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Premium Member September Falls

September came in like a sombre whirlwind,  
Eclipsing the deadening blossoms of summer.  
Pallid moonlight coats glistening frost,  
That coats the last strands of grass holding on.  
Embers of a pagan pyre swirl through the air,  
Mass ritualistic hymns ring across realms,  
Breaching otherworldly barriers,  
Evoking sacred cosmic rites,  
Resurrecting scattered souls.  

Falling bodies collapse to the slaughter,  
As one soul is given in exchange for another.  
 Loss begets loss;  
Lightning suddenly surges through the skies,  
Signalling completion of an unholy ritual.
© Sara Jama  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: oss, death, imagery, moon, poetry,
Form: Acrostic

Oil Spill

O ut of control
I t shouldn't have happened
L ots of destruction

S hame on BP
P lease stop this disaster
I irrate and upset
L ots is at stake
L oss of God's creations
Categories: oss, angst, depression, history, life,
Form: Acrostic

Summer Moon

Summer Moom

Soft purple velvet darkness falls, 
Undulating evening  sounds call,
Mist builds waves on dew laden air,
Moss sways in trees like maiden's hair;
Enchanting! Expectantly I 
Raise hungry eyes to feed on sky.

Magnificent, she rises there
Over the tree tops; earth, stopping, stares...
Opal lover, June's summer moon,
Night cannot resist, dazzled, swoons.

© June 15, 2014, Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories: oss, beauty, moon, summer,
Form: Acrostic

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After ee cummings
Categories: oss, nature,
Form: Haiku

Muck Spreading

This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and cart
Out in the early morning
For a good start.

Fold yard’s been cleared and
Cart filled from manure heap,
Fertiliser is expensive
‘Oss and cow muck is cheap.
It doesn’t take that long
To get used to the smell
But Ammonia secretions 
Make the eyes run like hell.
Up and down the furrows,
At the end of the day you find
You’ve  spent a few hours just 
Watching an old ‘oss’s behind.

A nice steady pace as the ‘oss
Plodded steadily on and on
Until another  field’s  finished,
Another long day’s gone.
Sometimes as just a kid
I was so tired and dead beat
Took all me time to stay awake
Long enough for me to eat.
It’s all mechanical these days
With chemical fertiliser spread
Soil crumbly and friable
Insects and worms mostly dead.

So, the world has reached  crisis
Caused by the modern ways
Organic farming’s coming back
With more natural fertilisation ways.
Tractors and muck spreaders
Nowadays play their part
No more standing being pulled
Behind an old ‘oss and cart.
My world’s changed for better 
But I really regret the loss
That these days you seldom 
Catch sight of an old shire ‘oss.

The way it was for my Dad and all those other 
Farm Labourers before WW2  nchanged things.
Categories: oss, farm, father, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme

Catharsis

Cut down routine, dine 
Alfresco.
Toss your shadow in the evening wind
Harmonize your dreams with the 
Allure of a half moon wooing a
Red tinged 
Sunset,
Inner peace
Sets in stealthily
Categories: oss, art, august, beauty, city,
Form: Acrostic


The Last Class

We entered the last last that one final day
"It's our last class with you, Mr. Daniel," one student dared to say.
The teacher read us a story, pausing to wipe away tears
Then he told us things we'll cherish for years.
Promises of friendship, email addresses exchanged
Whether we liked it or not, our lives were about to change.
"If you need me, I'm here," said the teacher, much wise
"I'll be your friend," he told us, brushing tears from him eyes.
"I don't do this every year; this time is special."
"I'll help you out when, with trouble, you meddle."
"Everyone makes mistakes, we all have our goofs."
"OSS doesn't kill you; we have suffecient proof!"
Sometimes people are given to us for a reason
They stay just a while, maybe a season.
But however you came to ma, as on to greater things I dash,
I will forever remember you; especially the last class.
Categories: oss, education, life, people, sad,
Form: Lyric

My Oss

She is my old school someone
From a long long time,
Yet the feeling has gone
When she's already mine.

I won her heart and she did gains
Condensed hatred and unbearable pains,
Our woven story, Oh my! I have stained
Causing her life to be lost and waned.

Still, her wit and innocence
Gentle smiles and sweet scents,
Keep lingering in my memories
When I'm lonely, I really do miss.


And he found her, I thanked God
The man he prayed for so hard,
'Tis for you, my long lost love
My silent whisper from up above.
Categories: oss, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme

Change of the Season

C-hange of the season
E-ndorses many a view; 
L-et the winter cold chill share the night so blue.

