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The Winter Blues

The Winter Blues
Robert J. Lindley 

Winter blew in with a scant little whimper 
Fall skulked away with hardly a peep 
Deep cold, blowing winds fit some's temper 
Yet others they sadden enough to weep! 

Snow brings its beauty and shining charms 
Frigid air sets furry critters about 
Blizzards blasting forth set great alarms 
Where frozen forested cries ring out. 

Nature knows best and gives as she pleases 
Hardest season sets the coming stage 
Death and pain, of which Spring then eases 
Time for each, says the wizened sage! 

Cold chills, hang glisten silent through the night 
Decembers solstice sets the stage northbound 
Jack Frost pretends to be Earth's white knight 
Dark days of winter winds; ice-kiss the ground 

Autumn renews chilling barren vows, 
Wonderland enables the sun on numb 
Icicles form, a voice shared -leaving nature roused 
Winter's blue melodies washed down with rum 

A cold peril storm, enjoying the winter sky 
Frostbitten dawn, desolate sunset of worthlessness 
A leafless desire to intensify nature's supply 
Loss from exposed skin, of hopelessness 
Snow, Sleet, and hell; patients needing detox 
Atlas Spring gives way to the Viral Equinox 

(Robert Lindley and Poet Destroyer co-write) 

~ ~ A Poet Destroyer Collaboration ~ ~

Contest: Collaboration Celebration- subject- Winter Reflections. 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Blossoms And Bubbles

Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.

Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.

Mother's  heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with  loving care.

Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.

April 6, 2015

Copyright © Sharon Gulley

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dream catcher

Blooming before us, like dandelions sprouting in the spring.
Rising above and beyond, invisible during the day,
  Guardians at night.

Dangling up high as if it were puppets.
So close, mountains could give a kiss away.
The Stars dance and wiggle, as if putting on a play.
Clouds form a dark, grey, thunderstorm,
Clapping and roaring vividly, like an applause.
The wind glides along in appraise.
The moon shivers and squirms, it smiles upon the stars.

A shooting star evolves, 
Leaving a trail of the dreams that sparkle in the dust.
Feeling pure joy, the
Moon erupts into a wall of tears. 
Water breaks the bond of the dreams attached to the star,
It slowly sinks down into the homes, in the rooms, 
Into the minds, of the beholder.

 It has now lost its dreams.
The sun is rising, and the star at once must become invisible,
It now must start over and watch from above like a hawk.
It now must watch the lives of everyday people,
And become one with the beholder.
It now must take dreams and guard them with its life.
It now must take on its duty as a Dream-Catcher.

Copyright © Angel classified

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50 Shades of Naked

If you are 50 and you are naked
Make it a poem and not a photo
A poem we see your inner beauty
A photo we see out of warranty
A poem we see you’re giving spirit
A photo we see your sagging dreams
A wilting flower is majestical poetry
On paper is part of a suicide note
A naked mind will melt hearts young and old
A naked old man will scare away the scare crows
No one wants to see grandma naked
Not even poor old grandpa
But we will love her all the more
For chocolate chip cookies and loving hugs

You however my princess
At fifty x three, lovely and naked just for me
And I will love you to the very bone

Copyright © arthur vaso

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A winding path blanketed 
by a cornucopia of colours 
Thick rich leaves 
drying to hues of golds, and browns
A sparse canopy arching over the path 
dapples the ground
Diffused hopscotch patterns 
spotlight the grass
Birds darting through blackened hedgerows
Callings of panicked discovery 
Scuffling in the undergrowth 
forest life      comes alive...
A low sun for shaded eyes  
peeks pulled down.....
Autumnal clothing 
matching an autumn mood
Damp mulched leaves deep trodden
breaking down to food
To feed the ever needy roots of the great oaks
Trees slimy with moss
Shiny damp with the cloying dense mist 
rising from the forest floor
We've walked this path a million times
marvelled     never the same
a tapestry of shifting colours 
the autumn odour of breakdown and decay
My hand held firm       
we reminisce 
think about the time to come.....
when we will never walk.... this walk again
we sigh,  
this wonder is      now
a captured memory 
to be shared later   
And enjoyed!

Copyright © Ian Guyler

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A Tribute To Peter Duggan

A Tribute To Peter Duggan 

What can I say as tribute to this great man
the kindness in his poems just beams out
His great love of Nature, family and life can
cause my heart to rise up and sing out!

First, I saw a man writing with a sweet soul
with clear flowing waters in his stream
Writing about good and even about life's toll
never lets up on heart and mind's dream!

Rivers he knew just like his own huge heart
a man of passion that danced with glee
Yes, he wrote with gold right from the start
honorable man, great poet he surely be!

Love of all life, family and his darling wife
Peter ran a path I dreamed of as well
Never one to mince words about past strife
he inked the page, often giving it hell!

