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[nudeartpluspoetry]

Marvin Gaye Asked, What's Going On?

Ate some chunks of green, gold, and red melons, plus one boiled egg. Thought: it's a privilege to have food.

Read about Israel and Palestine, felt queasy and stupidly useless.

Read about the spray- tanned, uneducable aspiring dictator, and about the water-physics of Loch Ness.

Dinked around on the Chickering piano, stopped, thought of Gaza again. Wondered when I'd die. Picked up a book

about anti-fascist resistance fighters--women in 1940s Italy. Asked myself the usual questions:

who and why am I? Didn't bother to try to answer. Fell back on an old lukewarm but workable directive: do something good for someone else today.

--Hans Ostrom 2023

[rrhannaman]

Dragonfly

Iridescent Wings

Given by a transformative life

Beginning in the water

Where it originally grew up

Beneath its surface

It would one day have to break

To reach new life

With wings

Braving change for flight.

[kneipho]

Men Of Verdun

By  Robert Laurence Binyon

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There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack each a hand. Frogs somewhere near the roadside Chorus their chant absorbed: But a hush breathes out of the dream-light That far in heaven is orbed. It is gentle as sleep falling And wide as thought can span, The ancient peace and wonder That brims in the heart of man. Beyond the hills it shines now On no peace but the dead, On reek of trenches thunder-shocked, Tense fury of wills in wrestle locked, A chaos of crumbled red. The five men in the moonlight Chat, joke, or gaze apart. They talk of days and comrades; But each one hides his heart. They wear clean cap and tunic, As when they went to war. A gleam comes where the medal's pinned: But they will fight no more. The shadows, maimed and antic, Gesture and shape distort, Like mockery of a demon dumb Out of the hell—din whence they come That dogs them for his sport. But as if dead men were risen And stood before me there With a terrible flame about them blown In beams of spectral air, I see them, men transfigured As in a dream, dilate Fabulous with the Titan—throb Of battling Europe's fate; For history's hushed before them, And legend flames afresh. Verdun, the name of thunder, Is written on their flesh.

[wildcaprisun]

To frolic frivolously Chat cheerily Laugh loudly And hug hopefully

Summertime memories mixed with winter, <br> Following footsteps of anonymous automatons,. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

[thismeltingstar]

Driftwood

Lids twitch and flutter in salted agony,

Brilliant light blinds and burns the senses

As rainbow spots swim and dance before me.

Another damned day...

Swiftly, I draw the draperies to,

Not being able to bare the probing rays of sun trying to worm their way into my inky, sullen sanctuary.

The fluff of pillows beckons me back,

Whispering promises of peace,

The type of peace that only death and sleep have to offer.

Sinking in, I feel the velvety caress of blankets evelope my being, tugging me deeper into that world between sleep and wake.

My asylum of thought luls me with tragic tales of past transgressions. 

I drift,

Pitching and rolling in the morose gloom of self loathing regret. 

The undertow of emotions drag me further out,

Out into the manic whirling surge. 

Waves of anxiety and fear wash over me, threatening to violently drown me.

My insides churn and twist uncomfortably.

I thrash about the sea of blankets.

They twist and bind like tentacles groping my flesh.

Finally, the storm subsides.

I’m floating now.

The current carries me back,

Back Into that coma like dreamscape.

Peace has come,

At least for a while

Brittany Cole (thismeltingstar)

[michaelsmorbidlife-blog]

“AnubisGod of Death Raining Destruction upon the populace Yet he brings a calmness to my heart The world slows down I can breathe through the pain and ache The fire inside this Avatar Enclosed within an Ankh Obliterating all but his Chosen Ruling over this Earth Restoring its former Glory and Beauty I watch from the end Pride swells my chest My soul energy entwines his aura Providing energy to the Immortal Being before me My heart among the charms round his neck He surveys his Nakhti Empire Built on hard work and community effort Back to our roots Anubis becomes the God of Life and Death Only his Chosen become Immortals like Himself Nakhti becomes a paradise Eden revisited Earth flourishes and replenishes Herself Anubis, secure in His paradise Turns to his wives I watch, from the end The Fruits of paradise abound The energy of Their passion fills my soul Sated, He meditates Cultivating energy and surveying all His Ankh glows Golden, then Red before subsiding to Obsidian His passing glance sets me afire His nearness when passing by ignites my soul Running chills up my spine Anticipation never fulfilled Too close and thus too far away But content, for His Ascension is complete His Wives everything and more I watch from the end Oh Nakhti, Anubis, the Chosen Paradise fulfilled.”

[melbachristie]

Tribute to Emily

In honor of Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets since I began reading her poems in the sixth grade. I have a collection of books written about her. One of my favorites: “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – (254, 1891) Today is Emily’s Birthday. I wrote a poem a few years back which is published…

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[bkhammoproductions]

Poetry Selections

Quiet in the Library: https://allpoetry.com/poem/12262317--Quiet-in-the-Library--by-Chip-Spice-adult

Erato: https://allpoetry.com/poem/11980645--Erato--by-Chip-Spice

A Shot of Tequila: https://allpoetry.com/poem/12038528--A-Shot-of-Tequila--by-Chip-Spice

Harry Houdini Bird: A Eulogy: https://allpoetry.com/poem/12213798-Harry-Houdini-Bird-A-Eulogy-by-Chip-Spice

Stag: https://allpoetry.com/poem/12048021--Stag--by-Chip-Spice

And my most viewed poem, Danger Girl (3.8k views!): https://allpoetry.com/poem/12098029-Danger-Girl-by-Chip-Spice