Week 38 Thursday Rally Poetry Highlight

Welcome to Thursday Poets Rally Week 38 Poetry Highlight. 

Nearly 150 poems are presented here. Extraordinary talents showed up and this week, and we - The Thursday Rally team were glad to host the event. 

Next Poets Rally Week 39: March 3-9, 2011

Enjoy the delicious poetry (in no particular order) and thank you very much for being faithful supporters and followers of Thursday Rally.

I am Blaga and it was a pleasure to offer you this treat.

Special thanks to Jingle for making Thursday Rally possible and incredibly enjoyable. 

We love you very much Jingle.

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Another beginning - Leo

Another beginning

Changes develop
Excitement flares
Gestures hearten
Insecure jocund
Kismets; lustrous
Mind nostalgic
Obfuscates possibility
Questions rise
Stagnating talks
Usurps visions
Willingly xeric
Yede zany

Zealousy yon
Xenial wishes
Vivid understanding
Takes shape
Resounding quiet
Patiently omnifies
New mindset
Lifts kainophobia
Joy inundates
Heart gleefully
Fueled eagerly
Daunting cause
Becomes achievable

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Multiverse – Magdalena Herman

Emptiness, space

Was there a universe?

Big Bang started all with no grace

And a humble blaze

Then the life was born in one

Parallel worlds were gone

From the minds by the wind blown

In which one day the memory was supposed to be reborn

One idea started the flow

Which will continue from now on

People had to have something to frown upon

They created theories thousand pages long

But where is the truth?

And where lies the spoof?

If we can’t answer, then let’s move

On, thankful to multiverse whatever it can prove

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Symphony of love - Rajlakshmi

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All hail the drama queen - Aleza

A drama queen?
Why, what do you mean?

I’m merely a princess
who’s making a scene.

My royal desire
spreads like wildfire
(doused in gasoline

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Promise of a true bond – Hema Rao

When everything around you is bleak

And you just have nothing to speak,

To feel a pair of hands

That makes you feel someone understands;

When you are at a cross-road

Not sure to step on which board,

To guide you to a correct destination

 Without the least hint of hesitation;

When you are happy and standing tall

For achieving something great or small,

To laugh with you and share your joy

Like a kid playing with a new toy;

When you are filled with guilt

And wish you could go down the silt,

To forgive you and take you in the arms

And talk to you without any qualms;

When you can take it no longer

And forces against you are much stronger,

To stand by you and support you whole-heartedly

And pass on the strength most joyously;

When you are angry and hurt

And feel like tearing yourself apart,

To soothen you and make you calm

Much more efficient than a pain balm;

When you reveal your secret wish

Of doing something very silly or ticklish,

To understand your childish ways

And laugh it away without any frays;

When you are sick and feeling unwell

And would like to rest in a cosy cell,

To nurse you and bring you back to life

Without making you feel the strain on self;

When someone who is very dear

Has been pulled off from you too far,

To make sure you have another

Who can take you across without any fear;

Is the promise of a true bond !!!

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I seek spring in vain - Jingle
 

I seek spring in vain

From the trace of your footsteps,

I search cure for pain

from the tears welling up in my eyes.

I fear going astray,

But no way is the right way.

Winding downward,

I see that each river finds its path to ocean,

Every choice leads to the home of emotion.

I dream of sitting on a swing,

Hearing the birds sing,

Tree leaves bend in soft breeze,

Flowers wink to the seen.

Thoughts fall on earth,

Wait for a rebirth.

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We walked -  Lady Nimue

Hand in hand,
we always walked,
no matter day
or the hours of dark.

You being my eyes
I be your words
together we make
better of the worst.

I be your music
you sing the songs
in the language
to world, unknown.

You hold me close
when desires tempt
and show me light
where peace dwelled.

I  pull you back
when madness rules
and ease the pains
that trouble you.

Hand in hand,
I wanted to walk,
till you let me free
to explore the dark.

Tainted I now feel,
to hold your hand
pain is all i will get
in your dream land.

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Wordless Thoughts – Tweety

Chaos

Hurt

Pain

Running away

To keep sane

You

Me

Us

What remains

Just a fuss

Life

Love 

Hate

All pre-written

In cards of fate

Death

Soul

Lost

For having loved

I paid the cost

Dreams

Night

Day

Screaming loud

Yet nothing to say

Burn

Time

Heal

Each hurt

I feel.

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To spring, the fall must come – Life between the lines

I borrowed sensations

from a Ruisseau near

Madeleine. I dipped my

tongue in, then my pen.

And I let it run.

But in the end, it was

always the men. They

never made amends, why?

They had reached the end.

Settled!

Then befriend…

I can’t say I was that

precocious child thrown

into a sordid story, not

this time. This time

around I knew. I was

broken, broken in, broken

into, broken down, broken.

There was nowhere in sight,

refusing to wallow or hide

instead I tied and swallowed.

I ravelled past ubiquitous

dealings and misled triumphs

and proceeded to ride back.

I yearned for the mount,

rode to the heights, going

high, higher, to Nanga Perbot,

Manashu trying to reach:

X-tassy.

—Not here, nor there,

in dark tunnels and hidden

places. The trick was to get

past this and begin anew,

renewed, not forlorn.

SPRING!

That was it.

I pulled a cigarette, stared

at it, fingering it as he,

licked it-stuffed tobacco!

It tastes like bitterness,

but I held onto it with a

smile. Tomorrow is today.

We’ll light it up when you

come.

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Friends – Dead Poet

You walked into my life so quietly
I did not hear the door opening,
Or the sound of footsteps echoing
Through these empty halls,
So silent, even the sound of
A pin dropping could be heard
Before it touched the ground.

Yet here you are, always smiling,
Waiting patiently as I let out
All this darkness I feel inside,
And even then, you don’t give up
On listening to what I have to say
Nor do you listen and walk away
I find myself wondering why
You take so much pain to care.

Or maybe I’ve just hardly met,
People who puts up with others
That show such little gratitude
In what they have received in life
And I’m always so stuck in the past
The present leaves me behind
I get more lost, and dizzy everyday
Yet somehow you help me find my way
To a patch of dry and solid ground.

Where would I be without you,
Always there to catch me as I fall
What would I do without you
When I’ve got so much to share
I don’t even know why
I let you read me like an open book
But no one knows me better
Than if you’d written every page.

You’ve done so much to mend me
From the inside, you keep me sane
More than I would care to be anyways
In every possible way, you make me smile
And know just what to say.
Even when I don’t want the dead
Feelings inside of me to go away,
You lock them up and swallow the key.

So my dear and much cherished friend,
I just want to say, that no matter
How far the distances tear us apart,
I’ll always be around to lend an ear
Or a shoulder if you ever need,
I’ll try my best to pick you up when you fall,
And lock up the sadness behind jokes,
I’ll do my best to be there for you
Through the brightest sun and dullest rain,
All for you my dearest friend.

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When doorways frozen break open - Not a tame blog

I would let it flow
I would tell you what has
My smile
Locked inside

My heart is locked
And what is unsaid
Fades into a
Distance far off but still tethered

I would heed your words
And let it go
If I could
If my soul only bent that way

Every moment falls on us
But will not pass gently away
Cold pleasing words
Give the lie to my burning heart

Days pass like
Echoing laughter and
Doorways frozen break open
And explode like the locks on my heart

To admit you
And you alone 

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Don’t weep my lady – Megzone

O dear lady do not weep

Your tears are wasted in vain

Heartless souls, no feelings deep

Yet, for them you cry in pain

Your forlorn tears don’t even seep

Bleak their minds, who should be slain

They know not how to take care of thee

O dear lady, just let them be..

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The Phoenix – Sina

Too much change has really changed me

And I’ve changed as much as that!

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Hundred thousand days have passed

Since the other day I gasped…

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All the lovers have gone missing

One more time I’ve missed them all

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Countless faces I have faced and

Lots of walks of life I’ve walked

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Many heart aches I’ve recovered

As I’ve mended every wound

 ~

So much hatred I have filtered

As I’ve loved all; bad or good

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I’m a newborn; I’m a newbie

I’ve been born and born again

 ~

Every birth has cost me one or two

Or thousand billion more on end…

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Spare them – Wanjiku

In the future they will braid grass

Seated on the same which they spin

In and out without much thought

They braid

A skill passed on to them

By the mothers before their’s

Teaching them how best to spin the yarn

Too long stories of their past their history

With their still young hands

They grasp

Grasp what their past held

Shake their small braided heads in marvel

And reckon they have quite the words

To quickly quell the raging storms

They draw on the scalp of the grass their sole dreams

Of how they will tell of their past in their future

They smile and laugh frivolously

Then sober up at the reality that some day

They will be the mothers of their mother’s

And some child with a play station

Will wonder about braiding grass

And will not question their past

And they will hit away the marked board

And the lighted box in front will have more marks

These kids will google their past

Their finger will not tease the soil

Into telling it’s tales

Their ground will be of hard stone

The smell of the union of rain water and soil

Will be seen behind the 3D googles

And the stories spun will be of weight loss bordering anorexia

Long discarded will be the child-bearing hips

The cup-less burst size and

The boys will woo girls

In their parents home

The tact long forgotten

In some future they will remember

Braiding grass, yarning tales

And the frivolous laughter they used to have

And wish the time would freeze so

They remain little persons forever

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Walking home- Words Worth  Millions

We walked the same road
For years
There was not a sign board
To tell me where we were
There was not a milestone
To tell me how far
We have traveled.

There were ups and downs
But we walked together
And we came to a crossroad
One road led to our home
A life of togetherness
The other had temptations.

So we parted ways
And I walked home alone
Faithless, heartbroken
With confusion and tears
Dreading the very life
I always wanted to live.

Trodding on thorns
Battered, bleeding
And almost hopeless
Sinking like a wrecked ship
But the North Star shone, guiding me
Through strong gale and storm
Looking up at my guiding star
I knew I could not give up
I had to keep walking.

I am still walking
And I know, someday I will reach home
With no regrets
For having traveled the road I chose.

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Hey, Old Man Winter – Thingy

With melting snow, a child's treasure

rusty keys, lopped Barbi heads

close your eyes, inhale the March

shake icy farts off flower beds

baseball training, Harley pops

hearts aflutter, hope anew

back porch reveals old frozen mops.

I stand and stretch, shake

winter blues, curse my neighbor's

 forgotten rake

not only tool, but baby jesus

Santa, Rudolph, a child's bike

lumps of leaves, lacy bras,

brown Christmas tree, I do not like.

As warmth unfolds winter's droppings

my mind leaps forward

to sandy beach ploppings.

Til then, I think I'll close the door

rejoice and wait for coming Spring

Oh there's the object 

I've been looking for,
Bathasar, the missing king!
A thermos cup and one blue sock,
Halloween mask and summer croc.

Enough of this Pandora's box
I'm just not ready for a cleaning Spring
Perhaps just one more dust of snow,
a baby blanket of winter's bling?

Just a touch,
not too much

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Every line in his face - Ina

every line in his face she knows well

every spot on his skin is so  dear

as he sleeps

while she reads

as he reads

while she eats

as they go through their daily routine

stumbling through old age and ignoring old pain

so much said

during  soothing silence of being together

the thought that one day he might be gone

is the only cry in her nights

is her fear

and only then

she is one minute

lonely

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Who is this I see – Lonely Recluse

Who is this I see,
 Staring back at me,
Can it really be,
 Is it truly me,
 .
What are these blue eyes,
Who did me advise,
They I must chastise,
For showing my eyes,
 .
Why did I decide,
From home to be pried,
Gone is my old hide,
Out of safety pried,
 .
Now I am on show,
I wish I could go,
The people forgo,
I feel a freak show.

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Humanity – iBeing me

In past days I’d find myself more content
to sit and stare outside of windows and people.
In present days I’d find myself content to change,
distort and perceive what I called,
meaning, to shelter my insights from the world
as a hidden treasure.
In future days I’d find myself learning,
the world isn’t a cruel place, nor is it loving,
those words are too subjective to be realistic,
no I’d find the world is, and nothing more.

