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Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Into you

learning to be
a divided
submersible

once so perimetric
on the fringe
of all that grows within

we thus fall
and settle
much like Sarajevo Roses

colorfully resting
in the lasting drawn out
places we made perish

now
here
am I

into you

the ******
connective
entirely dependent

upon
the quotient
of two integers

the way we love
is a method
of mixed results
Vera City May 2020
Beware ancient grudge
Either the red or the blue
It is all purple
Vera City May 2020
One simple phrase to tear us wide
                                                     apart
Make us writhe and squirm
                                              breathlessly
Three­ words to promise eternal hold
And leaving us aching, and sobbing to death

Make us writhe and squirm
                                               breathlessly
Pleading and crying for a reprieve
And leave us aching, and sobbing to
                                                           death
Ripped at the seams and naked

Pleading and crying for a repreive
As hostility becomes mundane
Ripped at the seams and naked
Lies the passionate monogamist

As hostility becomes mundane
Dual passions are fuelled by the
                                             state of  bliss
Lies the passionate monogamist
Cannot see for the rage

Many hear them...
Three words that promise eternal hold
"Divide and Conquer"
One simple phrase to tear us wide apart
where are the times
when people could rely
     more or less
on what their leaders
     whom they had elected
spoke and did?

when there was yet no need
to fact-check every other sentence
of presidential self-appraisals
or denigrating tweets about opponents?

after three years of suffering
through all shenanigans of the most blatant kind
it seems that rudeness, ignorance, and lies
have quietly become accepted as new normal

we've learned that people we elected
     to fight for our cause
can say one thing
     and then the opposite
throw in a lie or two
and nobody complains
or votes them out of their coveted offices

in fact
thanks to the wonderful examples of our leaders
we now have learned to distrust everybody
even ourselves

eight billion plus of unreliables
Apropos the recent appalling B-movie production in the U.S. Senate re: impeachment of Donald J. Trump
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
))))))

I tried to save your life six seconds ago,
but the air sent me away
when I moved in its domain
to reach for your hand.


((((((


You were vilified in its winds.

It gushed of how you ruined everything.

))))))


It once killed you,
but you trudged back
from the river's part,
without spite,
holding an elder's rebellion.

Your         crime         was too heinous
and the wind begged me to **** you again.

((((((


With the trial withstanding your time,
I sought your records.

They were pulled in gusts,
spread over pinkened
cumulonimbus clouds,
and struck down to my hands
where I dropped them myself
in utter revulsion.

))))))

How could I ever save you?

You killed the air too.

!!!!!!!!
Skye Dec 2019
We are reaching out
and claiming
parts.

Bit by bit
we are
grasping
it.

Dividing the
treasure.

But the,


problem?

Is that
the
"treasure."

Is
cursed.

And we
are perfectly aware of
the burden it holds.

Yet this
curse
is the reason we want
the treasure.

The reason we
need
the treasure.

It provides a wonderful
emotion.

Love.

Familiar love
that makes you warm
and proud.

Proud to carry the curse.

And it carries another
curse.

Sadness.

Longing.

And worst of all.

Happy memories.

That can never be made again.

So maybe it is a burden.

To claim and
share
the treasure.

But together our
family
can share the
curse
burden
as one.
I love you guys.
Robby Nov 2019
There is a sweet familiarity with you
I know your hands and your face
I’ve seen them change as we age

If I close my eyes I can hear your voice
I know your words and how you say my name

There is a deep intimacy there
A long romance full of heartbreaks and highs

I miss the version of us that got along
Robby Oct 2019
What has become of my heart
This constant flow of love and hate
Salt water and fresh spewing forth

I love you deeply but I hate you
I crave you madly but your touch repulses
I need you with me but I have to run away

How long can I pull myself both directions
One side must win but I don’t know how
We have divided me
Perdue Poems Jul 2019
around the post they skip
with rope in hand
growing tight
with smiles delight
but smiles falter
their skipping stops
their post was not to share
they tugged their ropes
tied to the post
and ripped themselves in half
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