Tag: march accolades
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Pandemic Age
By Marivic Nemi “Poetry is the power shield Against the noise of pollution” Poetry the sanitizer in palm., Declaring calmliness from dizziness situation., “Poetry is the relief, feed the mind As reader digest calling the hunger” Poetry the temperature from warm hottest and coolness , medicine when feel so weak. Poetry is the quarantine to…
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Dancing to Your Own Tune
By Kay Bradley She was a perky little filly Dancing playfully and silly She was carefree at noon She whistled a happy tune Then the saddle put on her back Made her pause in her tracks But soon it became a part of her Not just an impediment with a bur But the reins were…
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Motionless
By LaVan Robinson In the playground of unconscious reality, humanity deepest thoughts are manifested to conscious validity. If there’s no balance between the two, instability is its bedfellow in which it slumbers daily. To its existence, there’s no truth and its purpose is unknown. Self imprisonment takes grip and divine knowledge and awareness is blighted…
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Catching the Couch
By C.L. Liedekev The couch slipped out of the window as quiet as a lion through Rhodes grass. Crushed leather, and god heavy, He was Atlas, born again as sweaty and squat. He caught it with every being he ever bore. The rings of his life buried into his ribs: a house fire, child’s hand,…
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Your Bra Strap Have A Humour
By Anjil Sardar Long before I smelled your skin I sensed an auspicious vibe from a distance of a couple of inchs maybe , Not of the perfume , but some soul moulding aroma, I could not find a trace of , but very fresh and satisfying, right from your nodes of skin from your…
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Empty Bottle
By Marivic Nemi Give me your freedom, Then I’ll will give you , your wisdom.. Give me , your heavy reason! as being imaginative… I would never run away like a fugitive.. Lend me your ear.. Then I’ll be prepare.. Lend me your eyes.. So I’m not melting like an ice.. Don’t try to borrow…
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In The Gloam
By Kay Bradley Twilight starts it’s nightly rite Shadows fade quietly into dusk, Nature surrender it’s daily fight The night scents emit their poignant musk In the gloam I think of you Memories forever encased A love that was young and true A love that can never be erased Fireflies, flicker lights from setting sun…
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Nullified
By LaVan Robinson Humanity is once again at the crossroads of its self reflection. When approached with options of traveling down the road of a renewal of positive direction. It refuses an indictment of its existence of self destruction and hinderance of an guilty verdict. The more it accepts its behavior as being fully validated…
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In The Motel Bathroom
By C.L. Liedekev Every sound stops. The smell of peach vodka, stale water, mildew’s harvest of sheets slips under the door. My nose gone white fills the space past the reflection in smudged light, our sweat becomes the blood of the earth. Her wrists grip the bathroom’s disabled counter, rolled bills spill onto the rug…
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It’s Been A Few Days
By Anjil Sardar It’s been five or six days you left your birthplace And such tragedy occured I can’t cry seeing you in saline I can’t see you having difficulty in breathing It’s been five or six days you left your birthplace And shadow of my ignorance have overpowered your life Just at night yesterday…
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