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The bitter end – Cha’s palette

The sun shall never compare,
to the warmth soaking in her skin.
His probing eyes gently staring at her,
drowning all her fears within.
His touch, his sweet smile,
telling her everything will be okay;
Like it has always been,
an eternity ago.

His hand perfectly fitting hers,
clasping hers.
And she knows that the battle has been finally won.
All the years she keeps on running away
are finally over.
He is right there, infront of her,
within her reach.

His lips touching hers in a union so surreal,
locking himself in.
Teasing.
Tasting.
Her inhibitions slowly fading,
her pride, her fears all are gone.
She stopped fighting her ideal bonds,
fearlessly succumbing to her mortal shards.
Feeling.
Breathing him in.
Losing herself.

Just then, the dream starts vanishing,
reality slowly sinking in…

He is sleeping peacefully in her arms,
eyes closed.
His chest heaving rhythmically rising and falling.
Arms enveloping her.
Limbs wrapping her in a deadly embrace.
And she is just staring.
Thinking.
Taking all in.
Keeping each detail in her memory,
preserving each moment in her heart and soul.
Knowing it would soon be over.

And so it is.

The hourglass is almost empty now,
she is on her half-waking dream.
He began to walk away,
closing every door behind him.
Taking steps away,
away, away from her.
Not looking back.

He got what he always wanted,
her heart and soul.
She got what she always deserved,
her death.

He is lost to her forever,
while her name, he can no longer remember.
She is left alone,
on hollow corners of her memory.

Slowly dying,
tears falling.
Facing her bitter end.

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Tender heart of stone - Intuition 

I have been blocked Internally

I am unable to love normally

I am trying to heal

but its taking its tole

My tender heart has turned to stone

I am trying to love yet there is nothing to look for

The anguish…the pain…oh so much more

You must see what is happening to me

I wish i was free to love your way

But “Free” is not coming my way

I dont know what more I can  say

Logic seems to dictating my way

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The swan - Scotia Nightpoetry 

Last summer I took a photograph of a Swan
Arriving with little fuss, a great big, majestic white Swan
It swam towards the shore, this Swan
Set apart from the others, a lone Swan
Her image reflected but there was just one Swan
No prissy preening required, this Swan
Knew how beautiful she was; a turning-heads Swan
Gracefullly moving back and fro, a Swan
In a fashion show, feathered perfect, head held Swan
Like with eyes to the front, a dedicated, professional Swan
So aloof, yet craving attention, a slightly desperate Swan
With the backdrop of the sun setting, a scene-stealing Swan
Who delighted in being a Swan

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 Pull of the moon - Tigerbite 

In sleep my spirit flies into the vast expanse of sky

free of gravity and of flesh I see my special star go by.

Looking up from the earthly plane in new morning or at night

my star is there to guide me and reassure me in my plight.

When I ride the heavens silken moonbeams light my path

like a moth on waves of ecstasy I am sucked beyond the dark

The magnetism of the Moon Goddess bids me enter her delight

where I stay to learn her secrets in the luminescent light.

What a mystery it is how her light is bathed upon the earth

to tempt us into ascension from the matter of our birth.

And penetrate the heady realms of love which is our right

To reach the realms of spirit whilst our bodies sleep tonight.

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The rhythm - Kevin

We perform for audiences
I will happily write for one
There was a time I’d take anyone
But with the days I’ve endured in breath and beauty
Magnificent people have grew to me
Both in spirit and good will
For an open ear but really a heart to lend
They are what we’ll remember in the end
Certain ones – for which we’d hop, skip, and bend
Our love is what will remind us reason to stand by that which we believe in
Love and life flow with a rhythm that can change with the seasons
The ebb and flow within these paths cannot be rationalized with reason
A collective infusion of gold souls incapable of treason
We will fight the good fight
Inspire light in place of darkness
Hold for those you can no longer
Bound to one another by our desire to fuel the fire and carry on
I will carry you if that is what you need
But do please tread gently because though strong willed- I too bleed
So let us bathe in the good lord’s grace without the need
Let us soak in the pouring rain and plant like seeds
Connected with one another and with the Earth
Brothers and sisters until the hearse
Better to be, better because, better together both living and buried with our love

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Fargle-Wargle - Poetry of Asian

The riumphed song of Fargle-Wargle rang into the night,
Wings in tatters outspread,
Lust hongorous for the fleeble world through more fleeble might.
Desire gorgified.

Jonking of dark scaled beasts reverberate in celebration,
Thousand of burnt flags raised,
Shouts and beatings of snyls slowly rise in escalation.
Demonstrations of praise.

The riumphed song of fargle-wargle came to its own end
Claws brought angrily forth.
Dattering of feet only against the silence would rend,
Before him his life’s worth.

Flames as if from hell erupt before the fargle-wargle,
Pleasure emanating
From his sinified smile, hands, wings, and every gesture,
Sky filled with his being.
Flames, eternal flames consume his rotting fleeble being,
Silence, all dead silence.

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Our Monster We Feed - Pull of the sun

Feed the monster to pay it back
Feed the monster to pay it back
We feed the monster to pay it back
We feed the monster to pay it back
We’ve fed our monster to pay it back
Our monster we’ve fed to pay it back
Our monster we feed to pay us back
The monster we feed is paying us back
We feed pay back
We pay feed back
We feedback
Feedback
Feedback
Back

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Cute tunes of nature - Someone Is Special 

‘Hey, I told you it was all fine.’
He then knew it was a clear sign
That they were in the same sweet boat,
And some wave will keep ‘em afloat !

Their walk so melodious and richly flowing;
Smiles and joy came along glowing.
They picked every leaf and lonely flower
That lay on the way, hour after hour !

He heard her heart and mind so clear
Not once did they need words to near
Grand attire on cute young feet
A treat to watch a print so neat !

Time may pass and they may grow
Change has lots of secrets to throw
Their shoes may not fit them that time
And their talk may not sound sublime !

But deep in their hearts firmly set
Was a feeling of comfort they always met;
Every friend knows that this is love
One that does not need any dove !

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Surrender seeking - Neesha

body is seeking shadows
looking in doorways
for hands, mouth
the presence in strangers
the body is counting
in deep breaths
it hears footfalls on the stairs
life tightens its grip around body’s neck
sensation of falling stars runs under skin
electric
body is seeking shadows
A little death/dance.

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Clerihew -Uma

Took a flight to London,Mr.Kannan 
to see his one month old grandson
As soon as he landed he went to embrace
his grandson who peed at his face

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The wanderer - Shashi

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In the search of meaning

Of life

Some times, one floats all alone

Carried by flow of sensual river

Wanderer tries to hold on to

Twigs of

Memories, thoughts feelings and experiences

That comes along

Yet, flowing too becomes meaningless

In search of meaning

Without knowing, what it means

But still with the inherent push of senses

Of mind

Of living

Of river’s flow

Wanderer floats on and on…

Looking back some times

Sometimes, longing

To cling to the shores

That seems so peaceful and calm

In remaining where they are

Still in touch

Still attached with the flow

Yet not going anywhere

How easy it seems to stay

Where you are

Caught between two mirrors

Of life and living

Wanderer reflects infinitely

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I'll pray for you - Sam

Out of thin air… they were there

Two men with beards… and covered hair

We are men of wisdom… the elder said

We can tell the future… what lies ahead

In your eyes I see… you’re not so well

You’re lost inside… that I can tell

Your body is here… your heart is not

Your mind is roaming… surely it’s out

He handed me a paper… told me not to unfold

Asked me questions… at numbers he wrote

In moment of magic… I was amazed

The answers I gave… were already in my hand

He said my son … you believe we are true

I’ll expect you now… to pay what is due

Without hesitation… I handed him his request

Deep inside… I was under his spell

He shook my hand… as he turned to leave

Your luck will change… just believe

Of this confusion… you will be through

Trust me son… I’ll pray for you

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Just a woman - Scent of my heart

 

I wish I could be the sun, to shine over

planets of miracles and understanding.
I wish I was the ocean, to bridge over

difficulties, make sadness turn into a foam.

To be a wave crashing the brown of the rocks,

leaving no sign from the salt in the water.

To be a storm, destroying everything,

keeping me apart from dreams and beauty.

I want to feel like a flower in the forest,
like a puff of freedom brought by the wind,

like rain kissing the grass in a boundless land.

But after all, I remain just a woman …

 

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Heading home - Jamie Dedes

3 p.m. and excited, I am heading home little realizing she is too,

packing my bag with that refined sense of glorious freedom that

comes on Fridays, knowing that there will be no classes, none -

for two days – no classes, freedom – packing my dark-blue cloth bag

pocketing a pink lipstick to put on once past the convent grounds,

happy in a shuttle bus to the Long Island Rail Road and Flatbush.

Tickets are two-something and the sites and smells of Brooklyn beckon.

I look forward to the Hudson and concrete sidewalks and city parks

and the mulberry trees that stand guard outside our apartment complex.

I think of her, Teresa Margaret, not realizing she too is heading home.

·

I think of her thick dark curls and wide purple lips, clear olive skin

and hands that flit like a hummingbirds from this to that to this again,

her sensible flat-heeled shoes, pastel shirtwaist dresses, and red lipstick,

the jodhpurs, brown boots, crop for riding, a thing she did and excelled at.

Who paid for that, I wondered, and for the stash of stone and plaster horses

that stand and wait mostly abandoned at our grandmother’s one block away.

I remember when I saw her laugh, eyes sparkling, curly pony tail bopping -

it seemed to jiggle with delight, the smiles that seemed foreign to her face

but were nice to see. So I put on my lipstick, thinking how skinny my lips are

not bold and generous like hers. My hair is fine and silky, not thick and frizzy

and coarse like hers. I am fine-boned. She is big-boned, my big sister is big.

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She rides horses, did I say that? I’m headed home. The train sings as it passes

town after town along its way until we arrive at Jamaica, Queens – a hub -

where I change trains. I’m headed home where mom will serve up her anger in

bowls of pressure cooked chicken and potatoes, where plaster falls like mana,

water pipes rattle and shower water is icy, sometimes rusty. I’m headed home,

little realizing Teresa Margaret is headed home too, winging her way on a DC10

from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, cold in a wooden box, colder bullet in her head. 

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When the thaw comes - Meanwhile, back at the ranch

When the thaw comes

I’ll rip off these clothes

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burn my wool sweaters
and boots with the fur
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hide the blankets away
and cool down the tea
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let the sun touch my bare skin
-
set the animals free
-
drown my scarves in the water that rushes the draw
-
and scream all the cold out my lungs…
-
when the thaw comes…
when the thaw comes…
when the thaw comes…

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I love/the idea of / you - TC

My foolish naïve valentine,
When will i confess?
That I keep my emotions safe,
They’re too hard to express.

My precious naïve valentine,
Who gives and never takes,
Who loves me unconditionally
When all I do is hate.

My lovely naïve valentine,
You make me feel brand new.
I need you in my life because,
I’d be loveless without you

My clueless naïve valentine,
I’m sorry I lead you on.
I think I will continue to
All though I know its wrong.

my simple naïve valentine,
You deserve someone true.
The only thing i really love,
is the idea of you.

I can’t bring myself to tell you the truth
Maybe one day You’ll read this and know its about you.
I know I’m selfish, I’m sorry.

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“push“ - Caribbean Fool

played around with
everything i could find to
make me forget the phone
wasn’t ringing. involved
in steps toward higher speed
with a book of matches, i
got lost in the passing hours
& let go of whatever it was
that’d been bothering me.
slipped through a crack in
the door to the porch perched
above the asphalt; another
cigarette salutation waved
towards the frozen parking lot
passing another night by sticking
out an asphalt tongue trying
to catch snowflakes that haven’t
started falling. the asphalt stares
me down while i shiver & smoke.
half a cigarette is enough to
convince me to retreat towards
indoor warmth.
back inside, bright light-bulbs
shoot photons around the room
while warm air gets a push
from vents scattered around
ceiling & floor. unsure of what is
supposed to come next,
i turned out most of the lights
& imagined falling into bed next to
a pair of eyes & hands & feet;
it ain’t the real mccoy but it’s
readily available. there’s time
later to invent meaning out of
whole-cloth; applied to the
never ending evening, how can
any of us be sure who came out
ahead?

