OCTOBER 16, 2026 POETRY This Is Who I Am: A Poet PEDRO CAMPOS Groundcover vendor No. 652 I am a happy poet, moving forward, constructivist, and fully proud of my purpose. I love being a poet. When my hand reaches for the pen, I enter a trance, and there is nothing that can stop me from writing. I write to be honest with myself and with others, to crystallize the instant into an idea, and thus transcend myself. Words are bridges, verses, foundations, and the soul, the construction. Therefore I write verses like one who plants trees in the desert: so that one day, someone may find shelter in the shade of what I dreamed. Skin Deep SNOW Groundcover contributor GROUNDCOVER NEWS Away the day KELLI LEE MITCHELL Groundcover contributor Thank you God For the color of my skin That you never misjudge me But you see deeper Past what is solid And you look within Not that I am asking for applause Just feels good to know I'm blessed within That I was made a mystery Open their eyes so they can see clearer Skin is not so solid, it's just temporary if we are honest The sun shines on me, I get darker Being different is foreign not so much akin But freedom is valuable because it is blood bought Help us see more than the shallow surface That there is beauty, in every person who is a gift Bless the usual and unique to which all is free of judgement, skin deep Where we can see deeper than each other's surface And recognize, we were all made by God Martian JASON CHURCH Groundcover contributor In school we got a grade A In the class of how to disintegrate a person. We pull out our great ray gun And just disintegrate a son...... Daughter, mother, father, it does not matter They all get turned to ash matter. We just pull this out and blast at a person Then we have a laugh as the wind blows away the ash after. If all you do is waste time then I would be left with the biggest clock of them all. It could be as large as a tower or a few inches small. What to do with every minute is a constant fear. I wonder if anyone else holds time so precious and dear? Counting makes me dizzy, the hours make me nervous. I’m still waiting because each day I’m cautious and hold it in with fear. Deep breathing helps, but the minutes go slow. Yoga is faster and seconds go quicker. Down dog is my favorite and soon I hope to be a happy baby. No clocks necessary. Away the day again. 15 Killing time KELLI LEE MITCHELL Killing time would be faster if I could master what to do with myself. My pen is now micro and might become large again, if I could just find a way to put away the hen. If the egg came first, then doesn’t that mean the mother creates the egg? When I am confused I contemplate the mother and think what she might make next. Maybe a tree will open up and provide a bed. Maybe she will open up a wardrobe and show me new things inside. Maybe I will sit all alone until I hear myself cry. Maybe then she will provide a tissue.
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