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Synchronization
between his deeds and my needs
is the only good thing

The one who resides with in me
with pure selflessness
executes my acts keeping me unknown
to the whole process
'He' for Almighty
So many false starts and blind
alleys have pointed us to lands
we promised to younger selves.

So many good intentions paved
our patios and pathways, not to
hell, but to a kind of anti-******.

Meaning is not an unfound grail.
It resides in footprints and glows
in each creaking backward glance.

We are never where we want to be.
For now we are somewhere, maybe.
Relax. Catch breath and thank stars.

Tony Noon
Erostrer Jul 10
On hidden tracks I screamed
Down the twisted path and gleaned
The whirl of life, of truth and lies
As they all rushed, and passed me by

The farther back I looked and strained
The less I saw, the more it waned
The wheels beneath began to quake
Though I knew, not to squeeze the brakes

The road ahead seemed dark and dim
The headlight’s glow, showed but a slim
Part of what came towards me at speed
I was entranced, I couldn’t breathe

For all the things in life I’ve done
The people loved, the people shunned
All blaze on by, now equidistant
A blur that spells out my existence

But this whole time I’ve rode alone
My course apart, this race my own
I wholly smiled and made good time
As I careened across the finish line
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
First stage: pheromones

I can't sleep

with the smell of you
still in my nose

and your taste
still upon my lips.

Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,

lest your essence I were to forget
Oxytocin is a hell of drug. My date went well though ;)
Zywa Dec 2024
The geese: vigilant

next to their grass-green droppings --


Sated in the sun.
Poem "Randstad" ("Rim City" / "Conurbation", 1967, Gerrit Krol)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
neth jones Dec 2024
i will build a yurt            it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things   will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
   and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
   become sexually activated
        and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly  you know  as an experience
     using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill  start a riot  and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
    and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
Once upon a time in a quiet corner of my mind
I deemed myself a poet.
What an arrogant ******* I am.
To think my less than subtle rhymes, written at best
in erratic time, qualify somehow as poetry.
Still I write this drivel from the heart
and I guess, Hell, maybe that's a start.
And maybe, It shouldn't be.
But maybe, just possibly
In the mind of this arrogant ******* poet
That's good enough for me.
Khoisan Oct 2024
Do
not
feel
lonely or sad
those
tumultuous
tides are over
like
a
boulder
the
waves slammed
our
shoulders
a
rock with a heart
planted
on
A
shore
made for two

EMBRACE
MY
DEAREST

these older ageless sun sets
vesting
in
twilights keep
appreciate the sands of time
where living is Love
life is hope
a
future of glory
the
glory
that belongs to God.
Emery Feine Oct 2024
When a project has been abandoned, creators of said project will solve small, irrelevant problems, so as to give themselves an ounce of satisfaction, rather than just solve the problem as a whole.
Mentitus sum. Puer eram. Non putabatur ibi esse.
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