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Mist and the Bog - Thoughts Not Lost

Through the mist and fog
tiresome, troublesome bog.
Aged girl sits, cleans mist from her brow.
Frown lines crease, “isn’t this something.”
Drip, drip the dew swirls through air.
Trees hidden, hills made to disappear.
Air fills lungs, a sigh all that’s audible.
“Well, isn’t this something,” she says.
Collects her belongs and moves along-
trusting that what she can’t see is still in fact there.
Faith in the innate her dominant trait.

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Plain white page - Mike Patrick

The plain white page is not a threat;
As a challenge, it is perceived.
Tis only with the touch of ink
The emptiness can be relieved.

A poet’s muse demands the time
Before the empty, yearning page.
A sleepless night, the price we pay,
For something more than any wage.

The meter, rhyme and searched iambs
Sometimes combine in perfect thought.
And only then relieves the stress,
In beauty, as a poem wrought

A reader then completes the call
With any heart-felt praise at all.
At last, the poet can rest the quill
The plain white page did finely fall.

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Emprisoned spirit - Sam 373

Dear Kindred Spirit,
Fluttering in the wind.
A slave of life;
A prisoner
Anchored to this reality;
Oh how you wish to be free.
Free from that to which you are chained;
Chained so securely;
So that in your convulsive, spasmodic dance
You will not happen upon your quest
Knowing that death is not a place to be
But a transition to be made,
From one reality to the next.

How far, Dear Spirit can you see;
From your fluttering perch so high?
How soon will you rest from your lack of control?
Fore it’s by another’s hand you are thrown
But know, not ever away.
The direct ion to which is merely a tease
A taste but never a swirl,
A sip but never a gulp!  Gulp…gulp, gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp…

Oh how you wish to be free.
But freedom is in the moment
To see,
To comprehend that what is, is.
To learn from all that is seen
And heard above that clamorous roar
Of indecision and greed.

Dear Kindred Spirit,
Fluttering in the wind.
A slave of life;
A prisoner
Anchored to this reality;
Oh how you wish to be free.
Free from that to which you are chained;
Chained so securely;
So that in your convulsive, spasmodic dance
You will not happen upon your quest
Knowing that death is not a place to be
But a transition to be made,

FROM ONE REALITY TO THE NEXT

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Galore - Papo

I have to say
conversations
have calmed
like a storm,
that went
from real crazy
then right back
to the norm,
with a
silence that
no longer
holds on to its warm,
so much
might as well leave
right where
the edges are torn,
which i know
is like
erasing the moment
you were reborn,
why restart
to go back
so far
from the board,
repetitive
routines
just need
a little bit of dashes of more,
unless the plate
is full of shit
that only makes
you adore,
what doesn’t make
any sense
so why bother
trying to explore,
the bad
if it only brings
all that
and galore

with shit

that aint

right

ignore,

because

that’s all

you’re going to get

if you implore for more

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Sealed within - Riika 

The
Dark
will never fade
The
Light
will always spread
The
Wood
will never bloom
The
Flower
will always smile
The
Time
will never be forgotten
The
Return
will always be in the past
Sealed within a cover
Only to release
everything
in a flash
Truth will never be a lie
And neither a lie will ever be a truth
E solo il fedele vedrà la via di un altro mondo

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Mighty Might - Fear is not pertinent

I want to freeze till I can no longer think
I want to stare till I can no longer see
We live in a beautiful world
With ugly souls
Nothing to stand in our way but ourselves
Bring your thoughts back
Remember what brought you here.
Don’t procrastinate your life away
But sometimes mindlessness leads to greatness
And sometimes you find what you’ve been looking for
We live in a beautiful world
With ugly souls
Live high
Live mighty
Live life by fighting for what you believe
Love like no one can interfere
And sing like no one can hear you in the middle of a crowd
You’re off key and they will judge you
And praise you for carelessness
This is what you’ve been waiting for.

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Warring foes - Vishwas  

The people from Sparta are wishing to slay,
And score a hatrick of victories with much to say,
They hoist their flags of joy in prepared hay,
Bustling into their strides to force their way.
.
Mammoths are looking to make a massive change,
To trample any team that sizes them to range,
In a lazy eloquence that’s fantastically strange,
They wield their might with stakes to re-arrange.
.
The Warriors have it in them to gallantly fight,
Shooting arrows of victory to stamp their might,
And proclaim their worth on a fearsome kite,
Tactics of war are their forte and no one’s taking them light.
.
Dragons are breathing fire like never,
Adding fuel to their plans to smoke others forever,
They’re fierce and strong and also raveningly clever,
Watch out for a battle with a unique flavour.
.
The Romans would look to do it best at home,
Expanding their empire as they build their dome,
They’re afflicted with quite a warring syndrome,
To vanquish their opponents in a crumbling comb.
.
Trojans are looking for a kingdom to defeat,
And scale the walls with all their feat,
They look to crush the teams like minced meat,
Coming out on top is an arduous task to meet.
.
Sultans are raring to go on a fight of authority,
Showing strengths of courage with touches of audacity,
A sultanate of power for the world in generosity,
To conquer it all with a wave of ferocity.
.
Mongols have a way of effectively tackling,
As their schemes are known to be utterly baffling,
The art of scoring is what causes much rattling,
To win their art of war is what leaves everyone battling.

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Silence - aynsley7

Today we sat in silence
me, and twenty other people
but I sat by myself
totally
and utterly
alone
We were supposed to sit and
be
be alone
or with God
take time
out of the day
to reflect
I did
thinking only of my sin
thinking only of what I’d done
to my God
whom I  love most
and it hurt me
I wanted not only to be silent
but to be deaf and blind
I do not deserve the goodness of this day
the sunshine on my face
the warm breeze in my hair
and all I can feel is guilt
I don’t want others to see me
and then I don’t care
It doesn’t matter if they see my tears
God can see them
God knows
He sees my guilt
sees my want to repent
but then
“Are you really guilty for your sin
or are you just scared of the consequences
maybe you just want people to like you
You’re doing a damn poor job of it,
by the way,
but does it even matter what they think?
You’re pitiful
You’re not ashamed of your sin
you’re just a pitiful, broken human
afraid of your own shadow
afraid of the pain
afraid of what others will think of you
afraid of what I will think of you
afraid of the punishment
afraid of hell.”
I’m not sure who said this to me
myself?
God?
the Devil?
but whoever it was
was right
damn them
and I felt guiltier because of it
because I know of my sin
and I know of the nails in the precious hands
and I know I put them there
and I don’t know if I feel guilty about my sin
or not
and I am not sure if I could have prevented the sufferings of my Lord
I am just a pitiful, poor, broken, human
afraid of what the future will hold

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Spar - A.B. Thomas

My isn’t this the typical –
Two in an alley behind a bar
To pull the other into combat –
Not really so avid when one sees his verbal assaults
Results to intent of the other to mar.

Hush such whine-
O’er a mere trickle of blood from nasal flesh,
No less –
Save such noise for when your skin
Akin takes to that of a fisher’s mesh.

What? A sob –
Not was it a minute less than twenty,
With quiet assure –
Boast of your wrath to make an angel tremble
Assemble did you a listening audience plenty

Shush your whimper –
Roar you did that you could beat the devil,
To Hell and back –
Well, here I am afore you
Do you of your boast’s bravado opt to bevel?

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Nightfall - Bodhirose 

Nightfall arrives swiftly

Ianthine shades the horizon

Ghostly duskiness turns pitchy dark

Hypnotic visions permeate my mind

Trees take on silhouettes of claw-like specters

Fallen leaves blow about in tight whirlwinds

Alive come mysterious beings

Lingering here and there in the shadows

Lurking and flittering until the first dim light of dawn

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Oh my Ophelia - Leiffy V

Oh my Ophelia
Gift of many gods, fragile life which gives us hope
Pride of your father, life to your mother
The Bard wove words about you
Loving you more than forty thousand brothers could

Oh my Ophelia
You can be anything you wish
Greatest of heroines, sweetest of princesses
The cosmos open anew to a gentle soul
Like the blooming of a snowy dawn colored flower of May

Oh my Ophelia
I’ve given you the name most treasured
For someone I could never spawn
You deserve the honor of my heart
The only gift I could ever give you

Oh my Ophelia
Make this universe into your playground
Weave your subtle magic on others
Bring light and hope to the dark hearted
Be the joy of this Grim Skald

Oh my Ophelia
Until the day we finally meet
When you enter reality from the womb
A healthy, vibrant being in an existence gone mad
Rest my Ophelia, rest

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Dream world - Frayed Edges 

The racing brain came to a grinding halt

at the edge of consciousness,

jostling the passengers inside.

Riders recomposed, shaking off a reverie

Collecting their belongings,

each one disembarked at the junction

between reality and dream,

marching off to their offices of creation

to begin the nightly tasks of fantasy.

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Darslama - Brennan Bogert

Your lips like the spring
Are the valleys and peaks
That I have dreamed to climb
Since I was a child

Like meeting with the Dalai Lama
You make me a more modest man everyday
And of all the places I have been
You’re the only one to make me want to stay
The grass is long like your hair
On your breath lingers the sweet mountain air

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The way your roots reach into me - Robin Ellen Lucas

empower me to empower you
you know, the way your roots reach into me
like feathers on a journey
to find themselves


find me where you would not
think to imagine
remember i’m an enigma
i’m a mystery that floats in
the shadows,
t h e   u n k n o w n

and sometimes, it’s strange
but i can feel the moments
when a secret begins…

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Remember me - S.Pike

In case (I’m saying just in case),

When I’m no longer around,

Remember those smiles of mine,

Shown in my best attempts during pains,

Telling you that I will hang in there,

(And) that I wish no worries from you,

Remember them please, just in case

In case, just in case,

When I am gone,

Those words I had said or written,

With tears in my thankful eyes,

Dipped and coated with my deepest gratitude,

Wrapped with only sincerity,

Remember them please,

Remember, just in case

In case, just in case,

When I need to part with you,

The two small hands of mine,

The short and un-colourful nails on them,

The warmth that never make it through both icy palms,

The continuous weak strength in holding you tenderly,

Remember them please,

Remember, just in case

In case, just in case

When without any words I ceased from your sight,

When I failed to melt the resentment you built for me in your heart,

When I could only wish the best for you,

When I have to keep a distance with you,

When only my hopes can reach you behind your dream(s),

When I …. (You know)

Remember all in this poetry I have said,

Remember me,

Remember me in this way….

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Imbiciles Turn Criminal - Rhyme me a smile 

This economy seems to be breeding criminals,
desperate souls longing for an easier road.
I fear their inexperience made them imbeciles,
the main reason their own plans implode.

Desperate souls longing for an easier road,
embrace the fantasy of high stakes trickery.
The main reason their own plans implode:
they act fast though still unsure and jittery.

Embracing the fantasy of high stakes trickery
is quite risky, so be sure to weigh the cost.
If acting fast although still unsure and jittery,
remember one dumb move can get you tossed.

Despite the risk and need to weigh the cost,
calling the police for advice isn't so smart.
Remember one dumb move can get you tossed
and some places it is illegal to publicly fart.

Calling the police for advice isn't so smart.
They might come to check you out.
Though here it's not illegal to publicly fart,
the law still gives some reason to pout.

They'll surely come to check you out
if you leave a personal belonging behind.
The law gives even more reason to pout
when enforced due to your forgetful mind.

If you leave a personal belonging behind,
find yourself a good disguise and secret hideaway.
When law's enforced due to your forgetful mind
you'll wish you'd listened to my words this day.

Find yourself a better disguise and secret hideaway,
if the item sold or money exchanged was fake.
You'll wish you'd listened to my words this day
and decided to take an indefinite crime break.

If the item sold or money exchanged was fake,
you could still get yourself thrown in the slammer.
Decide now to take an indefinite crime break.
Avoid mentally whacking yourself with a hammer.

