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Hello Stranger by McConnell, Gordon
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The New Poet

~Life Support~

Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup, 
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not  afraid of you, I will approach you to say hello
I will Annoy you until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!" 
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be smitten, 
You can choose to adore or instigate petitions of envy
When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee

It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly  
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter 
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game, 
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same

Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming to your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car

Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community 
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again

Always & Forever 
Age Of Poet Destroyer
6-24-14


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
(sigh)
Snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?


Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2014

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Linda-Marie, my sweet family

Forever my BFF

Your heart
Your smiles
You cared, when others wouldn't 

You are one of a kind,
No one here will ever come close, to the beauty from your heart
Linda my bff, I miss you, and I wish you were here
You made this place a better place
You made this place shine

One day my friend, I will see you and again, 
In a place, where you are the Angel
Welcoming me' for a second time, 
Holding the door to another home, as you did here on the soup.

I love you my BFF Linda-Marie.

By; SKAT



Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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Good Bye, My Love Part I and Hello, My Love Part II

Your Own Favorite Poem Contest Sponsor: Carol Eastman "GOOD BYE, MY LOVE" Part I Written: December 14, 2015 After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms, you were this woman who left by choice, all natural decisions made from a place of despair, darkness consumed you as you fell into an addiction with expressions of deep sorrow and remorse... step by step by step... taking steps... foot by foot by foot, slower than a run, yet faster than a turtle, closer and closer towards your oblivion... Into mysterious unconsciousness, I whispered... "Goodbye, my love,"...as you walked away... After the spring but before the leaves, I found you drained of energy, completely exhausted into nothingness, and through it all, you still loved me... seems like yesterday we walked side by side, you..me...the gentle breeze... You need not ask for forgiveness, sweetheart, it has been granted long ago, and before you were gone, I already whispered, “Goodbye, my love", as you walked away... After the sun but before the rain, You tore out the pages from your favorite book, You wrote it at such a tender age, Too young to understand, yet too old to make believe, big brown eyes, wearing a ball cap on your head, smiling while hiding and running while crying... I couldn't handle this defeated hopelessness you wore on your sleeves, patches sewn on to cover up the burn holes... I sit at your grave once again, no tears, no laughter no guilt... I stood up and whispered.. “Good bye, my love", as I walked away... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "HELLO, MY LOVE" Part II Date Written: February 29, 2016 After the hot sunshine, but before the icicles started reflecting prisms of rainbows, I was this woman in poor health. I spent days, weeks and months lying in that cold hospital bed. That musty room smelled like disease and loss. After time passed I was ready to fly above. My husband kept his promise to allow me to die with in the comfort of my home. My bed...my bathroom...my life...my family...my choice... When I first got the news that I had lupus, my ears got quiet, yet my mind screamed in fear. So, there I was battling this deadly disease. I had been sleeping for three days, hooked up to an IV of pain medicine to keep me comfortable. Once I heard my daughter say, “it's ok mommy, you can let go now, I will always love you”, my left eye opened with a tiny tear falling down my cheek. I knew it was time. I walked into the light and there I saw her. my sweet sister. She wore smiles gleaming and our hearts immediately connected, melting together like wax from a candle. All the terrible memories I had surrounding her death had vanished. All I could see was her big doe shaped brown eyes, staring at me in amazement. There in sweet heavenly bliss I whispered... “Hello, my love,” as I walked her way.... After blue clouds but before the kingdom, she was absolutely glowing in luminescence. I had waited five years for this exact moment. She took my hand and we walked through the garden with trellises of roses and to the left were bright colored lily's. Her favorite flower. For her, there was no more smiling while hiding and running while crying. Her defeated hopelessness turned into a promising and auspicious reality. For myself, there would be no more heavy breathing and muscle aches with terrible pain. Holding hands she led me to the golden kingdom. It actually did have white pearly gates! She walked ahead and turned around to me with excitement saying, “now is the time to follow me, dear sister.” Taken aback by the glorious light, I whispered... “Hello, my love,” as I walked her way... Written By: Laura Loo Date Written: February 26, 2016


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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LIFE ON MARS

If there is life on Mars they won't want us.
That's because we're so corrupt.
Even mice on Mars would have more sense.
Than we on Earth who are so dense.

