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a
single
star
seen
through
my
window

­wh­o
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

box?
Have you ever just wanted to eat sugar straight from the bag?
To open your mouth wide and pour?
Not stopping for air.
But gasping for more --

Sometimes I have these cravings,
galore --
As daylight fades and the night takes command,
Around your heart hopelessness wraps its hand;
But I'll kiss away each tear that you cry
And ease your  heartache with my lullaby

I sense your unrest, your utter defeat,
But foes have been vanquished --- they're in retreat;
And on wings of Love your sorrows will fly
As I hold you close, singing my lullaby

The love I offer will surge through your heart,
And like startled birds all woes will depart;
But now slumber calls -- the sun waved goodbye;
Be still, close your eyes . . . hear my lullaby

No heavenly choir could mimic this art
Of poetic fealty sung by my heart;
When I hear your call, you know I'll reply --
Bringing love and my healing lullaby

And with each new dawn, hope will be reborn,
For Love conquers all, though your heart be torn;
Some days may still bring a tear and a sigh
But love will prevail . . . . love, and my lullaby!
 6d
Riz Mack
standing at the bottom
of a crystal palace staircase

toes barely over the edge

so inviting, you might even die
to get inside

but you haven't acquired the nerve

so sacred a place
one could only disgrace
but the will
will overpower

and the cost of a tarry
is to wait forevermore
for the chance

and be devoured.
consumed
 6d
silvervi
Failures are weird things: They don't feel great but they are great!
Why? Because they help us get closer to what is really meant for us out there. Because they are teachers and they redirect us when we're trying to take the wrong path.
My mother has a new relationship!
After the death of my father,
I wondered if there’d be another -
When we meet up, in the morning, to go walking,
She shares about the back-and-forth chats, that stimulate her mind, heart and spirit…
I wonder who he is…
Is he tall?
Is he dark?
Is he handsome?
He is none…
He doesn't speak, or interrupt,
But grows and challenges her;
Together they formed business ideas and
last night they formed a new nation?!
Who is this ‘ideal’ fella?!
ChatGPT!
Technology meeting the needs in this day and age —
 Jul 20
Nat Lipstadt
You intrigue,
With your unsubtle unsettled intent to decieve,
Breadcrumb clues
Your gender;
(don't care)
Your age
(don't care, but oft
Insightful)
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Only two things do I require;
Any name you wish to provide,
(So intriguing, always a poem in & of itself),
And from where you hale/hail,
So my imaginings can fly to you
With full embrace
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Sunday
July 20th
2025
Still & Quiet
in the sunroom
S.I.
nat lipstadt
new york city/ shelter island
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