You could still get yourself thrown in the slammer,
no matter if you're living out spiritual vows.
Avoid mentally wacking yourself with a hammer.
Show you're smarter than a herd of cows.

While you're sneakily living out spiritual vows,
beware creating the reason your plans implode.
Show you're smarter than a herd of cows;
not just a desperate soul speeding down the easy road.

Many create the reason their own plans implode,
ignoring inexperience, making themselves imbeciles.
These desperate souls longing for an easier road,
seem the reason this economy's breeding criminals.

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The democratic rap - Ashish 

What I used to say,
is what you’ve just said,
Even every single Indian
also just said this SHIT so,
that we all are living
in a DEMOCRATIC NATION
Giving some place to
Brotherhood and Friendship
Keeping out all sort of
Racism and Discrimination.
Promoting ans spreading all over
Education and Employment
and, giving a Big F*CK
to Terrorism and Destruction.

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The deals I’ve made - Sherrie Theriault 

Because they are deals and not resentments or secrets
These circular schemes did not come out in my fourth step.
They didn’t come out in the wash.
They come out whenever they are broken.

If the deal is-Don’t eat pickled herring
And you won’t remember X
The deal will be broken when pickled herring
Is served to me at some social gathering.

As I get healthier, the breaks connect evermore deeply.
What in early sobriety would have given me unexplained discomfort
Now gives me full-blown flashbacks
And I watch the deal unravel.

I wasn’t supposed to eat this
Because this was on my plate——-When
But now that it’s on the plate here—-Now
I have to face this ugly roiling mess.

The deals saved my life
But unless they are handled with care and honesty
They can cost me the life I have now.
I must choose a safe person and place
To share these broken shards with.

Living alone with this will not work
And making it public fodder is a setup as well.
In every one of these deals
There is a back door to a drink

And therefore WE have to go out the front door together.

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An ordinary morning - Dragon Ka-Tet

This morning dawned with a damp, grey rain.
It drew the energy from me and I
wanted to crawl,
back behind my eyelids.
My heavy head sank, a slow-motion slip to the pillow,
as the rain’s rhythm tapped the glass and sang
me back to sleep.
I’m ripped from dreams by the clock.
The blaring alarm sends sharp nails
through my mind.  Slit eyes study red bars
that blink and shift into strict, numbered sense.
Bleary, weary, I know…
I must get up.
A soft paw on my chin – the cat’s awake.
His heat and rumbling purr motivate.
My thoughts turn to coffee, a cigarette, a hot shower.
I take my comfort where I can.
Sweet, hot java mixes with smooth smoke.
I sit and watch the drops drip down outside,
as the cat slinks like oil into my lap.
Later, I stand naked, under jets
and emerge, dripping, like this morning’s sky.

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Root canal - Kolembo 

There’s a starfish in my tooth he says,
A golden starfish nestling in the reef,
Infecting the coral and,

I’m in the deep blue ocean,
Among creatures of the deep,
Yellow and purple jellyfish,
Undulating in the current,
Stingrays swooping by,

Luminescent seaweed hanging over caves,
Like electric blue curtains,
At a tatoo parlour.

An octopus rakes the sea floor with a puff-adder,
And shoals of Zebra fish stop,
Long streams of impatient shark traffic,
For boisterous groups of anemone in school uniforms.

My dentist wields a wand.

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Death by dessert - Dr.Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

Tutti-frutti peach and plum,

banana dumpling and bubblegum,

cocoa tapioca triple dip,

litchi and rum double flip;

oodles of snowy cream oozing out,

cashew nuts and raisins trapped

in layers wherein cherries pout.

I struggle to resist in vain attempts, many a dozen,

the smooth chocolate hurls me, in an instant,

into Miltonic hell of bottomless perdition.

The penal fire of rich strawberry sauce

and the wrath of buttery vanilla mousse,

pulls me irresistibly into a doleful darkness

to moan and vanquish underneath the stress

of a blazing, blistering dungeon of bulges!

The cheese cake and the jelly pie;

the butterscotch and the strawberry with a sigh;

a few sprinkled almonds and a fudge Sundae, on the sly;

the crusty crunchy chewing and um mm, the slurping

create a pandemonium of dark fiery bloating,
making me perish forever,
in the hellish repentance river,

hurling me headlong like a fallen angel.

A serpentine temptation of silky double scoop

and I am tricked and expelled from a svelte heaven

to rot eternally , crashing into an inflated deluge,

of broken pride and false discipline;

fragmented self-will and alas, the loss of Eden!

yet so much more ... and many more!

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Capish? - Emmanuel Ibok

In the chamber
of thoughts
the prophet
the teacher
the explorer
and the wise man sat
brain storming
trying to define life
and what it is about.
The prophet
viewed life like
a powerless entity
controlled by
a more powerful being.
The teacher refused
and said life is a school
with experience its teacher.
The explorer asked
“how do you experience
if you dont explore?”
still the wise man
said nothing
for he knows
everybody views life
from the window
of their soul,
and no two souls
have same blueprint.

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And yet ... - Budhaaah

My breath is old..my heart ancient
and yet I do not stink and I dont crumble
I have been wrapped up - in mold - a thousand times sold
and yet..here I am gnarled, massively chromed
very much - my own...

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Life is a game of chess - Bended spoon

kibitzer? ah, a player
far from a grandmaster
a gambit? you bet
on to the checkered board
protect the king
care for the queen
respect the bishop
let loose the horse
move the rook from the nook
and yes, eat the prawns!
do you love it, chessmate?
ponder, J’adoube or move
zugzwang or zwischenzug
whether a blunder or an en prise
win, lose or draw
you made a difference, you know.

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I can't hold it - Fiveloaf

I watched that dew
streaming off the leaf
onto my fingertip
.
I watched that dew
streaming off my fingertip
into the pond
.
it fascinates me
to watch it drip
as its ripple sparkles the water
.
but I can’t hold it..

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For Valentine's Birth - Kodjo Deynoo

I waked with a blanket surrounding me
My night was filled with warmth 
My egg incubated  through winter
And on this day I was born with wings

My coming has been awaited  
Red roses and cards, cakes, chocolates and wine
My presence has been longed for
I have been ushered into this world, royal 

Angels and stars, blends into my wrap around 
Joy bestowed on smiles; giggles, second blush
Today we can celebrate love, my heart beat 
Birthdays of valentine, cupid wore nappies 

Today we can share our love, red roses, tulips, 
Bouquets and all that preference desire
Melted chocolates, strawberry, raspberry; feast on
Apples and passion fruits, blackberry
If I had one wish, today we would profess our love.

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The wait - My poetry & Writing

We waited for this day to have come

For so long, but we never thought

This is how it would end.

The two of us meeting for the very first time.

We spoke so much about it,

Yet there you are, standing, your face

Looking panicked,

She  won't come, she must have seen me.

And walked off.

I see you looking around you.

You can’t see me standing there out of eyesight.

Deep down in the pit of my stomach,

It’s whirling and turning.

I myself was looking forward to this day.

But in my case I wasn’t hoping for you,

But for her to come through those sliding doors

At the airport,

Its another person’s face I wanted to see,

It was another person my face wanted to light up.

As painful as this must be,

I wish I had the nerve.

To

   Walk

           Away

But my legs didn’t want to.

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Words are back, but motives are gone - iBeingMe

want to write, i have the words.
they’re all on the tip of my tongue.
but… they don’t want to show themselves.
i don’t know what to write about,
i don’t know what to say.

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Narcissus - Linn

Glancing into the pondwater,
I see not the water beneath
bursting with slippery life;
Nor the dark grey rocks
glistening with moss.
I see instead
an exquisite face!
Looking coyly out from its watery throne,
amused slightly;
deep brown curls roll splendidly
past two perfectly pink cheeks.
Full lips — like petals –
crown a smooth chin, shaped
by the gods.

But strange, isn’t it?
Strange
how a single drop of dew
from a lone leaf above,
falls brave and graceful
onto this proud beauty;
Dismembering it into ugly ripples
like welts and lacerations –
each more terrifying than the last.
The beauty flees.
And stillness reigns.

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To be free - Rashmi

A parrot in the sky

flies this way that way

in pursuit of food

for herself for child

she goes out wander,

not thinking of hunter.

Another in the golden cage,

walks inside as in rage,

trainer has trained to talk

some easy words during walk

imported food, mineral water

gives with love, the owner dear.

Give the bird a choice of these

we know which she will choose.

Sure the first where she can be

her own master happy  free.

To be free , be ourselves

we do wish but seldom can.

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A message to the young lady - Marlee - I Mystic

Your True Worth

Girls, Little Ladies

Princesses and Super Stars

Look deep inside yourself

And see who you truly are

You have been created

Different from all other beings

To have the gift of life, live and compassion

Do you know what that really means?

From your toes to your head

You were created

Each part and piece with care

Never underestimate it

Your feet

A firm foundation

To carry you

From citites to nations

To run and jump

To skip and play

And help others

In the most gracious way

Your legs strong and soft in one

To lead you down a path you’ve already begun

They will march mile after mile

And move to dances that always bring smiles

In your heart you hold happiness

Love and joy

And when you open it up

The whole world will enjoy

Your back will experience

Many ordeals

But it will always stay strong

If you remain and keep it real

When you make up your mind

You stick to it

And never compromise your integrity

For someone else

Ot you’ll lose it

In your arms and hands

Lies so much care

To give to your family, friends

And with whomever you share

Whether it be inhand games or plays

Or cooking up good gravy and marmalades

You can soothe the cries of a baby

With a gentle touch

And one tear from your eyes

Can reveal so much

From joy and pain

Sorrow or strain

To love and hope

Pride or a joke

For you truly are phenomenal

In each and every way

Just remember your worth

And promise to stay

Humble and sweet

And your traits no one can beat

So choose your path

Enjoy bubble baths

Your power is within

And shall forever last

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Emotions on a note - Wiseskydriver

Music has meaning for its not right when its musing
Common agenda has a tune in for everyone knows when to talk
Feel alone I do too when they talk about  common sight seeing

Same peaks and waves we have witnessed


Sadly I saw through the sun lit glass muriels
Viewrs you or I,  godly have been my percievings




Spliffingly gorgeous afternoons
Nights never having endings for mornings were never seen
Friends to hold life ransoms at what were they planing to rob with.

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Talisman of love - Dancing freak

The power to engulf,

The power to withstand,

The power to do it all,

The power to make others fall,

The power to lose oneself,

The power to make one love,

The belief and faith,

Of people on this Talisman of love is innate.

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Struggle - Alice's Wonderland

I want you so bad it hurts.
I had one taste, just one, and now I am hooked.
But I must get out or I will pay the consequences I must get out
Because love is stronger than lust when time is brought into the equation,
Lust is stronger when chemistry is in the mix.
Your lips, your tongue, I wish to caress my skin; to explore my insides, outside…
Your touch so soft I wish to feel-hard, tender.
You are inside me and I moan for more, I want you there forever.
But no. I cannot because I love another
I just want, yearn, crave for your body like no other
Tension in my loins does not abate, but grows stronger with every breath
Each dream I have of you seems larger than life.
I love another truly, but I desire you.

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Winter Trees - Touch 

One day as the shadows from winter trees moved no more

Thinking of lost days and wonderful ways

Showers of golden sunlight pouring through frosted panes

Flowing like tears of a lost soul closed away greeting time growing old

Fallen leaves brown with decay, as I look thinking will I go this way

Confined with reasons or cares return from whence you came

Like the winter trees my shadow moves no more frozen by age

Somewhere in a place which once held a heart now only rage

Time has flavored me with sour thoughts of coming days

My world now behind frosted glass reliving my past

My soul slows like the shadow of the winter tree

A reflection seen, a smile shows that one day I will be free

A gust of wind sends decaying leaves dancing swirling in golden light

A season ends a life ends a season begins a life forgotten

Rage released golden light seen through frosted panes

Seasons change time passes I go like the winter breeze

Sitting still like the shadows from the winter trees

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Pigeonic Limerick - Olivia

Those small little bunch of fluffy feathers,
They sit all day long stuffed up together-
Often perched on the veranda sill;
Hopping around- never keeping still,
Chirping away to glory no matter what may be the weather!

