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I'm so inspired from others beautiful prose,
such awesome descriptions they have given
the words they pose
makes life worth living
brightens up even the darkest, dull day
the love in the words they are certainly giving!
please all keep writing is all I pray!
I love to sit out at night and watch the stars and the satellite
and wonder if there is another world out there,
A world like ours in a rich, rich green
where trees are are found and fill the ground
where birds are plentiful and sing so sweet
where flowers grow all year through
where there's equal amount of rain and shine
where the rain is warm and the world is free
where everyone and everything is happy
where there is peace and tranquillity
where there is love and care
where everyone looks after each other and everything
where everyone is able to sing
where there is kindness and love
and up above and all around
A land filled with that love is very very grand!
 Oct 2020 Noaki
Nat Lipstadt
<for my friends>

you may
write  me
as needed,

you may
wright me
as oft as you desire,

we may
right each other
as often
as
often
needs definition

! and know that I define

often

in milliseconds!
<>



p.s. ink and paper surrender to time, fire and water

these tiny bytes will likely live forever often somewhere.
 Oct 2020 Noaki
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 Oct 2020 Noaki
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i was too young to care
i'm old enough now to never forget
i miss you
 Oct 2020 Noaki
Natasha Monica
on wet wood

Black ants and poisonous snakes-
Creeped out and slithered around-
The rotten wood full of ugly desire-
As I ignite the fire.

on Shakespeare

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Summer of terror and discontent;
The funeral of Shakespeare’s sonnet-
As I weep in tragic.

on pouring rain

Sunday is in silent agony;
Lights out, curtains down;
Angry sky cries in vain-
As I mute the rain.

on bittersweet coffee

One, two and more of grandé
Iced-cold caffeine in my blue vein;
Hands are still, the world’s unstirred-
As I sip the last drop of despair.
This is the third part of my poem. Read "The Prologue" first, followed by "The Encounter".
 Oct 2020 Noaki
Natasha Monica
Lay your hands on my cold and fragile bottle;
hold the cork and twist me-
gently--
slowly--
don’t stop until you hear me pop;
set my spirit free and I go astray-
into your soul so weary;
close your eyes, smell the earth in me-
herbs, tobaccos, vanillas, trees-
savor the aroma of heavens;
now pour me down in the empty glass-
of love and affection;
touch me with your lonely tongue;
indulge my warmth-
wrapping your delicate heart;
little sips-
after
little sips;
until-
you lose control.
 Oct 2020 Noaki
Maddy
Moving forward
 Oct 2020 Noaki
Maddy
If the answers you sought are not here
If you want a quick fix, not here
Find a moment every single day to smile and laugh
It isn't easy and sometimes the tears come first
They also drown the laughter
The hatred and noise is deafening and hard to believe
We have known it all too long but blind to what is has done
What it continues to do makes rainy days nastier and colder
Sunny days are a little dimmer than one would like
Moving forward
That is all we can do temporarily
Hug your loved ones tighter and longer

C@rainbowchaser2020
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