Dusk | Nancy May
dusk –
an outbreak of stars
on tidal waves
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Frogs Glee Club | Christine Emmert
It is Springtime
when the sparkle of sun
lights up
the stage
where the frogs
commence glorious practice.
I stand unknown to their singing.
I would sing myself. But they are baritones!
My soprano is mute.
Deep and in tune with the day
they cannot be out of tune
while Mother Nature smiles approvingly.
I Adore You | Mónika Tóth
Dedicated to V.D.
I adore you
I bloom.
You are there
every day
in my strawberry heart
Only Live… | Ananya S. Guha
Leave it at that,
on a precipice
are rolling ideas,
hurt is an intangible
substance of being,
what is, is not,
the rhythm measures
to imponderables,
thoughts leaven where
the only is lonely,
a being.
Leave it at that.
The rhyme of sands on sea shores of washed-away death
is the flood of our times. They who cause it are in hollow beds, where sleep takes the informal time.
Rest is the formality of washed-away truths.
Leave it, smother dreams
with pillow and tablets.
They won’t be crushed.
Only live with amputated
arms and legs.
Tests Masks Gloves | Stan Morrison
I’m a self-starting engine
But I’m running on empty
Gasping for some fumes
Solitary without a choice
Sentenced to house arrest
Isolated with no helping hand
With a sociopath in charge
Incompetence is his recipe
Brewing malignant neglect
Extended to those suffering
With greed the sole ingredient
Thin the herd-rule the world
I postulate that I still can believe
Irony at Its Finest | Chris Byrne
The only thing the world
Needs is more love
Yet we go out of our
Way to hurt and destroy
The people that matter the most,
Yet we think we are
The dominant species
Who think know what love is,
If we truly did would we destroy it?
The Night and the Meteors | Tianyu
Out of the window of the quiet night
is a group of spirits,
On the right are the meteors of yours，
On the left is ａ bright moon of mine.
The world is so quiet now,
There‘s the darkness still blooming,
There’s a light that’s not awake yet to has fun.
I confess it,
There’re many scenes that aren’t lustful.
I confess it,
There’s brewing a lot of determination
from all the hopes and lines.
The night had come without ａsmile,
Setting with silence and cold.
May you can look at the bright moon at this time again，
May you can wish for the meteors
without any doubts or pains.