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The Ring of Truth - Seasweetie

My finger feels the absence of my rings.
They had been there for so long,
so welcome
so integral to me
just like our love
that the lack of them is more
pronounced.
It is like a phantom limb for me, that place on my finger
where they were.
Two silver bands
wrought by two different hands
presented in
two different lands
by one true man.
As I changed, they moved more and more
roaming on the surface of my skin,
exploring their limits
and pushing their boundaries,
leaping from my finger
in a joyful, hard-won free flight
from time to time.
I still
sometimes have a momentary sense of panic
when I feel for them
and they are not there.
And then I remember.
They live now,
a comfortable, safe life
one a false hand that I bought
for no discernable purpose
long before I met you
just because I knew
that for some reason I had forgotten
I needed one.
They sit
stacked as always
on a graceful acetate finger
next to an alarm clock
and a rubber chicken
not fulfilling their destiny
but waiting
patiently
eternally patient.
I cannot always see them
but I always know
that they are there.

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Free-write poetry - Kid T

Once again, I’m sitting here
Like a trained puppy, waiting.
Time passes, laughing as it goes,
Knowing it controls my life, all life.
But if it didn’t, then when would we know?
Where would we go? How would we make it?
We need to get a chance to break free, and take it.
We need to realize what is happening, realize it’s insane
Realize that we can’t go on with our daily lives, living this way
Where will we draw the line? When someone realizes,
How we’re living throws away, the beauty of a day
Makes a second seem insignificant to all
It throws our back against the wall,
We are restrained once again
Facing time, as foe not friend
So let this battle, begin
Once again

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Shackles - Nyx

There are many kinds of cuffs and shackles used across this world,
Used on those whose wings have not had time to be unfurled,
Their wings are ripped and shackles clipped before they can say a word,
And later when they scream, it’s quiet and empty and unheard,
For no-one knows the scream of old, the sound of a broken slave,
As ignorance is bliss, and ignorance is all that they will crave,
But ignoring such injustice has a price for those in pain,
A fee in blood and sweat and tears which slowly begin to drain.

I know of what I speak for I was caught, fighting in his net,
And hope would drain away when I saw all those who abet,
But I am one of the lucky ones, to survive that brutal test,
But what of all the others, the others downtrodden and oppressed,
Will you leave them there, in the dark, alone with him just sitting there?
The others who fell afoul of his rudimentary snare.

Children with their wide eyes, bright with tears for want of love,
An emotion that their captors are so utterly void of,
Women with their hands tied tight and bleeding at their back,
Whose future is, in all the ways, a darkening pitch black,
Faced with challenges, few wins and many shattering defeats,
Many will hide, alone and afraid, beneath the dirty sheets.

For no-one comes to save them from the nightmare of their life,
From the pain of broken bones, a broken heart so full of strife,
You can rub your eyes and turn away; pretend that they aren’t there,
But ask yourself, would you, could you really dare?
You know they’re there, eyes lifeless, empty-dying without hope,
Ignore it, pretend it isn’t there and it’s a very slippery slope.

You see the shackles that bind their hands, their heart and mind,
It’s up to you to help the fences down, the wire to unwind,
For you hold in the palm of your hand, their life, their heart, their very soul,
You can play the hero, its open for you, to you that so giant role,
There are many kinds of cuffs and shackles used across this world,
Used on those whose wings have not had time to be unfurled,
Break them and let the wings unfurl, take flight and live once more,
Fight them long and hard, a lion, let them hear you roar!

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X Claimed 5 - Alford

A life of nonfiction,
A colored scholar was not allowed,
To criticize imperialism or,
Is not,
Unless one came from,
An accepted caste or
school of thought,

Then here comes this spirit,
As genuine and fearless,
A heart and mind filled,
With power and vision,
A voice that empowered,
Men and women who may
have previously stood silent,

There is always cause when
The effect of inaction
is to accept the very chains,
To ask the question then,
Question the answer to,
Whether or not,
I am an equal piece
of the American Dream.

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My darling come, sit down beside me - Torquethis

Life’s road has been a long one,
Full of ups and downs and curves;
But we seem to have reached a place,
Where we no longer have to swerve.

Times have not always been easy,
And yes I do take my fair blame;
Thus a light I see shining ahead brightly,
It calls for an end to the games.

The light of your eyes look down on me,
Warming me with a tender glow;
The promise of tomorrow is forever,
You and I shall see forever, I know.

I can feel the strength in your arms,
When they surround me with your love;
Holding me tight with all your power,
Fitting around me just like a glove.

So much time and memories between us,
All the laughter and tears and pain;
It has formed a web around us,
A cocoon of love we have obtained.

I am safe within your presence,
Your strength draws me in so tight;
The bonds could never be broken,
Not even if they try with all their might.

My heart will be yours forever,
Look into my eyes and you shall see;
No other could love you more purely,
Deep inside is where my love will be.

It started when our eyes met as one,
No words, but the silence was deafening;
Lifetimes passed between us just then,
Destiny’s arms reaching and stretching.

I am yours till death comes calling,
A fate I hope will not come to soon;
For we have hopes and dreams to follow,
And they are as big as the sun and moon.

My darling come sit down beside me,
Hold my hand and never let go;
Let us rock in these chairs forever,
Our love is just now beginning to grow.

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Love's future - David( 1MereMortal)

Falling stones
Rippling across
Reflective ponds
Releasing forgotten images
Smiling sacrifices
Carrying
Yesterdays light
Burning away
Complacent miasma
Fading
Dissipating
Evolving
Transforming into
Rising billows for Tomorrow’s ideas
Cloud cover for Eternity’s hope
Thirst-quenching rain
For Love’s future

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Like whatever man - Betty Silver

Well, it’s official
I must be dead inside
Because I missed the train
And didn’t put up a fight
I don’t care anymore
My spirit is gone
Commute killed my soul
It didn’t take long

I’m just like whatever
I don’t give a fuck
It’s so not like me
To accept bad luck
Now I’m too tired
To even throw my hands up
I’m shocked at my reaction
Or lack thereof.

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Unravelled - Lolamouse

Like a tight weave then

Words unravel like cheap knit

Tangles on the page

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My 4- legged comrade - Kavita 

When pensive I sit
Writing to vent
He watches my grit
Until I relent

Oh.. how patient he is!

My teacup he props
No matter how hot
On him if it slops
He yells at me not

Oh.. how considerate he is!

He helps me with zest
My trust he has earned
He puts in his best
Asks naught in return

Oh.. how giving he is!

I make him my drum
When cheery’s my day
But when I am glum
My fist finds him prey

Oh.. how uncomplaining he is!

I walk upto him
And stand by his side
He heeds to my whim
By day or by night

Oh.. how sympathetic he is!

“A plain coffee table”
He calls himself that
But people so noble
Are harder to catch

Oh.. how perfectly perfect he is!

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An Ode To My Hands - Kim Nelson

I’ve demanded much of you

Abused, neglected, forced you to do

More than you were intended to

More than a pair of hands should go through.

Heft and cut and carry and carve.

Knead, paint, write, fold, twist apart

Pushing then pulling beyond the limit

Until, cartilage gone, the pain~ can’t inhibit.

So you need repair.

Your lesser partner’s already been flayed.

It’s your turn to join the brigade

Into the cold room, stainless displayed

Give up bone, grist, tendon waylaid

To the surgeons deft blade.

And then

You will be strong again.

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Loss - Gwenyth

hope for myself
tainted with sorrow for others
Viva La Vida becomes Mubarak's song
blogs become the downfall
of newly truthful
budding men
men that were boys
deformed by desire
and in the realization
that they have gone astray
they look around to find
not only are they lost
but they have lost everything they held dear
then they lose the will to live
then the will to die
everything tastes like
loss
loss
loss
in an effort to gain
letting go of addiction
and everything tastes like
pain 

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Unconscious to Guides - Becca Givens

Unconscious to Guides
Solitude is deafening
Shush, what do you hear?

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Home group - ScottF

I stumble in, mind all fogged.

"'Aye, what happened to me?" I wonder in dismay.

The warm smiles that greet me

at first piss me off.

"How can these people be smiling

at a time like this?"

I shun attention, yet all they do

is welcome me and tell me

"You're the most important one here!"

"Please just kill me, leave me alone,"

I mutter through the gritted teeth

through feigned smile.

"We'll love you until you love yourself,"

they say cheerily, working in earnest

to gain my trust and attention.

"My trust?" No one has been

interested in my trust, or in trusting me

in quite some sad time.

And so it goes, week after week,

month after month,

one day at a time.

They lovingly hurly platitudes at me like

a barrage of friendly fire.

"First thing's First"

"Easy Does It"

"Think, Think, Think"

"Let Go Let God"

Before I know what's happening to me

a weary smile creeps crossed my face.

It occurs to me, I hadn't considered a drink

in a couple of days.

There are no words to describe

the amazement, the release.

Nothing can prepare this alcoholic

for the joy of the moment when

I relized I hadn't craved a drink or a drug

in a couple of days.

The strangest thing begins to happen to me.

Now with my newfound friends and life-savers,

I too grin stupidly at the frowning, frail, pale newcomer

as he stumbles across the threshold of new life.

I smile lovingly, knowing that if he stays around

long enough for the miracle to happen,

He'll find release, joy, love and peace

as I have, in this, my home group.

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A rose - Pat Cegan 

Because I am different,
people say I am crazy.
Angels sing to me,
I walk among the stars,
play hide and seek with the clouds.


Daisies laugh at my red petals,
thorns, and long stem,
tell me that my smell is too strong,
ask me why don’t I behave
like they and sway
in warm summer breezes.

So I live my life
always feeling on the out,
never knowing my true worth,
just a solitary rose
in a field of daisies.

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A prerequisite for madness - Kevin 

I used to write my words, in a black book

I miss it, it was more existential, more Gonzo

But impractical, writing, retyping, I impress myself just to be writing these arrant thoughts at all

They seem to be what’s mine in this world

Not a system that I am not a part of, rather the system itself

My functionality depends on this release

Every moment of every day I distract myself into thinking there’s something I want out of this lifetime

Yet every moment, of every day, I find myself with the same discontent, seeking the ailment of expression

It probably does little to better my cause

But the key words there however, my cause

Whatever it may be

If it is at all

Perhaps just a room filled with maddening darkness- a typewriter

How crazy will you choose to be today?

The crazy have it good.

No explanation for thoughts or actions

Not a trace of rationality in sight

Madness is ultimate freedom

But it’s not my solution

At least not yet

Greatness is a prerequisite for madness

Hunter Thompson put a gun to his head and had the gumption to pull the trigger

He was a great man, did great things

It would be self-absorbed to believe I deserved a one way trip to la-la-land just yet

Unfortunately my painful road has just begun

There is no doubt it will be interesting

And fortunately for the rest of you my cause includes documentation, and picturesque memory

Memories are obviously the greatest pain and pleasure in this world and the next

I have a memory that haunts me with details

What you were wearing

The scent of your perfume on a spring day

Everything you’d hope gets lost in translation from one moment to the next

Rather than loath my becoming, I choose an obscure, sinful, and story worthy life

Can’t contend that it suites me well, rather it is me

I am my words

A story you may or may not remember

Maybe even one you’ll tell to your friends, co-workers, certainly never your family

There is, and isn’t a place for me in this life of mine

Often I wish auto-pilot were an option

Sit back while the predictable, yet lively moments pan out

Seeing the future is no luxury

It gets old

Being right, anticipating what lies ahead

A younger version of myself didn’t believe in such foresight

Believed I could change things

Ignored obvious tells

It was devastating, obnoxious, and futile

I have let that fight fade quietly into a distinct past

None of this is to suggest I live uninspired

That would be tragic

I have my moments

Fewer and further in-between

Less idealistic

More simple- sights, the ocean that I’ve neglected for this reason or that

The good is still out there

And I will seek it, tell of my failures, falsified expectations, hopes, and yes, dreams

My how dreams have changed

Dreams have been replaced by our perception of what we can tolerate

A trade-off

Maintain some identifiable level of sanity- and enjoy the occasional free sample of a dream you once had

A lot of people think their happiness will be found at the end of a rainbow in this place or that.

