medal 2 Field of Brambles-Paz Frederic Parker
Contest Winner Medal 2 Sweetly lost together - Paz Harriet Coppard
Contest Winner Medal 2 You Stand Alone - Paz Sandra Haight
Contest Winner Medal 3 The Isolated Lonely --Paz Sara Kendrick
Contest Winner Medal 3 Into Quiet Becoming - Paz Victoria D.
Contest Winner Medal 3 Saudade in Trees-Paz John Anderson
4 Hide and Seek-Paz Kim Rodrigues
4 I AM ELSEWHERE - Paz sara Etgen-Baker
4 Lap Of Nature - Paz Zohra Jabeen
5 Stripped Utterly Alone --Paz Eve Roper
5 When Time Tripped - PAZ CayCay Godwin
Nothing stirs
Cut off from the work I knew
Which way
Shall I set out to rescue myself?
Peace
Frantic man, be at peace
Peace
Anxious soul, be at rest.
I am
A soul reunited with its body
I remember
Exactly where I went.
Dear poet, with a deep sense of humility,
I dare reply to your memorable verse,
“Where Without Whom,” a jewel of the mind.
Perhaps, your noble steps did stroll astray,
Treading the forest, where no breath of kin resides,
Chasing your soul, where no shine of sun sheens,
Where the breeze don`t whisper on leaves a name,
Where the dead quietude has prompted you
To carve a gem that will glow across time
And blow with warm wondrous winds across space.
I wrote a short story
About the Chee Chee Mong
someone commented on it
I want to rely on the comment
So i tried several times
Each time I tried -
Nothing happened
So I tried again
I ended with the
same results
I went to search for my problem
i saw a lot of articles of my short story
I did not see my short story.
i do not know how to reach my shrt story
So I thought i would ask a poet
i pressed my poems to press a poet to ask
i pressed edit and now iI ae trouble with that.
Now I am very upset.
Compassion, thy blessings.
Within all three take root.
No use second-guessings.
Just give the end a toot.
Bitterness, thy blizzard.
Blight, blanket all you see.
Bane, gibbous thy gizzard.
Belladonna, be.
Blistering sun ray, fire it up!
Make it happen fast!
Goddess, covenant and cup!
Please be meant to last!
Yellow rose, thy desert storm.
Lightning, crash and burn.
Volcano, lava in form.
Tamarisk, taciturn.
Reincarnation, station.
Seance, ensconced. Trounced.
Lost souls red dead, creation.
How the ball has bounced.
Tale, never end. Fickle, friend?
They cannot defend.
Broken are those which ne'er bend?
To the devil send.
Ankle broken, mend? Quite slow.
Maybe not at all.
Guard of treasure, way to go?
Brother, I may call.
Hawk, thy eye. Run real reply.
Reconcile, rely.
Doubt, thy torment. Constant cry.
Wave, O tops of rye...
The tears I still shed over him
Are blocking my sunrise view
A f*cking monster of emotions
I must process to get through
A soul I once respected
Suddenly becomes one I fear
Missing someone is just love
With nowhere else to appear
Perhaps the love was real
But the shame was louder
Fear doesn’t hold responsibility
For emotions to ponder
Yet my hope doesn’t disappear
Simply because I tell it to
The weight of this accountability
Is not mine since I quietly grew
God damn it. He has turned me
Into a f*cking avoidant
I stopped trusting how I feel
and empathy becomes intermittent
All of these conversations
I will never have
There is nothing left to say
Will reply asap...
A rose bunch heavy in my hand,
A card sent, did not reach the land,
My darling could not understand;
I pray for my star,
Stuck against the wall
I dare make a call,
No reply at all,
And yet here we are!
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If you are in Dire and Dare 5 Reply
Bell toils
Nine coins is the cost
When the deed is done.
Marcus take away.
All of a sudden black soil like fell in my lap. I got a shock what’s this. I will take it when you pay. After the deed is done. Marcus went away. I was left wondering what it was. Then in the morning I saw a large bell toil. Marcus came and picked up coins and walked away. The black soil turned to gold coins. I had paid.
He also said: if you don’t pay it will build on your grave. I felt uneasy but ok. I have to do things properly he showed me someone covered in it. Who didn’t pay.
The world is full of beauties, but not for me.
Bluebirds sing a song right in front of my cold tea.
And here I am, lying in the corner, watching—
“Catch the butterfly.” Oh, I guess spring is soon arriving.
The trophies on the shelf are losing their shine.
All the fields that took my sweat will be a gift too fine.
In this room, far away in the corner—why do you still come,
Every day at nine o’clock, to change the flowers and sit by the window to tell some
Window, no
Know inside, no space
Rent of time
Bring darkness by the mourning
What have I forgotten here
If I can’t see you
And it’s obviously clear
You can’t help me to
How on earth were we to meet?
I shall never know
In your navy blue outfit
Once you told me so
Sorry for the late reply
Now it seems I can
Understand the reason why
But you’ve gone again
And it means I have to wait
For another life
I no longer hesitate
That we’ll come alive.
Stand still, I say, listen very carefully,
We made shadows, when we walking in morn,
Back shadows donot saw,they hide already,
The love you say innocent,that is mourn.
Hide mistakes behind me you say love
While noon only does hot with high warm of flame
How it is noble stage when not comforts nerve?
If we donot do any mistake, love blame.
Humans do mistakes,so they humans,
We cannot know love's loyalty without fault,
Mistakes make relation sometimes
How mistakes in relation assault?
Noble is last stage no love,no day decay,
Night as death,makes Immortal, I say.
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