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Burnt

Why can't we look
Deep inside ourselves?
While my sole existence
Is a fountain of amber
In the breadth of your
Burning waltz with each other
You fan his putrefaction
By throwing a dry stick
And the victim of the immolation
Is my scarce flame
And he fans his own fire
With the coals of my dying
To meet a fire break
With you

While the sly tongue
Of fire I held is
A picador hurtling
For its own death
Because I shall not

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poem by Norman Santos
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Nocturnal Transgressions

Nocturnal Transgressions
By: Adam M. Snow

My nocturnal transgressions upon the hour;
I seek the truth, my lips are sour.
I humble again, what is becoming,
A nightly whimper my flesh succumbing.
Silence becomes the voice of reason;
Agony follows upon my seasons.
My feelings of bliss, I do not feel,
My time alone, these scars don't heal.
I scourge all things from now to yore,
To lose myself even more.
I robbed myself of dignity;
I succumb malignity.
I quiver with fear,
As dawn draws near;
I humble again what is becoming,
A nightly whimper, my flesh succumbing.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Subtle Temptation

The song of adventure.

Can you hear it summoning?
Listen closely my friend.
It croons in a whisper,
deceptively soft, luring.

It will appeal to your senses.
Salt, o’ the ocean air.
Freshness, ‘top a mountain’s peak.
The distant horizon’s beckon.

Hark, and be warned!
For lover’s hearts, it breaks.
Its hunger insatiable, irresistible.
Never giving, always taking.

Should your will be fragile,
close tight your ears.
Lest you fall prey,

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poem by Kurt Hearth
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Confined living

Words carefully said
Boundaries slowly laid
Passions made dead
Friendships made instead

We could sleep under stars
In a country full of scars
That you dream of
Like a lover after divorce

We could lose ourselves in the moment
Let go of this foolish lent
Succumb to desire
Turn ashes into fire

We could forget the work
Forget the boredom and the sulk
Pour it all down the drain
Go dance in the rain

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poem by Mariam de Haan
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Autumnal Sunday

Autumnal Sunday

Rain, it is October the month of melancholy
and you know that the blue sky and sun of
yesterday was just another foolish illusion
the cock didn’t crow this morning and dogs
ears didn’t move when a stranger’s voice
echoed in narrow streets, they knew it was
the voice of doom;

the harvester had arrived in coming month
the old would succumb to the damp breath
of death; not too many tears shed, faces in
a black frame, yes, that’s the way it is we
understand death if not our own. Dogs need
not be told, they snooze sure they are own
their own immortality

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Heal Thyself

Allopathic medicine is man made,
Useful for physical trauma and infection,
Mostly Voodoo medicine, inexact and flawed.
Demigod doctors pander chemical pharmaceuticals,
Offering side effects worse than what’s treated.

“Hippocratic Oath”...traded for dollars

Time has arrived for all to know;
All healing is God-Given…
This does not mean we’re powerless,
By directing prana/chi with prayerful/loving intention,
All malady must succumb to God’s-Will,
For our natural state of being is perfect health,
To know this you have but to see a newborn baby

Heal Thyself!

poem by Ray Lucero
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Rose-scented.....

when you sleep with a
broken heart
the eyes that ache
with lost sleep
and the hands that
fail you

you drown in sorrow
but in a certain miracle
you do not succumb
to death's
final offer

you rise from a whirlpool
of grief
nauseous

as usual a broken heart
like a salamander
mends itself

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dead Have Awoken

This house madly speaks to the throat of wrong,
Hastening its grasp on the young, a felony has hatched.
This house runs deep to swallow for the pen
To write a fortune of darkness, of sheer desire.
Then the miserable doors creak open, creak loudly,
For the small are penetrating, these mice squeak like soldiers.
The rats have risen from the dead, the dead are just not only Undead
But steep as a mountain, in many garments.
The Undead have occurred today and not tomorrow,
For I have cleared the way for the strong and brave,
I succumb to the realities of the unseen
As the sun has fallen into my lap.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Morning After

The morning after knocked my door
To say, ‘your father is no more’
It’s just like any other day
Except he won’t say, ‘Son, hey’!
I know he can’t be gone far
To become a speck, a faraway star
I don’t need a voyage on land and sea
But he’s there, very much within me!
Now with him no external ride
I won’t see him standing beside
No sounds, no words I can hear from him
From now on I would have him only in my dream!
Deathless he would come back and so he would remain
Ensuring my soul doesn’t succumb to pain
The cycle goes on, go on it must
From me to the next, when I become dust!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Sun and Sea

A golden jewel sits on a bed
Of cumulus cottony clouds
In the baby blue horizon
Aqua blue waves gently flow
and caress our sail boat
As we delightfully sail
Into the sunny mediterranean

Sparkling like diamonds the sea
Is a lover inviting us to come in
Playing with us and we happily
Succumb to her charms
Into the dazzling warm water
I go with him- the guy who has lived
In my dreams for so long

To see tropical fishes
Wearing beautiful bright
Yellows pinks reds and blues
The ones which dress to impress

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poem by Rachel Nichols
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