Let me save you some time and money- if you’re not happy, look inward, not out

External variables are like Hershies syrup on ice cream; if the ice cream sucks, all the syrup in the world won’t do a damn thing

It’s not necessarily an easy thing to be- happy

Very relative, displaced, confused

But even so, if you don’t know whether you’re happy at the end of a day, you’ve wasted a lot of valuable time neglecting the most important thing in your world, your-self.

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Brewed - D 

I filter the truth in your tale,

Why dress it fancy?

I wonder.

Scattered along the climax and denoument.

Rise and fall, almost invisible.

then it vanished after the period on the last sentence.

an anti-climactic contradiction.

a rest between lines,

miscontsrued as lie.

i forget.

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Truth be known - Tasithoughts

Finding my voice in the chaos of doubt

Breaks the shackles of disbelief and blindness

That the love I seek does not come from without

But comes from the heart I call my own

And not love for that person of my dreams

But for the person of my life , my very self

For truth be known it is I

That must win my heart first

Before I can give it to any other

Whether it be lover or friend

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We meet again - Reggie

There you are, here I am

Here I am, there you are
We have waited all day 
For this moment to arrive

It seems we were worlds apart 
Until time passed
And the day drew to a close

Once again we meet

It is a joyous occasion to be here

In your presence once again

I enjoy the rhythm of this meeting

It's slow and easy. Yes, slow and easy

You know sometimes it gets rough

I am happy that it is clear

To see your splendor

To see your beauty

And I cherish the warmth

You give to me once again

Tenderly touching me

We must enjoy what time is left

Soak it all in, hoping it will last

But alas, this will come to an end

Until we meet again

For I am the sunset

And I am the sea 

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Jilt me not - Welkin

Jilt me not like the unpleasant weather of the early daybreak,
With omen of unthought-of,  disappointing  and tiresome feelings,
For I have long to go, fill me with no dread
Ante me up better with affections heart-stealing-
That’d embolden me… for I am fragile at heart to part with you,
To the unseen far, treading onto untrodden streets,
In the very chilly cold of the morrow dew.
Feel and fill my heartbeats with passion at least
For nothing abounds like the feelings for you in my veins
That each sense of the five total regains;
Fill with passion and compassion in my life’s lanes.
For morrow is precarious for us hence!

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Memories - David Agnew

The world is ever changing
but some things remain the same,
are unaffected by the passage
of either tide or time.

We live on in memory
of those whose lives we’ve touched
and sometimes, when we need it,
they tell us what that means.

I cannot ask, request, demand
what memory you hold.
I can but live my life today
and hope that it’s worthwhile.

And, better still, remember
those who live on in me
and not forget to take the time
to thank those memories.

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Still alive - Butterflies of time

I know you will come here today
You are welcome ,that’s all I can say.
Always better to face your personal demons.
Knowing that we did learn Life’s important lessons.
If you have any regrets, just cast them away.
For our shared moments were special in every way.
Time has been the master, Time has been the healer
A few dry days, but mostly love has poured in showers.
You got your answer, you may now read ahead
For there are still confessions here once left unsaid.
Dreams do wake me in the dead of night .
You telling me everything is going to be alright.
Though you have moved away, I still live here.
Keeping this place alive with memories of us ,my dear.

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The sky won't fall - The reason you come 

Don’t cry, stop staring at the wall
Go sing yourself a lullaby
Cradle your heart in your arms
Lay your head on the floor
Breathe the scent of the night in
The sky isn’t falling
No matter what the voices say
Or what yesterday left you with
When it turned your roses blue
Made your pillows wet
And the bed too big for you
In your loneliness, in dreams
Left unfulfilled
Thrown out in a black trash bag
For the next stranger to pick up
For the next wayward soul to build
From scratch the second time around
Maybe there’ll be wishes still
Not just remnants of tears
From eyes too tired to close
Calm down
The sky won’t fall
Rock yourself to sleep
And dream

The right - Hindawy

They say we’re gone
We stand as one
I’m here right now
I’m not alone
Against all tides
We’ll stop the pain
Yet you do blame
They fell for us
With no reward in sight
& now you say I don’t wanna fight??
!
Who told you I
Wanted this one day?
You dare deny
Its gone beyond all shame
!
They’re lying dead
You’re asking where’s my bread?
I say what if it were you instead?
You bark at me “I liked the way it was”
There’s no turning back for anyone
!
Bricks & stones may break my bones
But bullets only leave a hole
Straight in a person’s skull
You see through as he does fall
I say cocktails so what comes to mind?
Not “Molotov” as he bursts in flame
!
The murder is in my mind today
Its always there endless replay
You stand all night
To protect your own
Who left me here?
Abandoned by them all?
Was it just fear?
Or something much more?
!
If they are right
Then we are wrong today
If they’re not criminals
Then who did betray?
If they’re not judged
Then they will judge me
!
Its not enough for them to say sorry
Would you accept their apology?
For all who died
For you & me
I dare not say
Its enough to pray
Not anymore, not after today
If we don’t fight?
Then who has the Right?
You step down now
Then may be your child
!
The Right to feel
That you’re alive
A human being with human rights
The Right to be
Treated equally like all the rest
We’ve already passed that test
The Right to hold
Your head up high
Not bow it down
Fear in your eyes
The RIght to say
I am free
From all the chains
That shackled me
!
So if you want to lose that Right
Go ahead & say its fate
Make me know those whom I should hate
By then it will be all too late

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Changing hope - Vinay

In the dark I have lived for long

Hope was my only ally

Many others have come in later

They became family with dark

Left a loner I lived for long

And then from grey she fell to the dark

She hopes too, and now I hope for her

To find a light and break the spell

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Knee deep in a martini - Celebrating a year

knee deep in a martini
it’s going to be a long night
no one would ever blame me

to escape like Houdini
so many demons to fight
knee deep in a martini

I know it might sound cheesy
but I’ve done lots of things right
no one would ever blame me

though sometimes it’s hard to see

the upside around midnight
knee deep in a martini

waiting for recovery
from my now pitiful plight
no one would ever blame me

and drinking helps for really
nothing’s better in hindsight
knee deep in a martini
no one would ever blame me

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Back - The fairy Godsister 

And we go back
to everything ugly and despicable
hoping that on this day the viper doesn’t strike
sullen when once again we are disappointed
we go back
suffering more from the marks on her hearts
than the bruises on our skin
knowing, yet wondering why it hurts
we go back
like the stalk left in the farm after the harvest
we marvel when we begin to burn
we go back
if we could choose
would prefer the thick but soon to be shaved male scalp
to the silky fertilized stable locks of a maiden
we go back
cleaning our ears we prepare to receive lies
then shut them out with our heads between our thighs
knowing that alpha to omega was untrue
we go back
snuffing out a candle with a thumb and fore
we marvel when we are charred once more
and even though I went on and on
we would still go back

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When you are near, yet far - Marit 

traces of pine,
that mint sharpness
that warmth
something like
burning fall
firewood
lingering long
after you leave

keeps with me
like
words unspoken.

moments pass without you here
but you are still with me
like the aftertaste of good wine.

I can't keep you off my mind. 

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The beach - Sherry Irvine 

I love the sound of water

Lap lap lapping the shore

It's tiny white fingerlings

Tickling the wave before

I read the lovers messages

Scratched into the sand

So and So LOVES so and so

A woman and a man

As I walk, I feel the sand

Squishing between my toes

Nature's perfect pedicure

For all that ails the sole

I hear the children laughing

As they play upon the sand

Making fancy sandcastles

With their skillful little hands

The beach is a sacred place

Where familes come to play

The water lap lap lapping

All their troubles away.

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The eyes of a mother's heart - Chrissy 

When I look at his pictures
I wonder what others see
do they see the beauty in him
that truly captured me?

Do they see his lips the way I do
pink and tender folds
wet tongue behind their softness
seeking my nipple to take hold

Do they imagine all the smiles
that would have twisted and turned those lips
the kisses from wet puckers
and laughter derived from quips

Do they see his nose the way I do
his nostrils a bit a flare
the kisses I imagine
I would have placed on the bridge right there?

Its turned up dainty tip
reminiscent of his mother's
would have grown into its ruggedness
just as it did his brothers'

Do they see his ears the way I do?
Those large elongated lobes
A Maxwell trait for sure
stretching the length of his globe

Do they imagine all the nibbles & kisses
I would have placed there on those flaps
his fingers softly stroking them
as he'd drift off for noontime naps?

Do they see the crux of his neck
longing for my soft nuzzles
his beating pulse beneath the skin
life's rhythm; full of puzzles

Do they imagine his squealing belly laughs
and gurgles . . . spilling drool
derived from my tickling kisses there
as I love him up, like a smothering fool

Do they see the man
I imagine he would've become
the deep voice & broad shoulders
all the things he would've done

created memories
from a heart with but a few
not in order to hold on
but to let go and true love shew

for I know he's in a better place
his body all brand new
waiting for his family there
to show us how he grew

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Good bye – Nithin R S

I am moving to a new shore

I have left a piece of my heart

At your door

Without knocking, like a trespasser

I hope you will open the door

I wonder if you will see it

It holds a piece of my dreams

Which I wished to share with you

It still carries the urn of my feelings

That I never expressed

I wished to conquer your heart

Silently, with a feather touch of emotions

Now, you are beyond my reach

As you have found your destiny

I wish to hold your smile

In my eyes forever as a precious gift

I still hear your voice, when I am alone

Through the realms of my ears

I don’t wish to see tears or fury

In your eyes

As I love it to remain vibrant

So, I won’t leave any words

That might hurt your beliefs

Though I wish to let you know

I’ve fallen for you

Right when I saw your eyes greeting me

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Seeking the factors of the subconscious – Paulo Guimaraes

Cusp, on edge of fantasy.
Cowers low upon the synapse.
The tunnel vision blinds fantastic,
yet the picture reveals itself.

Running across the mind track,
forgetting nothing inside a mystery.
Profound and lost eternity sound,
quieted under the image found.

When attracting space perverted,
kill the past for future willfulness.
Explosive, the natural being
hits hard through the glass of darkness.

It has come for presentation,
loud and extravagant touching
the outer world.


The truth has given clarity.

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Sonnet to Thalia – Mike Patrick

Tis in the early morning hours she comes,
A disembodied voice of whispered cheer.
With knowledge of my soul’s hard depth she plumbs,
To guide my poem’s life, both far and near.

So like a lover’s touch is her sweet word.
A shower gently falling on my ear,
Reminding me of all the love I’ve heard.
As long as she remains, my thoughts stay clear.

But with the rising sun her voice dispels.
With only scraps of verse, to which I cling,
Now left behind, where joy no longer dwells.
Oh, Thália, this ode to you I sing.

Tonight, once more, I’ll lie in dark despair,
Until again, my winsome muse is there.

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And the band played on – Dennis Go

The lights grew dim, the crowds grew thin;
Still the band played on.
The stage is set for the final farewell
But still the band played on.
Guitars that struck the lives of many...
The legacy lives on within our souls;
And verses that inspired a chosen few
Beyond tenement halls of old.

Casual moods of welcome.
Casual moods of goodbye.
Aging might leave a scar to halt.
Reckoning moments surpass no silence
Still, the band must play on.

In darkness it lived, in darkness it grew.
In darkness, gained fame;
In darkness and rue.
No darkness shalt let it die.
No darkness doth kills it.
The fire wageth beneath the soul
Finding no reason to quench it.
The veins still run the blood of the steel-bound raven
Waging still, the war with strife.

Alone and wild, pictures scattered.
The past is gone... 'Un-recovered'.
The sound of screeches and deaf'ning thunders -
The faces will never again be seen:
The men behind the music.
But some time, somewhere, somehow...
The band will still be playing on.