If they see us coming, they'll get their guns.
Blast us to pieces, have their fun.
No planet would accept we silly fools.
After decimating, desecrating, leaving pools.

Of blood and bodies on our wasted land.
Earth's survival did not go to plan.
Move over Mars, we're wading in.
To pillage, plunder and commit sin.

Against all living things that breathe.
That may support us, if you please.
So dumb and dimwitted earthlings be
They eat you whole, just for their tea.

Put up a STOP sign, warn them well.
Then empty all your nuclear shells.
If there's life on Mars, they won't want to die.
So, so long earthlings...adieu...goodbye.


Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

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Haiku Roku - Days Light








                                  "Haiku Roku - Days Light"


                                   sunrise and sunset
                                   start of and end of days light
                                   hello and goodbye




                                    
                                  WTA-IV  4/13/2016


Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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Haiku Hachi - Greetings






                               "Haiku Hachi - Greetings"



                                good morning to you
                                a good morning to you too
                                the sound and echo




                                WTA-IV  4/19/2016


Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.


Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

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Not Again

When I first met you girl
My heart skipped a beat
I was so sprung
I was down to massaging your feet
But if you try to play me
Not only will I flip
I will come back to reclaim the beat
That my heart skipped.


Copyright © Tyanna Thompson | Year Posted 2016

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don't be afraid

DON’T BE AFRAID
I live to please you, 
I live to see the best in you
You and I are the best match
Havens have open mountains
Heavy rains ought to end us
But don’t be afraid

I have created tents to keep you safe
The safest place for you is in my heart
Where only my thoughts and blood play
My blood oozes with oxygen and love
Don’t be afraid this love is forever

I have devoted all my love to you
The clouds have surrendered its beauty for us
This is all for you
So don’t be afraid

This is the love that children will fantasizes 
This is the love that you wished for
Your wishes have come true


Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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She's Gone For The Day

      SHE'S GONE FOR THE DAY 
You could see the look in her eyes                  
why'd you look away too soon?
Now you realize           
that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

You could  read her life in her eyes
why'd you look away too soon?
Now you realize that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

Time how it flies! How it flies!      
She was gone, before you realized!

You could have the love in her eyes 
But you look away too soon
Then you realize that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

Time slips away, slips away.
She'll be gone before you think of anything to say.

You could have the love in her eyes 
But you look away too soon
Then you realize that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

Yeh she's gone for the day 
and before you could say something to her.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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He said, I said

