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We received a bunch of poems again, here they are:


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'SNOOT & MUTTLEY'
by Erasmus Nork 2020

Snoot & Muttley
A terryfying short film
from 1984

It unfolds
In an infinite void of darkness

The only thing that exists
In that universe
Are two wingless flamingos
Snoot & Muttley

Surrounded by
A thin facade of fake palmtrees
Vividly rendered cubicles
That function as their abodes

Yet most prominent of all
The immeasurable terror
Of meaningless
Cold empty space

The uncanny valley is high
In this one

But your life
In all likelihood
Is probably not much different


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'HOLOGRAPHIC SPACE'
by Wendy Wormhole 2020

The holographic
image

does not fill
space.

It is
space.


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FOR THOSE WHO GRAZE THE LAND
sent in by Celeste L'Orbesia 2020

Dying planet, dying crops
So we can chew our chops

Grieving tears and heartache,
So we can eat our steak

Sickness and disease
So we can gulp our cheese

Agony and no rest
So we can wear the vest

Never ending sadness
For meat packing madness

We shall mourn the loss
Of the billions of lives lost

Turn a gentle hand
For those who graze the land

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A Poem sent in by Nina de Raadt

I just had a sensual moment with a tree.
It was definitely more than friends.
I think I noticed him first outside in the courtyard.
I hesitated I had never been with a tree before.
I could feel him from afar, he was a strong tree.
And I knew we had things in common.
First I just sat nearby and let myself be shy.
A harsh light shone directly on my back
and casted an exaggerated shadow on the wall I was facing.

I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths.
A young girl with her boyfriend
walked up and sat right by me.
She was curious,
but all I could think about were your
roots underneath me,

When I finally got up and walked over,
butterflies tickled my belly.
I leaned up against him.
It seemed almost unreal,
our bodies connected seamlessly.
Where there were my bones,
his organic shape had dents
and his knobs gently sank in to my muscles.
I had never felt more supported.
I moved my body sensually
up and down his trunk. 
He massaged my back willingly
and with gracious ease.
I whispered a few words to him ,
but I knew what was really being said
was beyond spoken language.
I fingered the wrinkles in his bark,
his imperfections excited me.
I left him after some time for the dance floor.
I just had a sensual moment with a tree.


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A little dutch minimalistic poem sent in by Michaël Brijbag

Hier op de traptreden van het geluk
Komt het nog wel eens voor
Dat ik een appeltje pluk


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INDISCUTABLE
By Fiume 2015

La sueur n'est pas une ennemie

Elle rafraîchit la peut

Et tu aimes son humidité poisseuse

Les inconnus passants et quelque visage familier

Le soleil est aussi chaud comme notre sang

Un destin ou une coïncidence ?

Qui peut prétendre quelle réponse est bonne

Sujette à interprétation

Selon les intérêts dans une situation donnée

Mais les deux positifs donnent un positif

C’est indiscutable

Comme tes mains blanches

Sur un clair de lune brillant