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Writing unmasked – RPM

no one sees me
not the real me
how could they
i keep her hidden
so well hidden i
sometimes can't see her

some may try to uncover
try to see what lies within
but i conceal her behind a mask
one that looks delicate and fragile
but is forged in iron, steel, and diamond
so well have i worn it
sometimes i forget she lay beneath

but she's there
lying in wait
knowing she'll be freed
for short stints at a time
to speak a truth only she knows
in the only way she knows how
so well she does write
sometimes the world gets a glimpse of me

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A leaked letter – Adnan Adil Zuberi

Curls on your heart sides disappearing
in trembling ribs of clues,
yellow, burning
on definite turns and dates
I take sides of farthest returning
before mystery is not faces,
far away from you, and curving.

In intentionality of careful conversation
I brought early images tonight:
Of Augusts, and composition
of instances in night-light ―
arms on a lean thought, a compensation.

In parallel life living
clad in odors I soak,
stoke lightning
on a possessed silent blink,
stranded on silhouettes, resembling,
the rumpled edges of a beck,
I draft addresses, growing

on you.

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Sonnet IX – Bella

dying on your dampened shores and soaken

by daily drowning, cannot i be free?

but broken bells take bodies like tokens

of a conquest. the conquistadors see

your tidal waves, and flee from infected

puddles. poured and born from solitude, i

saved my soul, a pure virgin perfected

and balancing. scales of tales pray

for a day and a dawn that sinks deep to sea,

think, hear, touch and taste stories learned from love

and hope everlasting to such degree

that when i died, washed to shore and above,

the seafoamed story, maiden mists confirmed:

“Love lasts not forever. Ariel learned.”

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Confusing life and love – Shawn Bird

What is the meaning of life?

to love and be loved

Nope that’s not confusing.

Why am I here?

To love and be loved

That’s not confusing.

Why do we have to learn this stuff?

Because you need to understand so you can

love and be loved.

That’s not confusing.

Why do bad things happen?

Some folks don’t know how

to love or be loved.

That’s not confusing.

What’s confusing?

Math.

It’s amazing how it orders the universe,

but it’s confusing.

except

my  love plus your love

multiplies into our love.

No confusion there.

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Incomprehensible melody – Lu Ann

How funny it is to be sitting here next to you
because it was not part of our plans.
And it is unexpected, it is
such a miracle for us to be here right now.
It´s such a marvel how beautiful this melody
we´ve been perfoming sounds.
The sound is absolutly gorgeous, peaceful, authentic
and at the same time it is difficult and full of flats.
But what it´s even more incredible is how

incomprehensible this melody seems to be to

almost every human being on this city,

on this country, maybe even on this planet.

They really can´t listen to it... they don´t even try sometimes.
But I understand it, and you understand it too.
That´s all it takes, that´s everything we really need.

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Be still – Dudo

Be still my heart, for i know not whom to love,
It may break the bond,  tearing the pages of trust!
 
Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say,
It may break the silence, igniting the fuse of chaos!

Be still my mind, for i know not what to think,
It may break the secrecy, shattering the world apart!

Be still my soul, for i know not what to believe
It may break the limit, mincing the crux of existence!

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A bit of guilt – Daniel Jay

What was it about your gleaming house that made me stop?
Was it knowing how silent it really is and how the only pip to be heard
will only come from you? From your hands opening the fridge with curiosity
only to walk off, letting it close itself. From you sitting unmoved on the couch,
watching as people bustle past your windows. From the sound of your heavy feet
spanning the length of your house, each step more meaningful than the former.
From scissors snipping at hairs that you deem unnecessary as they scatter onto the sink.
From envelopes ripping open as you read and carefully organize your many bills.
And from the sound of bedding pulling over your toes and belly as you lay down tired
in the middle of a sunny afternoon. You laying alone in your bed, looking on
into an open door, hoping to fall asleep.  Your glasses coming to rest on your headboard,
and me cramming the brakes, upset that it has taken so long.

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The magnificent fairy tale of the oriental roach – The enchanted river

Stinky and sore in the eye
the rat walked past the sewage of sin
it was his world, his empire
nobody would dare take it from him
not even the wily cockroach of the east
He had won the fight against him
the ruler of the underworld,
the great king of stink, Lord Lizard
Now they looked at him in awe,
for he was the lord of sin
(Time Rewind by a few whatever..)
The age, eons after a terrible nuclear war
A holocaust too terrible to endure
They had all been gone, forever.
And a new age had begun
The age of Roaches, Lizards and Rats
Higher up in the cycle
lived the lonesome lizards of the far north
most terrific and awe-inspiring!
rats and lizards and roaches of all parts
went and seeked spiritual solace under them.
And down under’ were the skippers of the east
who could run an entire desert without a sweat
Skill and honor balancing tightly on the rope
They were hired by those cunning chinese roaches
to terminate the ever calm lizards of the north
War after war, Only now the rats untouched
they were all too happy
ushering in an underground civilization
in a triumphant era of post-nuclear awesomeness
They were feared for their secrecy and bloody wit
And among these undergroundees, there was,
a paladin of magnificence to be true
His name, Rit the Ratter III, carrying a legacy
on his back, unsubdued by the babbles of roaches
and lizards, and a mundane conjecture of peace
So, the allies of the roaches comes with a plan
and propose to the spiritual lizards of the north
Why quarrel amongst us, for this unfinished land
while those bloody undergroundees endure as ever
and usher in a golden glow sans gold
Now, come to think of it said Lord Lizard
the great king of the North,
these skippers here have a good feet
and the rattlers have promised us help
we can take em down and bask in that glow (sans gold)!
Don’t trust him said the Lord’s Uncle
a great veteran of the war
‘Those cunning roaches won’t stop at nothin’
said he, in his hushy tone as ever,
‘Now now uncle, don’t get carried away’ said Our Lord.
Uncle Lizard had seen the Indians and Chinese talk
he had been there and seen it all
those roaches were the strongest and smartest of all
and a billion of ‘em overflowing the gullies and docks
‘we’ll never stand chance against them for sure’
A treaty is a treaty and Lord agreed
so the Roaches of the Orient
with the support of the skippers from down under
and Lord Lizard’s Glorious army
went west to conquer the Magnificent Sewage of the Sin
Now the story of The Sewage,
is a heritage told by every mother to ‘er young one
Its an honor, for those secret Rats
and an honor is never to be questioned
A long long time ago…
There were idiots called humans
and they killed themselves
and with them they took all those trees and land
and agriculture and rivers and blah etc blah
all that remained were the underground Kingdoms
The kingdoms formed a brilliant network
of interconnecting passageways of the west
as they were known by the roaches’
Sewage of Sin, they fondly called it
and how true it was.
The Rats had an army, so strong
that the roaches of the orient
had feared them for long
but sheer cockpower on their side
and with the lizards and skippers too
A chance they had to conquer the glow
The glow that had eluded them for long
Of food, sex and a lifestyle that was wrong
young roaches and lizards signed up for the attack
They planned it great, oh so very true
Now Uncle of the Lord was made the Gambit pawn
He was made to go talk to the Ratter III
and comeout with a treaty that was horribly wrong
The rats had to be the slaves of us
or perish!
Lord Lizard was frontline regiment
he led the horrible huns of the east
and the Wily Roach from India
who was supposedly a wizard
took the east flank of the tunnels
Now, not agreeing to the proposal
Rit the Ratter III, furious,
Summoned his Invincible army of biting basterds
The battle was looking horrible
and a holocaust, the second was looming.
It started, the battleground was bloody
and deaths and sufferings were plenty
Ratter led from front and took down the stink king
Lord Lizard was defeated.
( This brings us to the scene where we started)
He thought he was unconquerable
but he hadn’t known
for he was taken down by the wily roach
in a magnificent display of art
War, Peace, it didn’t matter no more
The Roaches of the orient had won
cunning, oh how cunning they were
and now Lord Lizard was dead too
Skippers and rattlers were loyal to ‘em
and Spiritual northies were under their rule
The Rats, the lizards had come under
a Monarchy, An empire built by those roaches
An empire so vast and prosperous
they had little or no hope
It was sheer awesome power.
(Fastforwarding the Clock by a few whatever..)
Many eons had passed
since the humans had perished
and the lizards and rats had come under the
roaches empire, a period of awe
History was in the making.
The headquarters in Eastern Himalayas
They were the rice loving courtiers
the roaches were a fine lot, they were
politics, culture, sport, architecture
an era of monetary ups!
(Fastforward a little more…)
Bang!
Evolution!
Sun Becomes Red giant!
Earth No More!
Darn! BUMMER!

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Here today and maybe melted tomorrow – Shigune Matsui

Tears spawn, freezing instantly
All from love lost, centuries past
Mortals of present
Are to feel his wrath
None to stop him
The ruler of ice
Prepare to feel his icy sting from his staff
It won't be so nice....
Without her, he was nothing
Because she died, a hole in th heart formed
The emotion of remorse, no longer present
His power of ice is weakening too
No longer causing hail to reign the skies
Or ice storms to plague us all with perservering misery
As temps rise, he thinks to himself
"My reign is over, what shall become of me?
"Shall I melt to the ground,
Having those who I reigned over,
To step over me?"
He knows
He'll be gone and forgotten
Nothing

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Them damned shoes – Helena

Huge heels, buckled tight, squashed digits, micro light.
Skinny styles with taper tips, biting on your bottom lip.
Glarey reds, electric blue, matching clutch bag - earrings too!
Running shoes with miles of lacing, throbbing hot with raw abrasions.


Ankle straps, kitten heels, not as comfy as they feel.
Platform soles and knocking knees, twisted ankle guaranteed!
The leather look is really plastic, held on with some loose elastic.
Slinging back and cutting in, can't feel where your toes begin!

Trusting shoes with built-in calk? Still impossible to walk.
Pumps which state that you're quite hep, come flying off with your next step!
Pretty canvas, jelly beans, fray away your boot-kick jeans.
Seasoned shoes all bold and clumpy, hell for leather, getting grumpy

Cool espadrilles in the breeze, leave lace marks right up to the knees!
Going retro with some Kickers, further back for winklepickers!
Loads of girls with pretty faces, wear Uggly boots to many places.
Thigh high boots for kinky nights, make sure they are tad too tight.

Peep toes for the well-to-do's. Valentino - Jimmy Choo's?
Wellingtons for muddy fans, get as mucky as you can!
 Blisters, corns, skin that's chaffing, now who is the one that's laughing?
Weeping sores and toes all crushed, buff that suede up with a brush!

Out we go, to shop again, for our misery and pain.
But girls alone, we always choose -  put up with everything for shoes!

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Today's Prompt is FINISH THIS LINE – JL Dodge

Todays line is...
The far side of a muddy path
The rules are you have to use this as your first line with no changes, you may use prose or any poetry form...
OURS IS...

The far side of a muddy path
is where I needed to be,
and the only way to get there
was getting mud all over me...

So many a time I remember
the joy felt as a child,
when a puddle of mud, in my way,
was enough to make me wild...

Mud pies were made with joy
and hard baked by the sun,
we sometimes put our handprints,
just before they were 'done'...

Now, here I am, thinking about
how best I can avoid,
something that not so long ago
made me feel overjoyed ...

So feeling a bit nostalgic,
I kicked off my old shoes
and with my muddy memories
I played away my blues !

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Quiet is the town – Williewizzy

One old car,
Two lazy dogs,
Three spinsters,
Four row of shops.

Silent is the street,
I can hear leaves brushing,
I can hear waters dripping,
Quiet is the town.

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It’s you – Imagination

Scream from every mountainside
and SHOUT from every cliff
Plummet from the rocks above
oh darling spread your arms and FLY

ecstasy euphoria the swirling ups and downs
the rip of whirlwinds and thunderclaps
and rain and stormy breakers

ah my love my love my love! don't you want to shout it too?
ah my love my love my love! i want the world to know

Bellow from each giddy creek
and ROAR from every ocean!
Fall into the depths below 
oh darling sing and fall and flow

doubtful fears forgotten hopes
the swirling ups and downs
reassurances and disappointments fighting back and forth

ceaseless plunder of my patience
restless torture of my nerves!
what will it be – my love, my enemy?

ah my love my love my love! don't you want to shout it too?
ah my love my love my love! i want the world to know

I think I've fallen while flying
I'm flying while falling
I'm up and down and downside up and messed and mixed

"Attention passengers, there will be slight turbulence ahead!
"Fasten your seatbelts!
"Secure all overhead compartments!
"Ready … set … GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

AH MY LOVE MY LOVE MY LOVE! don't you want to shout it too?
AH MY LOVE MY LOVE MY LOVE! i want the WORLD to know

it's

YOU!