How the housefly gets attracted to organic decay and an infant child traces the voice of its mother are nothing compared to the intense attraction Michelle and I possess on the guy owning not a strand of hair on his head but is in command of all forms of feminine arousal Our weakness was too glaring; our lust, too embarrassing the chance to act rare and expensive we've lost. All we've got is to dance to the tune of his authority as he smiled and consented to our 'not so hidden' desires. Now, he walks straight at us his every step, an additional load on me I seem to carry the entire solar system on my chest. My heartbeat, pulsations and breath are as loud as a live rock band "I've never seen you here is this your first time?"......... He said "Yeah, actually!".................. I said. My friend and I responded simultaneously our answers gushing out like a group of running horses, mine seem to carry more weight as it tames any challenge from hers. "So, how did two love Angels fall in such an unworthy place as this?"......... He said "How unworthy?"........................................... I Said. I've championed the game of words and emotions and just as what inevitably defines the day is sunlight so is my testament. Michelle showed glimpse of disapproval to my replies but my exclamation of her name gave adequate caution. "yes, this place is unworthy, because I need to pass through seven Oceans and seven hills to see someone like you"........... He said. "Then you'll never find me there. I'm not a specie going extinct." ............................ I Said. The gods of luck have smiled on the Lions once again in preference to other cats. The father of favour, shaking hands with the Eagle while by-passing the other birds. This is my exact situation as jealousy builds a castle in my friend's heart. "So, what's your name, sweet damsel?"...... He said. "Anna"........................................................ I said. This is a familiar routine, his plan is as detectable and as obvious as watered grass but letting it turn green is what I must not allow so that the security of my reputation is not compromised. "Anna is a lovely name, do you like poker?"........ He said. "No, I don't!"........... I said. The looks of my friend, spoke 'awe' mine replied in aggression then she flowed in complete understanding on its message on not acting cheap especially to the one we've shown so much likeness. "So what do you like?".......................He said. "Going out to the Cinema or the beach or engaging in salsa".......................... I said. Already scoring goals and dominating the game, I felt my opponent was completely toothless and flattened. But playing along is my aim to make him beg on his knees which adds to my fame. "Can we try any of those sooner?"......................... He said. "How do you mean?"............................................... I said. Another punch brings about another shield and sometimes a strong defence feels more fulfilling than a heavy attack. "Let's go out to the movies this night"............. He said. "I'm busy tonight!"........................................... I said. It feels like punishment to him but he takes it like a challenge and this keeps me far from winning. Being on top is my birth right and a step lower is deemed a sacrilege. "What about going to the beach this weekend?".................. He said "I'll be out of town"................................................................. I said. Persistence could be rewarding but my protective walls are just too thick for any form of penetration; too high for any form of infiltration and too deep for any form of condemnation. "Then, when would you be free to teach me Salsa?"............................ He said. "I'm not stable, neither can I determine my free time"..................... I said. The game of attack and defense is never absolute as the attacker may fall victim of a rare counter attack or the defender, gets wary of his defense with no chance to pull an offensive string. Either, ending up as the vanquish despite the brilliant strategies being set up. "Michelle, are you also unstable like Anna?"...... He said "What!"............................................................... I said. Envy plans on a historic transfer while my friend poised not an aota of difficulty and this makes me extremely furious. She was just at the corner waiting for this opportunity and even before it avails itself, she snatches it into her well guided belongings. Looking at both in confusion and disappointment; they share contacts and crack jokes. "I'll give you a call this evening".................. He said Nothing I said because now, Michelle is running the show.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH II - a collab with JAMES FRASER

WHEN TEARS TOUCH II Sitting lax, Speakers on ears: "(You should know better) Dream of better lives the kind which never hate (You should see why) Dropped in the state of imaginary grace (You should know better)... ...I'll stop the world and melt with you You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time..." Then Immediately it stopped cause... [Fasten your belts please.... In five minutes we will be landing.] --------------------------------------------------------- Back, left and right, I walk and glance to search more than five feet tall girl with long jet black hair. She said she will be in purple collar dress With that one in a million glossy awesome smile. Here there and everywhere, my eyes and feet run 'round Tiger eyes seeking at the sea of crowd on the lounge Picturing a tall fair man with some bluish eyes in her mind. He told her he will be in his khakis and blue sleeves My heart flutters high as I pass a gaze with each man I see My diaphragm seems to work twice than usual as I spree. Palms began to warm though outside a shower of snowflakes.. My throat gone desert dry as I am excited of the sight... Around are persons saying warm hello's and some are hugging Each one busy on little chitchat at the lobby ground While some are still carrying some of their bags and luggage. As it's worth the wait... worth the solitary wait... My cheeks and nose turning smokey rosy drifts [as there in the left end corner is he} Thunder eyes sparkle a blinding light [as there in the right corner is she] Wide smile formed in two thin lips showing white teeth Arms and hands on tidal waves as they are running. running. running... Running half-way... Even the ticking clock halts to watch.... Black and blue eyes locked in one steady stare 'till they stopped face to face eyes talking as they shake hands tight eyes and hands together, no one breaking free Seems they are the only ones there Uncaring the others, all smiles then one moment tears of joy touch as they embrace... Soppy eyes converse. Dreaming of better lives the kind which never hate The kind that never had been blemished by such evil from the world Dropped in the state of imaginary grace Shall never try to be that unkind, Instead, this heart pumps to unfurl... _________________________________ *the song lines comes from the MODERN ENGLISH SONG: I MELT WITH YOU © Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser Written November 6, 2014


