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Windy storms

When the sun shines
And the clouds gather up included
We all assume its gonna rain
Our simple mind frame.

No one knows what goes on up there
A fight or even a broad derange
There is on storm we need to attend to
The storm in our hearts which are as deadly as the flu.

Our dull faces begin the heavy winds
And then the thoughts that follow are at arm’s spring
Causing a storm in there
Making a cold and fragile despair.

Oh those windy storms in there
You keep hiding the without rest
Do you remember too much of everything is bad
But even a little of this storm can drive one to a sick bed.

Its deadly
With diverse effects consistently
Let that wind seize with a warm smile
And forget those thoughts too, they need a hike
Free your mind of all their insight

Don’t you worry over little things
They are all temptations to get back those storms within
Life is complete with a chill smile 😊
And not with the scares of the storm’s freight
So lit up your face with that sunny smile
To live a happy life and spread your joy world wide

I’m Esther but my pen name is KaylaYoung
poet and novelist 
For my art works visit my blog name5676.blogspot.com

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Shaun

Shaun had just got sheared
Of his woollen shanks
When Shaun got up the shearer said
What do you say Shaun? “Thanks

Can’t find shanks in dictionary?….

It’s in mine….

Don Matthews
March 2021

Don Matthews
March 2021

Don is an Australian poet who writes different on Flippant, Comic, and Serious https://donmatthewspoetry.com/

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Cloud Hurt

I’ve been on #9.
It was amazing. For awhile.
Was too young to know it might end badly.
Fooled by the soft and comfortable.
Got pushed off. Hard.
Too stupid on how to deal.
Fuck Cloud 9.
The landing was excruciating.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Heart’s Song

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico-Swanson. I’m a woman walking this journey of life in truth. I am a certified master shaman and practicing the art of shamanism has transformed my life, liberated my authentic spirit, awakened and freed my soul. I use my sensibilities as superpowers and the power of my love fuels my magic as a shamanic healer. My creativity is my soul’s purpose and passion which I express through my healing services, writing poetry, hosting a blog, dancing, painting and practicing yoga. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, after a lifetime of trauma I became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. Healing integrates all aspects of my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual selves. Unraveling conditioning and programming continues to take introspection, patience and grace. I’m committed to my practice of healing from the human experience as an awakened soul. I believe I am here to help heal humanity one heart at a time.  I offer shamanic healing sessions, have written 4 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” “My Heart’s Song” and “My Soul’s Light For more detailed information follow this link❤
https://linktr.ee/Emotionalmusings
In light and in shadow, always with love. Namaste.

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Allowing myself to be bored

I experience
a moment
of boredom,
and wonder
what to do next?
Doing nothing—
nothing doing—
Is there a shortcut
to happiness—
Do I have to
reinvent the wheel?
Do I always
have to be climbing
up a mountain or
creating something
new in order to not
feel guilty or
that I might be
wasting time?
Then I remember—
I’m still breathing
effortlessly—
If that keeps me alive,
what else could be
more important?
I breathe in slowly
and experience
a moment of
genuine happiness.
I can do nothing.
I have everything.

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 89-year-old psychologist and a veteran
of the Korean War. He has published poems in Poetry Review, The
Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary
Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, and the New York Times.

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Loath

Likelihood of action, nil. I’m feeling
Obviously disinclined
And unwilling. Wake up and smell the coffee!
This won’t
Happen. I’m reluctant to indulge you.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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The Mystic

Each day is something new to discover
Like walking a freshly paved road
With flowers on the border
Grateful yesterday for the peace I sowed
I want to reach inside
For some truth
Is life an absolute?
Or my day walking?
Not sure how to feel
I go both and forth
But I keep walking on
Between suspicion and worth
You have two things in hand
A cross and an epitaph
I guess that’s all our path
A life of struggle going up a graph
Please don’t give up on me
Just seeing things as realistic
I haven’t given up on you
In this heart, there’s still a genuine mystic

Hello, I am Carly! I love to share poetry and my faith with others in an honest and real way. I hope you enjoy my poetry. Writing poetry has also been an outlet of letting go of anxiety and a form of expression as well.
Blog: My Ink Smears – Poetry & Musings of Life & Faith (wordpress.com)
YouTube channel: Prophetic Insight – YouTube

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Fierce warrior

They say the battle just began
But it seems they already let their guard down
How can a warrior strive without a weapon
That’s an upholding fiction

The people laid down their trust in the rest
But only one brought back the head
from the eagle’s neck
Where spades, daggers , knives and deadly weapons were used
Her hands were her refuge of anger in which she fused.

