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End of Bliss

love, becoming one
intensity together
then pain, two again

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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Perpetual

Perhaps it was some sick twist
The cosmos nefariously conjured
At both of our tragic story expense
While the question remains ever present
One senses deep within ones heart
Like an aberrational extra shadow
I’ve finally grown to simply ignore
Now, that I just do not bother with
Always asking myself “why?” anymore
Endlessly searching for some answer
Inside a labyrinth of plaguing questions
That towered over all I thought I once was
Harshly learning instead, it doesn’t exist
Anymore than “us” ever really did
And even though I was the second one
To eventually walk away from “us”
It was only after you let go of me … first

Poet of the Light © 2021

Whispers of a poet’s heart collection can be found at my   poetofthelight.com on WordPress. 

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Hiding From Himself

As plain as the nose on his face
he runs from the truth—ignoring red flags,
he climbs every mountain, sails the Seven Seas,
and searches for a way to sustain the light of the world,
subdued by bloodshot eyes.
He meditates like a monk, prays like a priest,
rants and raves to know avail—even tries dancing
like a Whirling Dervish, but ends up weeping
in a puddle of tears listening to his tinnitus ringing church bells.
He cannot forgive the Divine Mother for creating human beings—
the only creatures born knowing they will die.
But when someone you love is about to pass, they always turn into a poem.

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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Marketing Plan

A plumber (who’s local’s) gone broke
Ignored basic tenet this man
He didn’t include any magnets
No magnets in fridge marketing plan

Don Matthews
April 2021

Don is an Australian Poet who writes different on Flippant, Comic, and Serious www.donmatthewspoetry.com

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The Light

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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Equilibrium

The ducks stoop down to feed, come up for air,
And bend their beaks to foraging again.
They represent my lightened load of care,
And symbolize the brief surcease of pain.
Today, I feel no anger, grief, or fear;
The blue sky and the breeze can hold me fast.
My spirit feels well-balanced, cool, and clear,
And no regrets have surfaced from my past.
This balance is a freedom I must share,
For freedom’s not just meant for solitude.
When carefree, I can bear another’s care,
And do my part to build the common good.
This equilibrium empowers me,
And counsels me to share my liberty.

Mike Walker is a theologian of disability, liturgist (one who curates worship experiences), and poet from Summerside, Prince Edward Island, Canada. He loves the written word, and has been writing poetry since his teens. You can reach Mike at michael.walker9@gmail.com, or follow his blog at lotusmw9684.wordpress.com.

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Callipygian

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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Deadman at my Door

I remember you—the Company Medic
who dressed my shrapnel wounds
at the battle of Chosin Rseservoir in‘50.
You look too indistinct to be ghostly,
a body transparent with glazed eyes
that don’t seem to be seeing anything.
What can I do for you?
I need you to order me some supplies:
Call Amazon Prime and have them deliver
to our main gate the following items:
Band-aids, aspirin and Dulcolax because
of an epidemic of constipation.
The population is not getting enough exercise
since so many sprout wings and fly around
causing their muscles to atrophy.
Also, if you can get to the Kasbah in Casablanca,
order us a dozen flying carpets since the self-driving
electric cars can’t make the trips that are light years away.
And don’t forget a compass since the GPS doesn’t work here.
As soon as I promise to satisfy all of his requests, he vanishes.

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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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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