Poetry seemed melted into his Aussie blood
sweet verses he grew as Nature's flowers
Energetic and valiant, no stick in the mud
his poems were all like Spring showers!

Nothing more to say except tribute is sincere
would love to meet he and family some day
Where our gathering would bring all good cheer
Thank God if that blessing came my way!


Silent One
Contest Name--	Tribute 
Enter Poetry Contest
Deadline	9/2/2015 12:00:00 AM

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Gone, Our Days Dancing In The Splashing Rain

Gone, Our Days Dancing In The Splashing Rain

As this our time retreats into faded thought
  and our nights of love become a pain
We can both see that with a dear price bought
  our days dancing in the splashing rain
Should we again find our way into love's realm
  tempest breaking the greatest storm apart
Ship on truest course with heart at the helm
  finding treasures not seen on any chart

When hope, our only saving grace fell very far
  did we regret the touch of our lips then
Or invite in the misery creating this deep scar
  thus viewing all our love passion as sin
What of the sorrow that chills us both so deep
  deadly words that slash with no remorse
Nay, the damnation and costs make us both weep
  each crying out for a much happier course

Has this time sealed our doom and failed pride
  a journey based upon mistakes and lies
Drowning as we fail to cross darkness so wide
  death under black waters with broken ties
Never reaching up for that romance saving hand
  content to lick and eat our own pride
Saddest traveler into desolation's blackest land
  moaning out regret as we enjoy the ride

Will our stubbornness give birth to great defeat
  a testament to anger's futile arrogance
A nasty meal we each still find begging to eat
  no victory in foolishly killing romance

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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A Look Back

A Look Back

Fleeting the moments of laughter and joy,
   Love promises so much more:
There is no finality in the life garnered
   Once we see the dread of its end.

So short were the days in the sun:
   Where shining dawns offered deep hope
All we once were has now been done
   We live and loved in a dream.

Robert J. Lindley. 06-30-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Autumn Erupts, Colors Splash

Autumn Erupts, Colors Splash
              (Red Number Two)

Dark red colors spring into view
 Autumn feast wraps eager trees
 Winter issues early pleas
Cold breezes form long overdue!

Gold springs in the season dance
 Nature awaits more vibrant hues
 As Winter sends racing clues
All a certainty, nothing by chance!

Green races far into a distant past
 Life braces for a drastic change
 Colors splash , such varied range
Some wish, season to forever last!

Life births so much scenic pleasure
We each pick those we most treasure.

Robert  J. Lindley


Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Behind the walls of shame

Behind the walls of shame

I discovered makeup when I was lost and weary, it took me to heart and hid all the scars I had.
I discovered sunglasses when I felt ashamed of my brown eyes,they all said I was a stoner way before...
I started adoring my clothes when I realised they could coverup all my flaws and shapeless shapes.
I began to adore my shoes when I was enlightened to the ruthless embarassing routes my feet took.
I became more concerned with my hair because I could tell it revealed the secrets my head is battling with.
My lips became the source of my malice and demise, they uttered the most valgur truth so I painted them pink,red,purple and more.
I chose to wipe my bruised arm with all the cheap jewellery I owned 'cause I couldnt let them see...
My hands were bloody so I dipped my fingernails in red nailpolish.
Now that am in exile in my own skin and behind all this material beings I'll holdon to my panties and only take them off to pee and bath..
Who am I to blasphem so..

Copyright © Anga Sontlaba

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown

Copyright © brandy wassam

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Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Scent of Talcum

    A humid afternoon , in the middle of August,  has nothing much to commend about it.  I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of a familiar old street.   It's too hot for even the ardent gardener to be out and about, and sidewalks are deserted, while children are herded into backyard wading pools. Clouds are softly framed in bands of charcoal grey.  
I stand on the corner, waiting for the light to change, and waiting for cars to allow me to cross the street.

rush hour traffic...
bees circle the elm trees with
no notice of me

     I approach the old Victorian, and can't help but notice how painted shutters need repair, and the garden needs weeding, with devil-grass taking over the wind-whipped faces of dreary, old zinnias. Seeing it so unkempt, makes me a little sad  
   Drooping over the sidewalk, thirsty roses lean over to greet me, as I ring the bell.  A dear old woman opens the door, and suddenly, with unbridled joy, sparkling eyes, leathery old face, that crinkles into delight, my gloomy mood evaporates, like a freshly-washed springtime day,....and I'm quickly ushered into the talcum-scented foyer of friendship. 

a wilted blossom
still beautiful in my palm....
new lines in her face

7/19/15  For Contest Sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven 

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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rose is beauty

rose is beauty like u
once crushed,
she would dissolve 
in the lap of soil,
with her tattered dreams
like every indian women

Copyright © sneha nair

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That Old Tree Was Loved

That Old Tree Was Loved
That old tree had weathered many storms past
Veteran of countless intense brush fires
Giant limbs still grew strong and very fast
Yet this summer, one can see where it tires.

Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up
Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn
Dried out looking for water from drought's cup
If it dies this year , so it was its turn.

Child of nine swung from its lofty branches
Climbing so very high for a huge thrill
Tree was life and we daring to take chances
To see farther, what lay over the next hill.

A picture of old and ancient life now gone.
Remembering, this heart again feels so alone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015

Note- Yes this old tree existed on the farm . 
As a young child I marveled at its size and beauty. 
When I turned 45 years old I went back to see if it was still there.
 Only a huge stump remained.
For me as a child it was the greatest toy in world.........

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Live Life, Love Deeply

Live Life, Love Deeply

Life is sweet mists in the trees
rides on a floating rainbow
Smooth sailing on calm blue seas
sunshine to make Love grow!

A dance that spreads pure joy
music soft, slow with wine
Duets with a girl and a boy
flowers blossoming so fine!

Promises of the romantic nights
days filled with epic song
Tours of many wonderful sights
love deep and forever long!

Paradise exists for each heart
a crown for true pleasure
Believe in it, give it a start
life is the greatest treasure!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-11-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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It Hurts

It hurts to be me
It hurts to be lonely
The emotions inside me
Are aching endlessly

I miss my friends dearly
And I wish that they could hear me
I call for them desperately
They don’t know that without them I am empty

I try to explain to people what I feel
But you cannot understand how I feel
And I reminisce on the memories that seem so real
And every day I try to keep my tears concealed

A beautiful girl that is now so far away, the pain lingers
I rerun the memory of us cuddling and playing with each other’s fingers
And even now she doubts that my heart is hers
And the pain cannot be described by any words

And a girl that I love like a sister
I can’t tell her how much I miss her
And I cry when I remember New Year’s Day when I kissed her
Any thought about her and my spine shivers

A friend that comforts me through thick and thin
I would be dead if it weren't for him
And the memories of hanging in his room with the lights dim
And he can’t understand how much I miss him

And a mother that was never even mine
Accepted me at any time
Making a broken child feel fine
And made his heart shine

And the day we were all together for a late night drive
I swear I have never felts so alive
For a moment all the bad memories and lies
They were forgotten and left aside

And Andrew I will always care for
We know pain, misery and more
Even his presence I adore
And He will always be in my hearts core

My friends will always be with my heart
Without them my heart wouldn't even start
Without them I would fall apart
And I hope that I will always be in their heart

Copyright © Nathan Fehr

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Goddess Of Sweetest Desire

Goddess Of Sweetest Desire

Eternally strong, forever soft and free,
Her life spread as wings of a dove.
Fragrant fruit on Nature's fairest tree.
She that so displayed her true love.
Earth could not hold her dancing glee,
Even within its throngs of spirits fair--
music gifted from Heavenly song,
angels thrilled to her image see,
became brighter that moment and more aware;
While happiness came racing on in,
She the fantasy of mortal men.

Hoping that Fate to her life be so kind,
her admirers sent their praise and thanks.
Sight given to those formerly so blind,
miracles sent from majestic heavenly banks!

To her Nature bowed its lofty head,
with pluck sang a streaming, gentle song
And increased her deep love instead--
this she knew, gift so very great and long,
found a path where angels and Gods tread!

Mists of time gentle to her beauty were,
all yielded to the hands of Fate,
such were the great blessings given her--
vanished any vestige of mortal hate,
She the sympathy of the Fates did stir! 

Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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A veil of smoke can tie a knot
Around each mote
I cannot mask the wind
Just like the mote cannot be tied and twinned
I am soaked in a dense haar
Blindly following the sound of the guitar
But in the day I have to face the dark
When you feel guilty and say ‘I lied’
Made efforts but cant stop the emotions of a misty-eyed
A glass covered with murk and steam
Give it heat, it will fly away flapping its invisible wings
Give it an ice rind, it will make the glass its domain in-situ
Like a diamond precious ring
This world is full of illusions
Every real thing is a fusion
Try to rub the haze of life
It will show you the existence of soul in  your  eyes

Copyright © Raarya Kuanr

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Sweetest Love, Embraces The Moon's Light

Sweetest Love, Embraces The Moon's Light

Sweet love, grows even as we sleep
against its breast, dares to hold it close
Memories of such nights burn in deep
like the great beauty of a lover's rose

Burning kiss, a kiss so magically felt
into your arms my body quickly flows
As my heart and soul stir to melt
moonlight gifts its majestic shows

Tender hands, that touch my cheeks
creating the dream I fly deep into
Such passion, all a lover ever seeks
eternal hours holding and kissing you

Glowing smile, sends love in waves
dancing long Summer nights away
Your true love my life forever saves
passionate blessing forever and a day

Sweet love, grows even as we sleep
against its breast, dares to hold it close
Memories of such nights burn in deep
like the great beauty of a lover's rose

Sweet love, embraces the moon's light
snatches the heart, dares to hold it tight

Robert J. Lindley , 05-24-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Memories, Of Majestic And Wild Ride

Memories, Of Majestic And Wild Ride

Forever and defying black storms at play,
no longer young and full of zeal.
Seeking first the lost joy in each new day,
the old man sometimes got his thrill.