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

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Demoislle

Vous pouvez sentir l’amour
petite fleur

Je me sens quand nous nous
serrons….
et quand nous nous
embrassons

Oui

Pour moi,
juste l’odeur de vous cheveux
exciter
mon amour pour toi

Oui



*Pour la fille Francaise
           Life


Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015

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Please Help Me, Re-lyric

Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.



Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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MY GOOD PHONE

Find a good phone for me,

Only two rings!


Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

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YOUR WALMART GIRL

         YOUR WALMART GIRL
----verse 1
Sometimes some things just happen.
Sometimes we need a touch to help us get by.
When it's not there we wonder why.
I know your hand is lonely.
It's in your touch I see it there in your eye.
All I can do is wonder why.
------chorus
Why can't we get together?
I don't know.
How did you touch me? I don't know.
If I could reach your mind Maybe we could find it.
But I don't know.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
----verse 2
Smiling is tired and lonely.
There's no tomorrow when there's only today.
It's just a way to get us by.
Scanning goes by so quickly
While I search for words to ask you how you have been.
Then it's too late -- you're gone again.
-----chorus
Why can't we get together?
I don't know.
How did you touch me? I don't know.
If I could reach your mind Maybe we could find it.
But I don't know.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Hello to You

When my day is hectic and busy
My head spins and I feel dizzy
Or in the quiet of my solitude
Sometimes I think of you

Just a pleasant little thought
Knowing that I don't but I ought
To find a way since it's been awhile
To say hello and share a smile

Hoping all is good and well
Wishing that your feeling swell
Knowing time just runs away
Remembering you when I pray

So I stop to write this poem
Seeking words like a lost coin
Into the cushions of my mind
Trying to express what I find

Nothing said can replace
A happy meeting face to face
But until that day comes true
A very loving "Hello to you"  .


Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014

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Welcome

                                                          “WELCOME

New inductees,
To the great American Society
Where dreams like sirens
Beckon,
But the distance before such dreams are reached
Increases with each step you achieve.
The land where meeting opportunities
Depends on mobility,
But beware of people in your passenger seat
Our air bags cause injuries,
And our auto companies 
Will deny any direct responsibility.

Life here is a routine day in day out
Maneuvered through by most sleepily
And all lives carry a dollar amount,
Set by a millionaire’s Congress whose skill is stupidity,
While you live hand to mouth.
But here you’ll drive beautiful scenic views 
Beautiful people to meet
But don’t be fooled,
Many believe God speaks through the T.V.
And protect and serve applies to minorities.

Here your youths
Will struggle to get through less than new schools
While you pray they make it home each day safely,
Then with their Master’s degree they can work fast food
Or retire from the city with a gold watch after twenty.
Here products are designed with life limits,
Repeat business is how they justify it,
Then sold for as much as business can get,
Because courts say second rate is just good business.

But don’t be dismayed
This is an amazing place
Of Hollywood screen parts
Snake oil, fake body parts,
Magical face creams, and cash until payday.
Plenty of people here will give of themselves,
Just remember to watch your health
As you try to make something of yourself,
Welcome”.


Copyright © Michael Hawk Moore | Year Posted 2015

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Thanksgiving Poem

The Indians and the Pilgrims.
We children do thank.
They've left us with more
than turkey and swank.

They taught us to share
from the Big to the small.
They remind us accept
that there's difference in all.

They taught us to sit
next to strangers we meet.
They taught us our history
depends who we greet.

They've given us fashion.
Put feathers in caps.
We've learned to make buckles
and pants held with straps.

