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Pink Sequined Angel Hat | Angel Edwards

April 28, 2023 - Leave a Comment

I will always think that
You lifted my hat
Pink sequined hat
my name on it sat
It is a fact

I cannot prove that
You stole my hat

You were too quick
to notice it gone
I will always think
that it was a con
when you said
where is your hat
you knew exactly
where it was
in fact hidden
in your pocket
to be exact

I will always believe
You are a thief
Your stole my dear hat
my pink sequinned hat
cannot prove that
instinct smells a rat

I will always think that
You ripped off my hat
Give it back

More at http://www.angeledwards.net/.

If You Were Here | Walid Abdallah

April 26, 2023 - Leave a Comment

If you were here, life would smile
The desert would taste the Nile

Birds would never stop singing
The sun would never stop burning

Trees would blossom in the fall
Leaves would grow but never fall

My heartbeats would call your name
Each beat would never be the same

I would look at you and never blink
Into your deep heart I would sink

I would feel the warmth of your breath
Butterflies would never know death

Stars would happily dance in the sky
Mountain dew would never dry

The sun would never set
Trees would never be wet

Snow would never melt
Sorrow would never be felt

Joy would always dominate
The moon would never be late

The desert would be green
Sand would never be seen

Flowers would no longer wither
Day and night would be seen together

Storms would stop blowing
Rivers would never stop flowing

If you were here, in my arms so near
Life would stop orbiting only to hear

The heart that beats only for your sake
Promise me you will never break

More at https://hellopoetry.com/walid-abdallah/.

The Maid | Ann M. Bauer

April 20, 2023 - Leave a Comment

Neither a foul nor friendly smell, but odd,
Unfamiliar, both intriguing and heightening
her anxiety that perhaps this was something she created.
The rotting oranges in the bottom of the fruit basket,
the mildewed towels scattered on the floor?
The rusty pipes, or the neglected cat’s litter box,
The weight of accumulating waste,
its lingering odor seeping into the walls,
finally dusting on the seams of
her fine hairs under the chin,
in the delicate creases
of her knuckles disturbing
the core of cleanliness
she so earnestly strived for.

Faded with Time | Saarthak Haldar

April 18, 2023 - Leave a Comment

Seeing, as standing on my cherished place.
Thinking, as the time passed, everything changed.
Once, there was chirping of birds.
Once, there, butterflies fluttered.
As the breeze touched my skin, tranquillised my soul.
That feeling was best of all.
As the green leaves of a tree,
danced in that breeze.
There was, Carpet of green grass
With shining of morning dew, like shining of the stars.
Gazing constantly, the open blue sky,
was the best part of my life.

Only residing in my memory now, mesmerizing view of this dreamland.
But in reality, all lost into the forgotten sands.

No birds chirping anymore.
No butterflies fluttering anymore.
That breeze, can’t tranquillise me anymore.
Mesmerizing beauty, i can’t see anymore.

Now, standing in that place alone.
Everything is barren now, i see, everything has gone.

More at https://poetriesonreality.home.blog/.

Season’s Greetings | Stan Morrison

April 15, 2023 - Leave a Comment

Protocols of the Elders of Zion
Fabricated in Mother Russia
Anti-semitism sent worldwide
Jew bankers hoarding capital
And planning global domination

No Jews with money found
In New York’s Lower Eastside
Or in all the urban ghettos
Michael Gold set us straight
Poor folks plotting survival

Henry Ford et al signed up
A threat to Model T riches
International conferences
Protocols of scapegoating
Aimed at settling the score