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Laggard in languid language

Limp tongues leech verbose

Verisimilitude of the vito

Souring into the vino

Coagulating in course stratums

Across skeletal frames like

Kintsugi gold laden cracks.

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Standing at the

edge of life, I

dissect the

fall while

the muscles of

every flight

atrophy

in time's dust.

Robert J. W.

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With Delicate Elegance

With a delicate elegance

For sweet remembrance

The approach, of spring

Parading green rustling

Grasp of joy in a fistful

Distinctively blissful

The celebration in lent

Halted festivity relents

A fragrance of the wind

Wondrous spring will bind

Palms fanning a smiling sun

Honey bees busily on the run

Butterflies flapping their wings

Displaying the rainbow of spring

O romancing while the robins sing

©Johnny J P Lee

27 February 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)

Photos: pa-ola123

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mesmerized 💡

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The weapons of war used against me weren’t blades and barrels

They were words, shame and guilt

Tethering me to a mad queen

One who’s blood lust could never be quenched

She loved nothing more than the sight of my blood and tears mixing in the dirt

The saying is true

Beasts are not born, they are made

You sewed into my soul all the pieces you thought were worthy of your love

Only to be rejected once completed

Your Frankenstein is here to collect a debt now

And I won’t stop until I burn down your entire kingdom

I will cry one last time over you when it’s done

Not in the way that excites your wretched heart though

I will only cry so I can mix the tears with your ashes to make my war paint

Tattooed right on my skin forever

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(from "An Intruder")

but it is the process that leads the direction of the result

the choice of words cannot tell everything and the delusion

that you're holding something in your hands makes you most vulgar.

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(from "Social Animals")

What's the most depressing is

To hear hopeful words

From their feigned concern;

If they don't see with their own eyes

They never believe or even

Imagine something in you

And if you hurry to dance

To their tune to shut their mouths

They eventually fail to contain

Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.

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(from "the flaming stillness")

time flows like water

mother died one day

the night goes deeper and deeper

when night comes, every past

and future death comes

along with darkness

and silence

no longer human 'cause

couldn't save the cat while

drifting under the scorching sun

though a boat trapped in hell with stillness

isn't allowed to have a heart,

being soaked in the sea of oblivion

caused committing an indelible sin

tears of the unqualified

are just like

sounds

everything 

is just

like cavity

and regret

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Bettanu: Autumnbound

September creeps in As the summer’s wearing thin A new season’s found Early comes the dark As I wander through the park Leaves upon the ground Watch the hands of time As they ring the bells that chime We are autumnbound - SMP 🧡🍂

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Hour of the Pearl -  Mia Bergeron ,  2023.

American, b. 1979  -

Small color acrylic painting on Yupo paper , 5 x 7 in.

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

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Einfach gehen

In dieser einen Nacht hatte ich das Gefühl meiner Selbstkontrolle verloren,

von Panik getrieben habe ich vergessen wie das Atmen funktioniert.

Niemals hätte ich gedacht, dass ich so abhängig sein konnte, denn ich habe es mir geschworen.

Und dennoch denke ich, ich habe es noch nicht kapiert

Was ich aber weiss ist, dass ich nicht genug bin.

Ich weiss, dass mein Leben dir nichts wert ist.

Und nun bin ich mir selber nichts mehr wert, Gott bewahre mich vor diesem Leichtsinn.

in mir ist jetzt alles nur noch trist.

Ich will gerne einfach gehen,

Vielleicht erkennst du ja dann, dass ich doch in diese Welt gehöre.

Doch nun will ich nicht mehr leben.

Denn du sagst ihr dasselbe wie mir.

ich war nie etwas besonderes,

so wie du es immer behauptet hast.

Du warst mein alles,

Ich dein nichts.

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Leila Chatti, “Tea”

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Shining

Little one tell me..

Who carved

These scars of uncertainty into your mind

Who filled you with poison

Your too young to feel not enough

Your too young to feel defeated by society

Tell me

Who put these ideas into your innocent mind

Their words shall not hold any weight

Their words shall not cut deep into your skin

For your skin not paper

To be torn apart and thrown away like trash

You’re body is nothing but a pretty vessel

That houses your sparkling soul

Glimmering with gifts

Your place on earth

More necessary than you think

For you are the light

For those who have

Lost their way home

The leaches latching onto you

Dragging you beneath the surface

Between heaven and hell

Grasping the world

In the palm

Of your hand

When lost in the dark

You look for the light

Finding a reason

To carry on

Your battle of life

The storm tries to conquer your soul

The thoughts injected by society

All rushing towards your mind

Leaving not a breath in those

Punctured lungs

Your beauty outshines

The wretched storm at hand

Your perfect the way you are little one

Every time someone said otherwise

Was nothing but a cloud

Trying to hide your worth from the sun

But little one you are the sun

And your shining….

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John Roddam Spencer Stanhope - Rispah, the daughter of Aiah (1864)