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 May 2020
Roger Turner - Poet
My life may be a train wreck
I drink hard to hide the pain
Even though I am a train wreck
I'm still the driver of this train

Haven't been derailed as yet
But,  I've almost left the track
Even though I am a train wreck
I keep on coming back

I've spent some time in lock up
Just in county for a night
For being drunk in public
And a few times for a fight

My life is heading nowhere
But I'm making **** good time
My life is just a train wreck
Brother, spare a dime

The rabbit hole is calling
Do I venture down to see?
Do I listen to the voices?
Even if the voice is me

I'm a train wreck set to happen
I went to church once to confess
I passed out while I was waiting
Even sober, I'm a mess

I won't go into details
About the mistakes I have made
Let's say in life's account book
I didn't make the grade

My life it is a train wreck
One day I'll leave the rails
It's a 50 50 bet though
I chose heads and I get tails

One more drink tonight though
Then some shelter from the storm
I'll find a dumpster somewhere
One that's full so I keep warm

My name it's not important
You won't remember, so don't ask
I can see the whole way through you
There are cracks there in your mask

Let me live in silence
Let me die the same way too
My life it is a train wreck
And there's no room here for two
 May 2020
Madeysin
With every tale of a past adventure, you told me how you’re going to leave me in the future.
 May 2020
Madeysin
Sol
Are you running after life, or is the after life running after you?
 May 2020
Madeysin
I’ll share the sunshine with you, even if it’s behind a windowpane.
 May 2020
Madeysin
I started writing but I stopped eating
 May 2020
Dark n Beautiful
****** masks
As we look around,
All we see is humans wearing ****** masks
A world of silencers, a world of social distancing:
Before we use to sit silently and watch the world
Around us:  misbehaved: the unruly bunch

Silence is holy it draws attention
To our inner peace:  today is the silence of the mask
Draws attention to fear, a fear of us being side track
By this disease, so we wear the mask of silence,
Do you remember, the measles, chickens pox’s
Scarlett fevers and the list when on:
But it’s nothing in comparisons to corona corvid 19

Lockdown: Now it’s staying at home means getting creative
Evaluating our lives, our behavior, our life style..
Was it out of control?  
Were we ever essentials?

  I hate wearing the mask
It make me feel like a captive, but i know better
Not to wear it: I need protection from you
And you need protection from me.

Because of what Mr. Trump said “the Chinese disease.”
Wearing the mask to do the tasks
Letting go of the hatred enable us to move forward

A world without humans is not a world
Is a silence world:
with one small flower emerging from a rock on a side walk
Stay at home save life...
 May 2020
Francie Lynch
You say you won't cry
(and you know I know why),
But you will.
When memory reminds you
Of our life and thrills,
Our talks of love
In the park on the hill.
Our fear for our children,
Our love for each one,
Our love for each other
Before our love was gone.
You say you won't cry,
But you know you will.
Simple, repetitive wording.
 May 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma
Missing May
May has many days of fun
Of siblings and cousins
Parents and children
May comes with those lovely
May flowers
Every year we wait upon May
May certainly brings the family together
There was never a may or may not
May always meant togetherness
The kids have their summer vacation
May brings some hot Sun
But it’s worth it with all the fun
Ice creams and shakes
With the entire family
Never alone
May brings the happiest memories
Memories of childhood
Summer vacations spent
At maternal grandparents‘ home
With most loved and now missed,
Crazy cousins
Madness and never ending fun
Watching back to back movies on the VCR
Until Nani(maternal grandma) came and simply switched off the TV
And ask us all to come out and join her at the dining table, coz it’s time for lunch
As none of us would budge from the mini home theatre we would make with the
room dark and cold
Sometimes we would watch horror movies and then later scared, none would leave the room alone
By evening we all looked like zombies
When we came out of the house to play
squinting eyes in the mellow, evening sun
There are innumerable memories of our visit to the beach
With our most lovely Mausi( Mother’s sister), all packed in the car, the driver would drive us straight to our most loved place, The Juhu beach
Making sandcastles and running on the beach and jumping into the waves, close to the shore
The  humid weather and the salty ocean air and sand sticking to the skin
We would eat those yummy chaat and ice creams
Yes those were the days from childhood
Forever etched in the heart and cherished
Those memories
Today in the lockdown with my lovely family of four( two boys, my spouse & me)
I reminisce
This is a raw unedited piece
This time of the year, we are generally at my mother’s place in my hometown( summer vacations for the kids)
This year owing to the pandemic we are in a lockdown
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