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Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

virtual toy
meant to heighten
and arouse
deep-seated needs
never shared

left swipe
right swipe
dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
and longing

hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
jerking off
whatever self-esteem
you have left

titillating stimulation
brought havoc
for the only lusty one
actually
wanting 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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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

sweet birdies quartet
delightful awakening
a smile escapes me

coffee is brewing
yummy breakfast awaits me
sunday, reading day

true crime story first
one book down, now another
this time poetry

reading all morning
it is time for a long nap
woke up ravenous

finished a big lunch
much more reading to be done
trying for three more

a restful sunday
weekend sadly over now
work again monday

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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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

I’m a passionate writer and poet, and started my blog last summer: ajmwritesonline.wordpress.com  I’d love it if you could follow, like or comment on my posts to tell me what you thought!

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

The days don’t build up to Sunday no more,
The sun rises in the East as it is wont
So we sit by the window hopeful,
One day we will see a sunset.

Time is resigned.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick…
Silence, as time was poured like molten magma
In these times there’s no meaning of time.

The battlefield shifted to our houses
Our roofs crumbled from the sounds of the battle horns
The horses charged and the horses charged

We are fighting an invisible enemy, yet
they swing their bats any way.
Blood and tears dripped from our drenched faces
And the enemy still advances

Our hopes lied with the fighters,
Blind only to the enemy so they clobbered anything they could see,
But their eyes were sharp enough to get a glimpse of us,
So we ran

Where no sin has been committed,
One will be assigned,
And it was due.
In these times there’s no meaning of war.

Allan M. Kiptoo
Don’t be resigned to inhumanity

My name’s Allan M. Kiptoo, a member of Budding Poets Collective in Kenya. I’m always trying new ways to express myself through poetry and stories. This piece reflects our state of mind during this virus outbreak. I hope it resonates with all who read it. To get my other pieces here’s one of the links https://rapando.co.ke/writer/allankiptoo

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com