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Boy do I have a Grumpy Gift for you…

Not only do I love writing but I also enjoy reading. So many of the amazing things I read are enjoyed by so few, as not every literary marvel is also a marketing mogul. It’s this, i care to share most.

Imagination is the reality of the dreamer.

— Scott Ringenbach.

Stay tuned, and keep on orbiting those moons.

Eyes What Do They Say —Kavya Gupta

I see, I watch, I look, I roll,

I give comfort ; to my soul,

I blink, I wink, 

I’m disappointed , I sink.

I may be shy , I may be expressive,

I may be anxious , I may be aggressive.

I cry and tear,

I water and wear,

I scream , I glare

To the world I stare

But nobody here; seems to care.

A twinkling me , gives a pleasant feel,

But look into me; are you real or reel?

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Introducing a new poet on WP Kavya Gupta

Don’t Tell Me This Story – Melody Chen (Heartbeatingwings)

unless it has a happy ending
i have heard how it goes
summer romances wilting under the heat
voice signals lost along the distance
a shiny new toy has-been discarded
there is no way to miss broken into whole
and i think you know this
it’s not hard to hear a heart that pedals your name
there is not enough time for us
even when it is all i have to give to you
here is where the time signature shifts
i lose count of the beats and fall out of step
outstretched fingers not enough to make contact
and i think you want space, i think you want space
i beg but you say it out loud anyway
and then it is real and i want to go back to sleep where
in dreams someone hands me a phone
and your voice is already waiting
in dreams someone hands me a sledgehammer
to break down the walls
and there is enough room for me to stay

online at: https://heartbeatingwings.wordpress.com/

If I Were Born A Little Early – Frank Solanki

If I were born a little early
I would have made electricity
First to say — The Earth is round
Cures for diseases I would have found
Would have theorized gravitational law
Leave everyone trailing in awe
Would have had a star named after me
A constellation or galaxy
Future generations would have studied me
My brain, my life, my family
But I was born a little too late
Never had the chance to become so great
All the others took away my due
So I’m stuck here writing poems for you

online at: https://franksolanki.com/

shubun ~ equinox – s.s. (Mindfills)

stars put together

a celestial surprise

my little beings

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when on earth and sky

a momentous magic wand

spells an equinox

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welcoming seasons

night wakes in wonder wishing

you sparkling new days

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Written with all my love for R and D my son and daughter…  both born on an equinox. 22nd September and 23rd September, two years apart. It’s been all joy Chels. Happy Birthday my little beings.

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…and also written for

Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge Shubun – Autumn (spring) equinox – a haiku sequence

Eugi’s weekly prompt – cosmos

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays night sky

Crispina Kemp’s creative challenge 97

Happy Birthday R and D 🤗

online at: https://mindfills.wordpress.com/

dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)

Black feathers as I dreamed,
do not look at me; ebony moon
the lust of the body of the shore,
as nightmares, in what I’ve never
known at all, reflect the Artemis moon;
the fat, yellow moon; it’s a blood-hunt
to the red-hills,
and a sea,
cocktails of sweat
death at the ground.

There is beauty in the death of things
in imminent dreaming,
for it’s like death itself;

white fingers shutting
they shiver
to the cosmic
in between
veteran of psychosis
and leaves among the red
each one among the red
each one red; sands topple,
to astronomic bone
of his stardust.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

link: https://lucysworks.com/

First appeared on Free Verse Revolution.

The Sound of the Sparrow —Michael33

The Sound of the Sparrow

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the silence
Like a soft rain on a Sunday morn
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow

Often we may linger
Only briefly fore your eyes
Like diaphanous hues of dawn
Awaiting the sun

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the stillness
Like moonlight cross a fathomless sea
Reaching for the depth
Of what’s unknown

Often we may wander
Past the corner of your eye
Like shadows from the lamplight
Awaiting dawn

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in repose
Like the muse upon the mountain top
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow

Always remembering you

Vision of Poets—Michael33

Be The Sun – The Oldschool Harlequin (World of Harley)

I do wonder to myself,
Is being nice such a strain?
All humans struggle with it,
Even this wretched clown,
Humanity is programmed to choose himself,
Niceness and generosity are akin to naivete,

But why not be a strangers sun?
Even during a stormy day,
Be a reason for someone to smile,
Give your loose change to a vagrant,
Hold the door for anybody,
Donate that stray dog a blanket,

Being nice is not a sign of weakness,
It is the strength to overlook mankind’s faults,
It could be a tiny gesture of in-consequence,
But maybe the only light someone will see,
Be the sun,
Be kind.

online at: https://worldofharley.wordpress.com/

A Breathing Story – Piyush Singh (The Perceptions Square)

A phenomenon
we can’t explain,
A complex puzzle
governed by no laws,
Lying in a minute
corner of milky way,
A tiny spectacle
twinkling with delight,
The precious , shimmering
The story of our lives !

Written in the fabric
Of space and time,
A mural sketched
In the vast breathing cosmos,
Beating hard inside
The womb of chaos,
Our precious jewel,
The breathing
Story of our lives !

©2020 Piyush Singh

at – https://theperceptionssquare.com/