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Sweet Torture – Dishilicious

Letting illusion overshadow
Choosing to believe in a lie that tore me apart
Loving every second of being tortured
I made a fool of my broken heart

Running so fast to escape
Disappear to a place of no return
There's no forgiveness for these mistakes
That my heart was deceived to believe were just

No it wasn't for the moment, my heart was made to believe
Tormented for eternity, a lost soul searching for bliss
Sweet to me this pain is, no nothing else really matters
A love that was never to be, convinced my heart it meant the world

As the poison takes control, cutting sharp through each vein
As my body burns with agony, bleeding silent tears of pain
As my heart dies slowly, calling for a delusion it believes is true
I promise, I pledge, I vow - to let you torture me till the end…

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Blue heron - Trisha 

Still, yet taut body

Ready to act in a sec

Blue heron at work

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Within the deepest depths – cjb

was it in the water
the taint that’s on our skin
could it wash away disaster
for its buried its self deep within
we see it in the lightning
yet hover oh so near
is it that were addicted
to what brings our heart beat oh so near
some times I do wonder
if it’s the fear that makes me breath
the idea that the beating could stop
bringing the end of me
is it that the silence seems to deathen me
that makes the thunder bring me back to life
yet I know some were within me that is not quit it
yet I know some were within me were the silence truly hits
the thunders only temporary
a simple substitute
a have seen what hits me
the crashing that makes me mute
there’s an ocean that hits the shore
there’s the rocks jutting high
there’s the thunder that never stops
to make you wonder why
there’s the lands of the forbidden
with the sines of do not disturb
with the craken in the deepest depths
singing its lullaby
you know the crashing of the ocean will live on in to the night

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Teenagepoet

The stars glisten and I,
I think of something irrelevant.
Something more temporary than a shooting star,
something on my mind,
but not in my heart.
I lift my head on a different axis,
and I wonder,
if you see these stars,
what do you think of?
You who has nothing,
you who is stuck in a third world country,
you who lives in a sub-sufficient world,
where everything is on the rocks
and nothing is certain.
You who can’t tell
the dollar from the euro.
You to whom it doesn’t matter,
not because you’ve never been taught to read,
but because you’ve got no pocket for change.
Your pockets been torn and that hole,
that black,
black,
hole,
is sucking the life out of you.
You don’t care for the dollar or the euro,
you want the thing that’ll make you see tomorrow
the thing that’ll make the pain go away.
You,
your wants,
your biggest desires,
are the littlest things I have.
And yet I?
I wish for things beyond your imagining.
Why?
Because the world I was raised in
validates it,
but yours,
yours doesn’t.
But if you’re on this planet
and so am I,
why am I on this side,
and you on the other?

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One autograph for a ten year old – Dan

A ten year old boy lies quietly in bed,

He’d rather be outside playing instead,

His spirit is strong as he welcomes each day,

As he looks at the tubes that keep him at bay,

His smile is there even when he’s in pain,

His treatments are dreadful but he rarely complains,

He’s a brave young man unless tempted to cry,

When he sees the fear in someone’s eyes,

Too young for cancer to put him in strife,

But it’s there uninvited to control his life,

The doctors are doing the best they can do,

They’re waiting to see if the chemo comes through,

Being careful with our words to keep his spirits high,

To meet his wishes the family would like to try,

Signatures he’s requested to place on his board,

From celebrities who are willing of their own accord,

Although bedridden, his eyes would dance,

Knowing someone out there gives him a chance,

Leukemia is not an easy disease to subdue,

Signatures would lift his spirits, perhaps from you,

If you’re a star in sports, music, or screen,

It will make his day for your name to be seen,

Politicians and writers, you’re included too,

Please be sure you include what you do,

If you’re a friend or relative of a fabulous star,

Send those autographs from wherever you are,

His condition is critical, he’s confined to a bed,

The hospital has limits, and no visitors can tread,

If you can meet his request just simply reply,

Mail a short note with autograph to the little guy,

If you would like his address to be sent,

Ask me for his information in a comment.

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My shallow mind – Ashley 

Poor you
Not knowing the world outside
Having such shallow mind
And your creativity dies
The need to scout ideas
Has never crossed your mind
Nothing new
Nothing fresh
Nothing feels as much
Like a breath of fresh air
Shame on me
Having such shallow mind
Not having the open mind
I see only the shortest sight
Improvise I shall
Be brave I will
Shame on you
Digging only my shallow mind
Feeding on my thoughts alike
Seeing through my shortest sight
Improvise you shall not
Be brave you will not
Fortune favors the brave
I shall have that last praise

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I wish for a hammock – Amity

I wish for a hammock

suspended between two giant trees

within the deep of the forest

I wish to lie languorously in it

with an absorbing novel in hand

and lose myself leisurely in  reading  

 I wish  to listen to the weird sounds of nature

of the chirping birds and noisy cicadas

and the rustle of leaves as insects crawl

I wish to  savour the smell of  mountain breeze

and let my eyes feast once in a while

on  the lush landscape around in all its green!

I wish to rest on a hammock

suspended between two coconut trees

found along a beautiful beach

I wish to let it sway as I sing

or listen to my favorite country songs

till I am lulled into gentle sleep

I wish to smell the cool ocean breeze

and feel the searing hot sun

as it lazily rises up from the horizon

I wish to thank the Almighty

for His munificence in nature's bounty

that keeps me ever happy!

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How’s the sky out there – Dhitzunako

“How’s the sky out there?”
She wrote it in a paper,
because she missed him.

…..
…….
…..

“What the hell is this?”
She screamed and threw the paper.
“Damn, right! I hate him!”

…..
…….
…..

“What’s wrong with her, pal?”
asked Pen to his friend, Paper.
“She’s in love. Definitely.”

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Skyward bound in the short term – Jon’s meandering lucridit

Up!   Up I say!   Ｈoist man’s

dreams higher and higher,

beyond the miraculous,

beyond the ridiculous,

beyond the frivolous,

beyond the tempestuous nature of man’s reality that has made him
an enemy of himself,

a mockery of evolution,

a slave to unseen, unreal deities and those who wield fear and hatred as emisarries of those baseless creations.

Ｕp!  Ｕp Ｉ say!  Ｈoist man

above himself and let him
simply be,

simply dream,

simply live,

and simply see things and people as they are and not as he would want them.

Ｌet the Ｆalse Ｍighty fall under theor own weight of falsehood.

Ｌet the Ｔruth Ｓeekers rise through their own lightness of approach.

Ｌet Ｍan embrace and respect his Ａnimal instincts, inclinations and doings, but don’t let him forget he’s a fragile creature in the Ｓea of the Ｕnknown.

Ｕp!  Ｕp Ｉ say!

Ｄzemma ban

 

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Friends – Ms. Peaches

 

I miss my friends
the great times, the good
times, the laughs, the cries
discoveries of social clubs
personified by each one
different persons life

I miss my friends, through
songs sung and rhymes
put with rhythms, creating
hooks, blazing versus
naming Phoreses Fields-
BLACK

I miss my firneds
sharing coconuts, tripping
off this matrix called life
while few enjoy the
fat joys that pizza brings

I miss my friends
toppings of our
talents, we leave
behind, as we
build monuments
touching hearts
showing mankind
we are PASSIONATE…

I miss my friends.

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Do you ever? – Lunawitch

Do u ever dream of me
when u are asleep?
Do u ever think of,
the secrets we used to keep?

Do u ever feel me,
n ur arms so tight?
pressed up against you,
all thru the night?

Do you ever see my face in a crowded room?
You look around and realize,
My face is gone 2 soon?

Do u ever hear my voice, and smile in delight?
If u ever had a choice, wud u hear it again this night?

Do u ever think of me when u play ur favorite song?
Knowing in ur heart that
Loving is not wrong?

Do you ever dream of me,
like i dream of you?
I only ask because, …
it is all
so
true.

Blessed be my friends

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Pieces of me – Becky

Pieces of me are scattered around,

jumbled on the mind like a puzzle strown across a hardwood floor on a cold winter night…

everyone gathers to piece it together,

everyone grabs a piece and they know exactly where it goes,

everyone sees the end result and how to get there and how beautiful it will be when it’s complete.

Pieces of me I don’t recognize,

like the tiny circular glass left across the road when two cars have collided,

the glass merges all into one heap of unknowing,

the beginning of one car is lost in the ending of another, take a broom and sweep it all away and then it’s gone,

no more pieces.

Pieces of me torn out and handed to you,

just to see what you’ll do,

just to see if you care,

just to see if you stole a piece and want to put it back,

just to give it to you…

Pieces of me all tattered and torn,

ripped wide open like the sky after a storm and a rainbow dares to show itself to the world and scream to be seen and laugh at the dark clouds on either side because there,

there in the middle,

there in the spot that was ripped open,

there is a piece of hope.

Pieces of me,

numbered,

waiting,

hoping.

Pieces of me tossed into the air like confetti at a celebration,

sparkling and shimmering and floating gently down to the soft ground making a beautiful pattern as they land…

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You can make it – Speluska

There comes a certain point in life,

When you need to fight for your right.

They will try to push you away,

They will try to put you on the very first train.

What you should do is stay,

Make them see that what they do is not ok.

People who stay on the edge,

Are a perfect catch.

They make the revolutions happen,

They take away from the bad guys their weapon.

So it goes for revolutions as for small conclusions.

In life you should do what you feel is right,

Please do not follow those on the no brain side.

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Red background Close up – Pull of the sun

To the movies
We fled
Every weekend
Afternoon
On 99 to Eugene
And a theater
In the church
With parmesan
Popcorn
Creaky little
Seats
David Lynch-ian red
Curtains
Draping the walls
You
Me
And everyone
We didn’t
Know
All eyes
Aligned
Light of Earth-bound
Stars
Grainy art stock
Film
Dialog
Strange and funny
Like our sideways
Glances
Meeting between his line
And her’s
Our fingers
Met
Slick with parmesan
Butter

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The eternal story – I write, I weep

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I wish I can be with you
Because I really felt so blue
We can gaze at the stars above
Then we’ll fall more deeply in love
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
You don’t know how much I love you
That I don’t want to write our story anew
But though I want to ask for you forgiveness
Sorry for the moments of sadness and bitterness
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You don’t know this but every time I think of you, I cry
I know it looks so of a stupid girl, but I just don’t know why
Maybe because I felt I’m the luckiest person ‘cause I have you
You are indeed the right person I want to be with at morning dews
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Every time that you hug me I felt like this love is really infinite
So believe me you’re just the only one I think of every minute
I’m not being cynic, but is this love will truly last endlessly?
I’m unsure, but one thing’s certain: this will end blissfully
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I wish you knew that I will always love you forever
And that, this is certainly the best fairy tale ever!
I am your princess and you are my only prince
And our love is forever, not just long since
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So come here with me to our castle
Together, we’ll fight life’s battle
With Him, nothing’ll go wrong
We’ll win if we stay strong
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You might never know – Silvertongue

You might never know but I love you
I leave sweet nothings for your friends to give you
For in your ignorance, they will taste sweeter.
You might never know but I care for you
I worry about the slightest slights that befall you.
I try to send help in different guises so that it may reach you
Because deep inside I know that I never will.
You may never know but you’re a part of me even though
We’re apart.

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Prelude – Sam 373

Rim Sleep

Silence

Faint vision

Rumble in my soul

Desert snow

Mountain top oasis

Hope

Semi erection

Unspoken conversation

Loud but unspoken rejection

Compromised expectation

Inward conversation

Avalanche  of expectations

Realization

Things to do

No time to waste

One and one is one

The sun had gone down

Hadn’t realized

A new day dawns

Semi-Erection

Unspoken conversation

More than a notion

FRUSTRATION

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