Dylan poetically sang Times they are a changing Goin’ out wearing a sicklied mask even y’all with a Memphis twang lost his valentine now he’s exchanging when staying home was your moral task apparently he didn’t give a dang the world now he’s shortchanging in scorn now you will bask Please use that best practice thang priorities now rearranging drinking water from a Dewars flask

Love this Eddie, c.z

New? from you? wow who knew? Walking on a cloud Some consider my footwear to be... loud? But how? They’re so Now Custom made with love fit beautifully; like a glove A Mississippi Moon now skipping like a poet’s stone knowing I’ll never again be alone Finally Zapatos de vestir they match ... my toenail polish It’s good to be alive today Luna et Luna

was it just too late the need expired liquid ankles perhaps aid required no one cared souls of misfortune passed on horses through the flood sealing of fate water throughout knees exposed clothing ripped off of every pore envisioning terror of the desperate view comes within reach what now appears a gentleman lost his grip of parapluie as he dozed

what‘s not to Love, with this prompt no needed nudge push or shove How Poetic Can I Be? Look Up, What You See, It’s Me Soon Starlight of Luna ...Always Your Moon

Lonely, not Alone tired used to love being wired quickly squirm away beware promise you’ll pay used to care used to share isolation was rare now it‘s everywhere what’s my problem thought you made a list painful now painless tomorrow another twenty four riddled with sorrow feeling sorry for myself, perhaps once my head lifts show me the maps life before finding a better way Hope fills the spaces between each lobe how did it happen, this fresh perspective stopped the take and learned to give that wasn’t all on the ledge awaiting a breeze embracing the fall physicians view enlightened by few years of schooling lack of insight psycho electro group circle square holding hands spitting nickels bootstraps but you already know vodka beer gin whiskey or wine nothing helped this fortress of ice solitude was feeling pretty nice once down crawling with mice not until this after all lost by choice at all cost not with medicine, shock even below zero frost realization occurred someone saw me even reached down past my shirt through the air locked onto my hair never let go not alone lonely no more isolation free no longer a mess there it was, the answer appeared telling me all, everything i feared but i wasn’t speaking the voice wasn’t mine it was... them, they, million a billion no fee no fine I‘m Not Alone, Neither Are You We Fight Together 2019 @czlunapoetry

Celestial mistress moon mother of mars help heal these deepening scars what do you see is it really always me forever seeking your light celestial insight before losing the will to fight shoreline sand shifting obliquely ignoring waves of man so meekly walk with me toward another way joyless pain embracing all grey thrust into this reign of the weak endlessly paying possession fees so bleak mother moon tell of love’s real cost supposedly found all the while lost judge not this depth of measure spare no mercy while withholding pleasure eminence of trust evidence of loves with history tucked into black leather gloves luna darling swear your face changed relentlessness is prearranged precognitive vision of mythical nights embrace the jagged horizon relinquishment invites sadly now words turn into stars growing weary behind these invisible bars reasoning alone is attending a banquet beggin’ through with that theoretical view of heaven save your prayers someone worthy might need them contradictory view is not permission to condemn salvation lies within hurry toward something never been grasp extended limbs ascend into the soul the journey includes climbing through a buttonhole mother of mars keep hearts joined within your sphere viperous threats inconspicuously near ferocious dividends are found in this universe knights of cydonia bless the final traverse

a little Starlight for my Soul Starlight a footlight in darkness our world of death and starkness there is true love even forgiveness as a beacon of light seeking the earth beautifully crystalline this morning star gives birth never chasing this, this Salvation within you lies no condemnation an illuminating path promises elation new found light improving the world darkest mane joyfully twisted & twirled initial curiousness now brighter than a meteor never knowing who to trust made me insecure past now behind realizing this pearl breath of life today shown a new perfect way fretting the dawn of tomorrow within you no sorrow now before one grows old listening primarily as was told hurrying before my blood runs cold life is short no longer a race come closer see it in my face aStonished; poSitivity eruptS

