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 Jul 14 rick
Carlo C Gomez
~
Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
...
Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?

~
 Jul 14 rick
CaryJean
Velkommen
 Jul 14 rick
CaryJean
Devine,
in the mind,
Mostly sometimes.
 Jul 14 rick
Blue Sapphire
Your eyes are
the mirror
of your heart.  

They reveal
what your heart
tries to conceal.

Silence of your
eyes spoke
what your lips
failed to say.
 Jul 14 rick
Dr Peter Lim
Does your life resonate
or stagnate?
 Jul 14 rick
irinia
flammable
 Jul 14 rick
irinia
I carry your hands like waves breaking on the skin
your eyes get flammable like capsicum on innocent tongue
I have long conversations with this boiling sea
the sea bears the roundness of the moon
the moon reveals its wounds
the wounds shed their skins to feed
an undiscovered earth
 Jul 14 rick
deanena tierney
It is heaven.
Crickets
Peace
Breath
Smiles
Warmth
Weightless
But that one wormhole to hell
Remains
 Jul 14 rick
onlylovepoetry
"With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow@With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about
today until tomorrow
"

lyric, Mr Tambourine Man,
Bob Dylan
<>

Rebel troubadour, always resrless, asking the obvious,
with answers readily apparent,
yet no one knows them out loud

Here we are,
two old Jews,
crossing paths at our shared six point star,
we aware, we know, that the
questions will likely be there tomorrow,'for they
have always there come the morn,

so we do not raise our voices anymore,
indeed,
the questions grow up best when asked softly softly,
and the answers,
blowing in the wind,
are clearest, sharpest obvious when
whispered,

So,
~forget about today till tomorrow,
until tomorrow comes no more~

And is this an only love poem?
To be sure,
Be sure.

For only love is the bridge between yesterday,
Today, and Tomorrow,
No matter what!
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