bark on the old tree
i would become an artist
just to draw this bark
one day i will be a tree
one day i will feel better
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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bark on the old tree
i would become an artist
just to draw this bark
one day i will be a tree
one day i will feel better
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2023
you placed your foot upon my shadow
resolutely stopped me leaving
so i’m asking why you won’t let me kiss you
every time you petal your thighs
all the angels commit suicide
a field of red puff shudderings
as far as the eye can see
you placed your foot upon my shadow
resolutely stopped me leaving
so i’m asking why you won’t let me know you
and whenever you peddle your lies
all the demons almost believe you
but i didn’t make it rain this time
so you cannot blame me
you placed your foot upon my shadow
resolutely stopped me breathing
so step off, bitch
by TONY SINGLE
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miss cooking for him
and on most days, for her, too
I cook anyway
energy needs assistance
I thrive on this love
by TREMAINE L. LOADHOLT
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no one wants to die
no one wants to say goodbye
no one wants to cry
void their headstone of the lie
that there is a by the by
by TONY SINGLE
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Saint Anthony at church
Was left in the lurch,
So he went to the ditches
And preached to the fishes.
They wriggled their tails,
In the sun glanced their scales.
The carps, with their spawn,
Are all thither drawn;
Have opened their jaws,
Eager for each clause.
No sermon beside
Had the carps so edified.
Sharp-snouted pikes,
Who keep fighting like tikes,
Now swam up harmonious
To hear Saint Antonius.
No sermon beside
Had the pikes so edified.
And that very odd fish,
Who loves fast-days, the cod-fish,
The stock-fish, I mean,
At the sermon was seen.
No sermon beside
Had the cods so edified.
Good eels and sturgeon,
Which aldermen gorge on,
Went out of their way
To hear preaching that day.
No sermon beside
Had the eels so edified.
Crabs and turtles also,
Who always move low,
Made haste from the bottom
As if the devil had got ’em.
No sermon beside
The crabs so edified.
Fish great and fish small,
Lords, lackeys, and all,
Each looked at the preacher
Like a reasonable creature.
At God’s word,
They Anthony heard.
The sermon now ended,
Each turned and descended;
The pikes went on stealing,
The eels went on eeling.
Much delighted were they,
But preferred the old way.
The crabs are backsliders,
The stock-fish thick-siders,
The carps are sharp-set,
All the sermon forget.
Much delighted were they,
But preferred the old way.
by ABRAHAM A SANCTA-CLARA (1644-1709)
Public Domain Poetry