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 Jan 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma
And someday
You’ll know
That you never knew

And someday
You will do
That you never did

And someday
You will say
That you never said before

And someday you have
To let it all go
That you always held close

And someday
You have to leave for forever
But today, you live, as you should

And someday
Someone will believe
As you did
And someday
Bad gateway
Will vanish
As it should
 Jan 2022
Thomas W Case
That bubble of a moon is 
playing peek-a-boo behind
the wispy night sky.
Confirming to me
everyone's lunacy.
Words stick to the
roof of my mouth
like peanut butter.
It could have been 
a better world,
I should have been a
better man.

January snowflakes
are like guilt falling from
the sky.
little frozen starfish...
cold and raw on 
the soul, and tongue.

  

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Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read this poem and others.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjeCroHYQx
I dance the dance of long forgotten flowers
Field of white marigolds
The beautiful sight makes me happy, makes me want to sing and glow.
I am the mary of my garden, sweet mary gold.
I will swirl in the the dance of lovers  up to heaven
Up in golden dress I’ll go.
To a place where all the light is
Where my lovers love will grow.
Flowers gate to lovers heaven
I am mary,
all the way I dissolve and go.
Leave golden sparkles behind me on my field of marigolds.

Shell✨🐚
 Jan 2022
My Dear Poet
Don’t cry tears
cry seeds for roses
who found no place in Eden

Don’t grow guns
Fight for the flowers
that bloom in shadows hour
waiting for the sun

Like crawling moss
inside cellars
where wine is stored
from twisted vine
Guard your heart
and mind

Or ivy in attics
where memories are hoard
away from eyes and light
Guard your sight

Tears fall like pellets
scattered shells of bullets
buried in dirt, like seeds
that shoot up into hurt

But if you’re wounded
by life
plant a garden
in every light of your love
Keep your head up high
wait for the sky
to shower you from above
 Jan 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma
Snow sprinkled branch
Brown bird perched on

Pecks on frozen fruits
Red and ripe, preserved

Feathers fluffed
Keeps warm in winters

On the leaf litter it sleeps
Where the snow is not as deep
A little imagination and a photograph
 Jan 2022
Carlo C Gomez
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Pieces of this and that

From remember when

It used to be a flowershop

She used to smell of roses

Panting church candles

Now and again

From the quiet corner of absolution

Eyes closed to the dusk of sensualité

In search of lost time

"yearning for a song of reply"

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Closing line borrowed from Melanii's poem "lullaby (the nightingale)"
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4506035/lullaby-the-nightingale/
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