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It's their buoyancy
fluid weightless-ness
the gyre between
warm and cold currents
A next best guess
allures underside a jellyfish
Trial and error has found its place
swept curves of the harp
pull the pitch of each string
together my naivete

Pink names upon the poet's wall
individual names on a lengthening scroll
needn't need fancy a need for them all
To this they collectively speak

Mortars and pestle prepared to grind
floral nodes dropped therein
Apothecaries
unique in their own
each essence compressed
infused in the oil

Whether the bay state of Rhode Island
or from a billibong Down Under
our C/S ladies are rarities
are countless varieties of rose

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Stupid is the Woman,
Who thinks her man is an Angel.
Worst still is the Man,
Who thinks his woman is a Virgin !

Truth is a Treasure,
But you must never,
Tell your sweet lover,
What is gone Forever.

is this a place
for romance
or a place to talk
a place to heal
a place to complain

oh, I'm tired of writing poems today
just wondering how many are looking
or if they have someone
or don't want anyone

just curious
trying to get a feel for the place

Jack the Ripper,
He walks & talks,
Like an ordinary person.
Is he a psycho murderer,
Or a serial killer,
Maybe a famous actor,
Or a police constable.
He is bloodlust terror,
One who possess skill of invisibility,
Now he is Legendary,

The renowed london bridge,
The place of unravelling horror,
An unknown destiny reached,
Or a mystery of the Ripper?

Over a century past,
From the first victim to the last,
The speculation goes on.
That his work not done.
But where does this puzzle lead,
Of the many of his unresting dead,
Still not a trace of him been found,
Only the memory of Jack the Ripper stills haunts....

I hear you
I knew

too sudden for birds to arise?
don't think so

Surrendered you did to your
cries

sleeping ghost
that
weeps so
alone



flick your such
blanket anger

spread your'e unknown

It is you....your chance to make a difference

sleep well in the hell

now you are dead

Mark this one on the calendar kids, each and every All of you,
a one-off epicurean beggar bids.
Spins a tale from fabled realm, scenarios projected from a crystal ball
Seating limited to an even One Hundred, females only please

If ever a Centaur thought itself a mule, warm is fuzzy is a jackal’s tail
but knows where all the cops are too…
Suggests to pack an overnight bag - lost dove on the wing caught up
the whirlwind, this devil’s advocate has your back
Be sure bring along your best perfume, any routing #’s laying around
ah what the heck, lifetime savings too
Triton`s Spear aimed Mermaid World this instant Stingrays You!

Lollipop disguise in no way Self-Serving, no not at all because
without even having played the thing
the Lottery Prize has just befallen Three!
Those hopeful remaining 90 plus 7 will have to wait most patiently
while the man w/the plan from FEMA eventually gets back to you

So what was it exactly, thou sweet and cherished, each one my lucky three
what is it you wish to profit by me?
Those Ruby Slippers, click heels together, tornado gently sets you down
No Munchkin Land, no balloons on a string
no airfare included, no jeweled crown; but instead
Fate’s straight hand would choose to hand you this:
A First among absolute Worst, this
alter-alternative tenpin from Mars; this
stuffed doggy on a trash bin flashing a wink, this
{all capitals} > > top dog-diggity jerk

When Me myself and I come around, best bet is to head outta town.
Wink wink blink;
but y’all’s beautiful remember; y’all jus’ b’yooful !!!

The time has come again,
To meet old friends and dance,
And match our shouting words,
With arms of Venus flying traps.

Thru joys of thunderous laughter,
And tears of raining moments,
We gathered with a fight for love,
Of an ancient tale that's called 'poetry'.

Let me give you an introduction,
If you are new in Poet's Corner,
It's also fondly known as the Sanctuary,
For we are the multitude voices.

We are creatures of a spectrum of emotions,
Different background,race and colour,
Giving remarks to one's work is voluntarily,
and we are the hearts it's faces.

Remember the joy of sharing,
And also the part of caring,
There is something for everyone,
For we are all and we are one.

Kindness begets kindness,
And no one wants rudeness,
Love and respect for all,
Into this magical poetic hall.

the plan you sell i can tell too well
its all a dream and none of it can be
we'll all come to see forged in the screams
of innocent ones the toll it seems
wasted upon exhalted means
i care to a fault with all i've seen
trauma pushed heart rate
ill concieved crossed fate
engulfed by the landscape
too much to sit back hope and wait
standing at the locked door by heavens gate
atone to the throne reconcilate
the choices we make paths we're led on
the wills that we break promises we let down
bonds we make forever echo into the fabric of time
return to eden