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 May 1 Caits
Carlo C Gomez
When it comes
to the verdict

— no noose
is good noose
 Apr 25 Caits
F Elliot
(for the Woman, and the Cowards who Fear Her)

she was never too much—
only too alive
for those who mistook control
for strength
and silence for peace.

her becoming was not a performance.
it was a war—
and the ones who claimed to love her
dropped their weapons
only to place their hands
around her throat
in the name of order.

they called her chaotic,
but it was their cowardice
that feared the shape she would take
if left untouched
by their grip.

they chose the seductress,
the one who dances at the edge
of her own erasure—
pliant, priestess of their small gods,
goddess of their easy pleasure.

but the true woman is not
a priestess of men;

she is a temple unto herself.

and to know her,
to truly see her,
requires the man to suffer.

to suffer her beauty
without owning it.
to suffer her fire
without extinguishing it.
to suffer the rise of a soul
that will not yield
to his fear of being seen as less.

he must descend
into the fragmentation
that makes him reach for control—
and there,
only there,
may he begin to rise.

and she?

she is not waiting anymore.

she was always the fire.

and the fire needs nothing

but its own spark

to blaze.


 Apr 8 Caits
C Conner
Time shook
And the shadows hummed
An ancient cicada song
Their heavy red eyes aware
The open iron gate clanging
In the wind - off beat.
After you were gone
There was no wasted breath -
No echoes.
No footsteps searching
Just emptyness
Like a two gallon stone crock
Drained.
 Apr 8 Caits
Thomas W Case
Calico snakes crawl the
garden of our love.
You, in your gingham
dress and hair in braids,
bent over the radishes.

I, unshaven in my *****
Johnny Cash t-shirt.
Earth all over my
face.
I fell into your
firey ring, that's for
**** sure.

As soon as my guard comes
down, you and that drunken
pirate moon, and that mad
smiling snake burn
me every time.

I'm leaving the garden and
heading back to those
wild midnight alleys where I
know what's coming.
Nursery rhymes are just
metered horror stories.
And spring is the biggest
liar of them all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I

Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse Poems.  They are both available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com
 Apr 3 Caits
Nishu Mathur
The sea is still today
It's cerulean blue and gold
I think of the thoughts it carries
Within its hidden folds.
Its touch is soft and gentle
It soothes the ache of years
But I wonder how many waves
Are made from fallen tears.
Dear everyone,

This is such a surprise! Thank you all for your likes, loves and responses. I have not been very active on Hello Poetry, but will get back in action soon. So much appreciated. Thank you Hello Poetry for selecting this as a daily. Thank you so much my friends and fellow poets for taking the time to read this poem of mine. It means the world to me.  Love to everyone **
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