They've surprised us with syrup
they tapped from our trees.
Then added to recipes
of bread just to please.

They've shown us the way
from the fields to the streams.
Made settlements neighbors:
Lands, honeys and creams.

They lived out their life
making each man they meet
look richer by far
just by going up to greet.

Remember to thank them
and ask them for more
because they taught us what giving
and sharing is for...


Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014

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I'm Home

Listen to poem:
Pointed white ears - distorted
Through a window pane,
Twitch to the sound of
Footsteps on the walk way.

They wait - still as twin statues
Carved in alabaster.

Then - eye contact
Through a glistening glass.

Not a muscle moves, not a sound!

Key into the doorway of their world
Turns swiftly,
Its companions jingling impatiently.
 
Click, click -  then,
Nails - tough as nails,
Rake the back side of my front door.
Stir up the cooling embers of my heart.

Enter now into utter frenzy
Served up nightly.
A raucous welcome home party.

Whining, whirling, dancing, twirling.
Extreme tail misbehavior!

Running, jumping, licking, barking,
Ecstasy.

I'm Home!



© 2015 Diane Lefebvre


Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

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Hello, January

Where had you been, we were so keen,
To feel your touch, we enjoy you so much.
‘Til ke Laddu’, ‘Pinni and Kachodi’,
‘Gajar ka Halwa’, ‘Garmagaram Pakodi.
Sweaters and shawls, quilts and blankets,
Everybody is packed in socks and jackets.
Cold wind that blow and faces that glow,
Noses turned red, dandruff that spread’.
Resolutions, commitments and preparations,
Dear January, You are full of celebrations.
You bring with you, lots of things to do,
Hello January, we welcome you.

Date - 18/01/14
*Til ke laddu- eatable balls of seasame seed.
*Pinni- Eatable balls made of wheat flour, lots of dry fruits and ghee (melted butter).
*Kachodi and pakori- Two Indian snacks.
*Gajar ka halwa- Carrot pudding.
*Garmagaram- served hot.

{ These things loose their taste if I dare to write them in English--
 sorry for the inconvenience caused to my English friends.  :(    }


Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2014

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Pretty Love

Pretty Love
Kind touches
Sugar Hello’s
Melodic kisses

Swift feet that run towards peace
Ears that hear that the innocent ones have been released
Eyes that see the goodness in increase
Arms that reach out to embrace and greet

Handsome hearts
Gorgeous souls
Two minds have met
That has made a whole

Lovely is their morning song
Kindness subverts all wrong
How long is long

Forever and a day


Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2014

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A Visit From Mother

My mother comes to visit me
I always look forward to what will be.
Leaves of red and brown, as it is fall
Her presence here makes me feel small.

I know she loves me, for that is true
“I’ve come to have a talk with you.”
She tells me dad is doing well,
I know she’s happy, I can tell.

She then asks me how I have been
I respond to her with a wide grin.
She talks about my uncle too,
“He always says he misses you.”

She says that she’s been working hard
Taking care of the house, and also the yard.
Silence echoes as leaves fall from the sky
Now it is time to say goodbye.

I call out to her and ask for her to stay
But she lays flowers on my grave and walks away.


Copyright © Louis Nathaniel | Year Posted 2014

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Text Poems

Text Poem #1-afternoon

Park bike ride Random
Puppy Playdate creek
Romp with young Hippy
kid with boxer and California
hash crisp fall breathe
Dappled sunlight
Sherwood Forest

Text Poem #2-midnight

October full moon wheeling
Search for werewolves in the mire.
Tell a tale at Robin Hood’s fire.
Make a left at Sycamore pool.
At the door for a Dollar;
I’m a disco fool…

Text Poem #3

English grad
Council meeting
Turned into Irish
Fesh banshee 
Pub Scout weed
Debates unknown
Live rock n roll still

Text Poem #4

129-minute hellos
Where you been’s
And how’d it goes
So much time
so much space
soon  remedied
face to face


 


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