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 Aug 2021
Valsa George
Lo!
A spectrum of colours
in the misty cerulean sky
God’s benevolent gift
graciously bestowed
after a light drizzle

A rainbow-
nature’s lovely poem
written on the widest canvas

An arch spanning
the Earth and the heavens

A painting
with colours overlapping

An art created
by the crystalline prisms

Life expands and pulsates
eyes are raised
to a vision grand
mind takes flight
to Heaven’s glory

a transient reminder
of the beauty promised for man
warm in glow,
radiant in splendour,
emanating light,
triggering joy,
staying amid drifting clouds,
waving at us in cheer

Oh eyes,
feast on this celestial sight
this scintillating spectral aura
and get drowned
in its magical spell!

Hey, why not ride upon the wind
to loot the *** of gold hidden at its tip!
 Aug 2021
Chelsea Rae
Such hot tears, that sizzle and evaporate
as they drip off the sides of hot cheeks.

Mist slowly rising off my shoulders,
out and off my head, and down my arms and legs.

Smokey fog swarming me from the humidity that begins to emit in the room from the heat.

Anger that boils blood
Now secreting through the skin
Through sweat and tears.

I clench my jaw, cemented shut, and squeeze my eyes tight.
Hoping to wring out all the pain and anger through the tear ducts.

Juice it to salty pulp.

Such hot tears pooled on top of burning cheeks.
Turning into hot springs.

One of the warmest things I have felt

In such a long time.
 Aug 2021
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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                  Chuck Lorre is Shakespeare with a Laptop

Chuck Lorre is Shakespeare with a laptop
Bill Prady is Wodehouse at a whiteboard
Their Pasadena is the Forest of Arden
Or Totleigh Towers at a city bus stop

They have built for us an unfallen world
Of Woosterian plots and app-crossed lovers
At play in the laboratories of the Lord
Where the magic works but the elevators don’t

Chuck and Bill’s stories are always well-wrought
And they end each one with a provocative thought


(Nothing rhymes with “l’envoi.”)
Big Happiness Theory
Squirrel store food
Pure nature move
for survival
As mustangs untamed
As bats blind during the day
acting like bees during the  night
maintaining this beautiful midnight flower splendor in desert land.
Flamingos are what they eat
Doing a ritual circular dance to find their mate.
The swan moving graciously
Not even moving the waters
to meet a mate for life
A lonely tree once green and lushes.
Many destroyed because of sour rain and human greed
Blue green waters
Disappearing slowly, everywhere pollution,
killing everything beatiful.
Sky ,different  kinds of blue
Nature , Godmade, Godgiven
A blessing to us all
Let’s handle it with care and the respect it deserves.



Shell✨🐚
Looking at nature. A wonder.
Let’s take care of  our beautiful nature.
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Friends are two legs of a compass
 Aug 2021
Mohd Arshad
Friendship is a tree
The more you water it
The more it grows and bears fruit for u
 Jul 2021
Carlo C Gomez
~
Somersaults
In the tall grass
Lutalica girl
In places on the run
Stretched out in her awakening
Removes the dress of her captivity
To introduce herself to those she loves
There's something deeply unknowable
And terrifying in the arrival of her liberty
Sprung forth out of the box
She started from

~
Lutalica: the part of your identity that doesn't fit into categories.
 Jul 2021
Sarita Aditya Verma
To conquer and lose it all
at once
The feeling of triumph and loss
at once
Like the sun and white fluffy clouds together in summers
And dark clouds and rain together drive away the sun in pain
It’s all circumstantial and transitory
No loss no gain
But the change

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Dear all, today 30th July on I will be on a very short break :)
Been a little unwell and have not been reading and responding to all the love and kindness that I receive here  :)
I am forever indebted to all the poets and poetesses here ❤️
See you all soon best wishes and regards :)
 Jul 2021
Glenn Currier
The smell of new rain
permeates the air
the first heavy drops raise little puffs of dust
in the dirt.
Covered porches protect her
from the storm outside
and the dread inside
where benign neglect reigned
ennui and death strained
children’s hearts
threatened to pull apart
the joy sleeping in their wondrous souls
that lived beyond the confines
of the dark brooding grip of family
inside the ancestral home.
Inspired by my cousin’s memoir. With gratitude to her for this courageous masterpiece. I hope this will be the first of many poems sprung from this work which has shed revelatory light on my personality and familial past. I will refer to these poems as “Teche Series”
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