A Spark of Life In Love Forever en amour pour toujours mon amour pour toi est une colombe passionately yours this gift a dove traverse this chasm safely clutch my arm avowal of devotion our life in love together in stride avoiding all harm c’est le vie fresh perspective why feign a maven in your grasp this dream will be together establish an extraordinary haven perfection lies there with thee we meet at night a moonlit street your voice strikes a sultry flame tender sharing one heartbeat torridly near you whisper my name an anxious embrace of lips so sweet your essence stunning beyond compare entangled digits caressing your hand who knows why care cherishing every second enrich and expand a devotional stare my whole world laid bare as evening shatters jupiter appears apologies worthless while retrieving causation a supposed gentleman doesn’t bring tears incessantly seeking spotlights and ovation why inflict distress after so many years mistakes that harm cut too deep care and support leaves no margin of pain misaligned intention forgives not this leap opportunity exists for removal of this stain misery demands emendation before eternal sleep never relive an undeserved laceration of love recall shared perfect passion envision your dreams unequaled lifetimes with patience and solutions thereof Forever in Love

@Lindsi I truly enjoy your art. Each word carries meaning, your style is precise and helps me, as the reader, transport my thoughts where your poetry is pointing. Thank you so much for sharing with us. Poetic in verse, c.z.

strikingly quiet confidence exudes radiance within silence grace blooms every pore sight casting similar etudes finding an alliance Father provides an encore

is 1968 today american champion tommie dons the gold earning ribboned treasure the dais ascent juan’s adornment now an incandescent shimmer nondescript another ran little more nor rarely was heard unifying symbolism brave protest viewed too bold pitchforked mobs spew slurs erupting hate filled bent protests prove ignorance bliss humans now simmer mutual understanding needed then as today coming together seems completely absurd why do i care or how would i know just a white poet so do what you’re told ya see, here’s the thing tommie at oberlin a student field trip i met Tommie Smith and told him i cared he gave me a hug and asked how i felt we spoke somewhat longer real fellowship took home a pennant his autograph proudly shared bigotry at home astonished I cried a young heart left broken with sabre stroke sharply dealt never imagined not in a million years a parent looked up to others saw a legend forgiveness one lessoned learned from tommie it came

stunningly acknowledge striking scales not for weight’s sake flowing romantically through every vein thankfully this time caught through a lens no fisherman‘s food unknowingly fake a hidden barb swallowed is terminal pain inspirational poets must now wield pens the Son blessed water turned into wine smallest of creatures thriving in aqua capture a moment sightly phenomenon ocular spectacle of this so divine this world space makes your fin a malaca emblazoned indigo such grace left upon breathlessly witness an ocean a shrine gifting my day with a wink and a shaka gratefully viewing an unbeknownst swan

Ode to my inner child (running is where I chose to align here

I love this Lady. I had a different view as those took me back to life as a kid. You hit the “sweet” spot for sure. I enjoy how you write

Ok here’s my take y’all when I was a child, we ran through the woods, the snow and some creeks we’d sneak dirty Playboys from the older kids dads we weren’t being crazy just living life taller than most with really red cheeks our world-view assignment was not prearranged except during school as teachers bells rang who could influence what students really wanted try listening for once we always taunted we sure didn’t care as we danced after class we thought we were cool our voices had changed happy is doing as our hearts ached with danger being a student was a challenge at best enjoying every moment with vigor or swagger learning is life figuring out what just happened finally studied enough to not be The Stranger

I thought that “Maybe” I’d leave a comment to tell you how much impact that you packed into a few words. There’s No Maybe about how much I enjoyed this poem. Thank you Felicia

Grazie per la pubblicazione, sono particolarmente commosso dalla frase "Alba felice, fino a percorrere la linea dell'illusione". Eccezionale, c.z.

wait, there‘s two one for the lock the other, it’s old but looks new funny things; keep us out momentarily shut off from treasure devout skeleton without a heart perhaps it opens someone maybe in dream gave mine to you then we were done never saw it coming but sure did my part you were once an uncommon theme today my lock tomorrow just a meme

You say So much, nicely done. Thank you , very impressive & dynamic