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Feb 3 London Paris

The greatest question ever asked

Feb 3 London Paris

Jimmy silker

The greatest question ever asked

Are you hungry?

Feb 3 London Paris

That Song

Feb 3 London Paris

Nick Moore

That Song

Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night,
It makes her so happy,
It's just outta sight,
Yeah,
Just outta sight,
She sings it
High,
She sings it
Low,
I
Can't make out the words
But
Dad
Seems to know.

And their singing all night,
Yeah,
It's just outta sight,
Momma got a song,
She sings late at night.

Mamma's singing high
And Dad's
Singing low,
I wish I
Knew the words
But I just don't know,
Oh yeah
I just don't know
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night.

Not a poem, so technically not for here.
Wanted to capture the feel of 70s rock songs, that hint at something else.

Feb 3 London Paris

When what went where

Feb 3 London Paris

Jimmy silker

When what went where

Point a political gun
At your friend
Demand to know
What went where and when
Formulate your argument
But like Marty put it
The time circuits are bent
I can't calculate it
Beware the knowers
Like Bukowski said
They'll tell you your fine
When you're already dead.

Feb 3 London Paris

Clementine

Feb 3 London Paris

Abbott J Hardison

Clementine

A fateful night,
I was restless,
Sleep fleeting my young eyes.
So I rose from bed,
And to my desk I sat.
My pen curled in my fingers,
I wrote.
I wrote of a girl,
Made of spare paper,
And discarded ink.
But never did I guess,
My writing would come true.
Yet come next morning before me lay,
A paper girl with inky eyes.

An ode to a character I made many years ago.

#clementine #night #writing #sleep #ink #paper #girl #story #morning

Feb 3 London Paris

Optimistically me

Feb 3 London Paris

Theresa Hartley-Mace

Optimistically me

My optimism keeps me going
Knowing
It’ll all come crashing down
Sometimes

Pessimism has no place
In my world
Of simple grace
Disappointments I have to face

Sometimes I fall down
Then I pick me up
The vitamins help
With a half full cup

Feb 3 London Paris

Patient zero

Feb 3 London Paris

T R Wingfield

Patient zero

Often I've envisioned
The demise of man
And placed myself as patient 0
The vector of the plague

Pestilence on my finger tips and soars on my cheek, I stumble around and infect and decay and inoculate hundreds of people a day
I watch as the disease spreads and the ones you love die. And know it was my fault... at least in some Way.

And as we all slowly die, and join the wandering gangs, it's the ending we deserve for all our sins and disdain.

In my 20's I destroyed a lot of ****, porperties friendships whatever you name it. You need it broken? Send it my way!!

About 21 I started to notice, I was always wrecking ****. And one night ****** I imagined being patient zero of the zombie plague, and having no idea what is happening as you descend into the psychosis induced by the disease. In a state where everyone seems hostile and you fighting them off and not the other way.. Right around 25 I broke my brain, and neurotically internalized that thought in such a way that it won't dissipate.

Feb 3 London Paris

For US All

Feb 3 London Paris

Maddy

For US All

For the youngest
For those to come
For dreamers and planners
For Love
For Creativity
For Joy
For Peace
For Kindness
For Technology
For Today
For Now
For Tomorrow
For our future
For all