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The Gogetter Feb 25, 2025

Bus Stop

I glanced
just today
at that bus stop,
the one that took me
to LaTrobe University
in 1975.

I remember
Zaida
who drove me
to the bus stop
on my first day
of university.
He gave me
five dollars
and told me
that one day
over a cup of coffee
I could change my life.

He wanted
to be with me
on that special day.
I still recall it
very fondly.

TG
The Gogetter Feb 23, 2025

The Tear Drop

I'm the tear drop
the shape
that holds you in
and keeps you
firm.

I come
in different shapes
and colours,
and in different styles.

The tear drop shape
gives me confidence
when I wear
my clothes.

Not the real tear drop.
I don't need that
at all.
But the shape
above my waist
that makes me feel
like a woman.

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Jokerface82 Feb 23, 2025

SEDATIVE GARDEN

Rain hoods, bathing in lancers
of elf gold summer, splashes
her rich hot body, combing the
Wonderland green shaped

leaves in a picturesque striking
Fantasy of glowing visionary and
Geometrical symmetry with beautiful

Contours that flare showing off her
Balanced Folds and dreamy drapes

Spider chills after designing its
Residence with silk threads cords,
Fibers in a labyrinth maze of complex
puzzles.

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Triskelion Feb 23, 2025

BRAIN TRUMP

when the doctors all studied his ass
they concluded "it's just full of gas"
"but a vein to his brain
lets the flatulence drain
it's insane, but it works, let it pass"

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Ruby Lord Feb 23, 2025

Cadaver

They prop me here, grotesque delight,
for fools who drink each fetid night.
They raise their mugs to toast my grin,
of shrivelled shade on withered sin.

The wenches dance, their hems askew,
to peddle flesh, the old and new.
The coins exchanged, a tarnished fate,
as ale spills thick from pewter plate.

And here I sit, a lifeless jest,
a bone-white ghost in rotting vest.
The landlord claims I bring him trade,
a spectre fixed yet on parade.

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ziggy Feb 22, 2025

Paranoid

I do not play with dice
don't put faith in numbers
as eventuality subtracts the
dire consequences of blunders

Majestic wonderment fades
with the calming of the waves
lapping shores hold silent as
my quiet moon drifts

Beyond my passing time predicts
the agony of our failing grip
this human condition
its onward rendition

At a loss for explanation's
the dire consequences of
destinations dwelling within
the spike of a deep well
where re-vibrations linger