Sunrise toasted heart and stirred Love,
a beam of Hope deep within his mind.
Softened calls from the morning dove,
served to set him aglow and then remind.

He could no longer hold onto the dead,
she that fired his spirit and Soul.
Yet always, he remembers words she said,
how Time raced with its goal and toll.

Thoughts on life to be actively loved,
gave energy for his passionate flight.
Each sunny day hit him hard and shoved,
imagined beauties visiting him each night.

Yet always, this memory haunted his mind,
how darling wife said , Yes forever I do!
And how he cried deeply replying in kind.
They together each morn their love renew!

Forever and defying black storms at play,
no longer young and full of zeal.
Seeking first the lost joy in each new day,
the old man sometimes got his thrill.

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015

Note- Looking back, life sho' has been 
a majestic and wild ride!
ADD:    This started as a sonnet, but my muse yet again had her way!
She thinks that I can not tie my shoes unless she tells me how.. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Prayer To The God Of Winter

Prayer To The God Of Winter

Ye foolish God of Winter,
 How dare you paint this land in white
 Tis' enough the wind and brutal cold
 The cold raging in, seeping in at night
 Pains that rake deep this body old!

Why think thee the beauty overrides,
 Are not the aches we cry often about
 Witness to your malicious white attack
 Shall we gather here to scream out
 Or silently moan behind your back?

Cease now, with this cold fluffy stuff,
 Think thee , all so dearly love snow
 While you send this floating rain
 We dare to curse, so you will know 
 And perhaps, not send the white again!

Pray Ye, merciful God of Winter,
 A reprieve from bitter slicing cold
 A time to warm old bodies and bones
 Here us, honor this plea, don't scold
 We that beseech thee in desperate tones!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-08-2015

Note- Fall is here, winter is just around
 the corner. I love the beauty and majesty 
of snow but the cold often can be brutal.
This poem is about that brutality when 
it is extreme and so harms so many.
Thus the great beauty does not compensate.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Slave To The Order

It begins with a bang.

Blasted out of bed I dress and suit up for war is upon us. Of course both my swords are unsheathed and the sun has just begun to rise over the horizon. Quickly without much warning I am shot in the arm by a arrow through the window of my barracks "this is bad" I think to myself. The other men are all running out of bed with great hast. I pull the arrow out of my arm and run out side to find cover. A light rain begins to pelt me as I finish the quick battle field patch work on my arm.  

My commander appears in front of me and shouts out his orders for the immediate defense of our base. We salute and I run over the battlements to bring back some form of order to my archers. That is when I learn that the gate was nearly breached so I command oil to be dropped and arrows with fire to be lit and hurled at the poor sods bellow me.  No one knows how many we killed within those fist seconds but it was definitely at least a hundred enemies. That of course does not even slow them down as more berate the gate.  Believing in my righteous cause I gather my Calvary but hesitate a moment before bursting out the gate in a wild charge to the enemy camp to eliminate their famed leader. One thousand horsemen gallop across the bridge  ten miles to the hill where we know he is lurking in the shadows unknowing about the doom which now surely awaited him and his kingdom.  

Knowing what I do now I wish I had let the king sack my humble castle. The destruction of my peoples independence was only the beginning of our story. Had that king I killed destroyed my commander before he became the exalted emperor he is today the world would have been better off. For now I will leave it at this, My people will be free and father will rue the day he left us.

Copyright © Della Vossa

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Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez

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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

Copyright © Smail Poems

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Grandparents they be two lights
Who may lead to wisdoms door.
For hopefully they've lived their lives
And made that journey to the core
And found the jewel buried there
Beneath the shades of sorrow.
And now these two be living life
No past and no tomorrows.

They be a pool within a desert
Where the grass grows lush and green.
A cool place where the kids drop in
To breath in air that's more serene.
They will be gentle, sweet, but stern
{If the need for this comes up}
But mostly kids look on these folk
To over fill the loving cup.

And when these ancient ones depart
And through the golden gates do stroll
The power that rules these mighty realms
{Once the aids have weighed the soul}
Will send them down as spirit folk
To help folks lives to flow
before they enter Earth again
To gain another chance to grow.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.

Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.

In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.

Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.

Copyright © Albert Price