Who said she couldn’t she couldn’t be a warrior for her gender sake
Those were the one’s who were first slaughtered at the eagle’s nest
She was a shear beauty
Which added to her humorous victory.

How was she to know that she was betrayed by her beloved
By love
And its strange force
He took her to her enemies nest
And she was killed without respect
Her blood was on his hands
And her body treated with discard.

I’m Esther Jacob , some people know me as Kayla , I’m a young blogger who just started her art I’m a novel blogger but also an upcoming poet . I’m a young 14 year old teenager who comes from the continent Africa , from a country called Nigeria 
You can visit my blog : name5676.blogspot.com

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Pickles in balcony

The house I lived in,
the hallway I crossed often,
would remind of,
of schools on vacation.
Facing south,
it was the perfect spot.
On bright blue sunny
afternoons,
My mother would let dry,
pickles in balcony.
Sweet mainly sour,
it would get duller
every hour.
She would call for me
and ask for strings,
to hang over a plastic.
My room being in North,
I got her iron bars
not jute strings.
Strings not bars,
Strings not bars.
I repeated, my way back,
back to my room,
back to no bright skies
& pungent odour,
just thick lonely air.
I would look over ,
the thick concrete walls,
hoping they would disappear,
in thin crisp air.
I would hear you whisper,
I would talk to you
in my thoughts,
I would wonder,
how the shadows that
lingered upon you,
had laced our future now.
I would wonder,
what colour we could
have painted our walls,
& would quickly realise,
Not just blood,
loneliness we shared too.
I wish you stayed,
I wish you thought highly
of hope.
Your shadow wasn’t blocking
my sight no more.
I guess,
we went had lunch next.
With half dried pickles,
for tongue’s a slippery thing.
I’m back home,
for where can I go?
And I wait,
I wait for you to pull the
strings on my walls,
I know, I know.
It won’t ever happen,
Hence,
I wait for you to pull the
strings off my walls.

I am just a regular person,I write poems, I have posted here thrice, and I am very thankful for this platform. If you like the poem you can visit my site,
https://wordpress.com/view/ants908757855.wordpress.com

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I wish

I wish women would stick together all the time.
I wish it were that simple.
It’s not.
They don’t.
Often times they have valid reasons not to.
It doesn’t mean it won’t sting me.
I understand.
People are complex.

I wish ego never got in the way.
I wish it were that easy
to say
“I’m sorry.”
Often times there’s nothing to be sorry for.
It doesn’t mean it can’t be mended.
“I understand.
Let’s work together.”

I wish this were a possibility.
I wish for strength in numbers.
We try.
We fail.
Often times the message is lost.
It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep going.
I understand.
Don’t lose sight.

Hello! My name is Alexandria. I’m an intersectional feminist and advocate for victims of sexual violence. Although I’ve been writing since I was very young, I’m just now venturing into the world of freelance writing. I frequently post on Medium as well as my new WordPress blog (https://eternalmetamorphosis.art.blog) . I enjoy journaling about reflection, growth and healing, and I adore critical analysis of media, culture and fashion. My site is filled with raw and confessional journal entries about my recovery from trauma. Being a survivor of rape myself, my intended purpose for Eternal Metamorphosis is to help victims to feel empowered in the way that is unique to their journeys. I’m optimistic that my stories, and the stories of all survivors shared on my page, will broaden minds and encourage compassion, understanding and ACTION. Please feel free to check out my site and get involved in the discussion! https://eternalmetamorphosis.art.blog

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