E-ye the change of the season, 
S-ummer comes to warm; 
C-louds are white up above, 
A-s they stay away from storm.
B-ehold the change of the season, 
I-t also shows the spring; 
L-oss is nowhere to be found, 
L-ife growth it does bring.
A-s the autumn lets leaves fall from trees neath the beacon; 
S-eventh of February, enjoy the change of the season.
Categories: oss, birthday,
Form: Acrostic

Win and Lose

Win
                      Victorious , Prosperous 
              Succeeding,  Achieving ,Defeating 
           Triumph, Flourish...........Miss,  Failure 
              Omitting ,    Mislaying  ,  Declining 
                     Fallacious ,  Erroneous 
                                      Lose

                             April 10/2023
                 By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
                            Mussabwa Chris
Categories: 12th grade, loss, lost,
Form: Diamante

Living For the Moments

I 
live
for
the
moments
where
I 
am
 happy
for
no rea         son at all
Jus           t
a
 big s mil e is pai n ted acr oss my lips
in 
a 
room
 full
 o f wha t a p p ea rs to be soulless people
I live for the
 moments when 
                    everyth ing is silent and beautiful
and this                                         joy just blossoms in my heart making me feel
      warmth and the pulsating beat through  my viens showing me
i  a m  truly alive and that
 every thing is good
and i a m happy
do
y ou  f ee l  t h e l if e of   m e
the playful
spir
it
come
outsid e
                            and play
l i ke   w h en we were kids
and
catch me
if
you can
                         i'll be gone                         for half the day
o r
w e
c a n climb
trees
until we reach
the top
where
do
you remeb er that song
from way back when
james and laura k i s s i n g first comes love.. then comes marriage
you
better start
  K I SS IN G ME!!!
at the top
 We scream
because
we are so far from land
and you'
ll hold my hand 
and we'll
laugh
until
our si                            des ach e

won't you
b e
ha p py
in 
this
 mome nt 
for go od ness sak es
with me
its
           to precious to
witness
singularly
© Laura Hew  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: oss, love, uplifting,
Form: Free verse

Despite Every Loss

K-eep
A-live
T-he
H-ope

S-eeing
H-ow
E-ndurance
R-efreshens
Y-our
L-ife

D-espite
E-very
L-oss
A-s

P-rosperity
E-ndorses
N-iceness
A-head

Topic: Birthday of Kath Sheryl Dela Peña (March 27) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories: oss, birthday,
Form: Acrostic

Gain Ground

G-ain ground as the decline turns 
I-nto the state of augmentation; 
L-oss has become plus, 
M-aking headway and expansion. 
I-t's now time to gain ground, 
N-ever shrink nor diminish; 
A-dvance and proliferate, as the failures in life vanish. 

L-er your ideas gain ground, 
O-n the fourteenth of July; 
N-o more wasted action, 
G-ather your strength neath the sky. 
C-omplete your faith and hope 
O-n the love you've found; 
P-roceed to the better stage, make progress or gain ground.
Categories: oss, birthday,
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E the Form

BORN ANEW

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Note:
After ee cummings
Categories: oss, poetry, words,
Form: Other

A Life Unrepressed

A Life Unrepressed

Lighting surges through a war of 
disrespectful words, tears 
descending, wet.  In times of 
uncertainty, an unknown sadness 
is out of control, a smile, a gesture; 
or fear clings to a receptive body.  
Words may not bring rest or smiles, 
the soul deep within knows. 

There is no one that can unlock the 
heart, nothing that can be said or felt.  
Thoughts, do not reveal or conceal, 
disguise the lack of sympathy, place 
blame and criticize.  Alienate the 
voice, if only for one moment feel free.  
Fate, possession, strife, and life.

The genuine self, forced to obey, 
despite and un-regarded life blind 
to the hurt of others will embed hate
 eternally.  The knowledge of life fire 
and force, walking down a rough path; 
deep pain.  No spirit, hate has the 
power to control, nameless feelings 
that have conceded to a life unrepressed.
  
Speak and act so no one will know 
hidden damage floating down to the 
soul. The hidden self, inward strife and 
following demands; in return, a thousand 
nothings, all-miraculously give power.   
Hide in the depths of the soul; echo 
speaks of pain.  Lackluster eyes stare, 
glare, and the words unspoken deafening 
creating fear.  

A bolt of tones, frightening, is piercing 
ears. No feeling stirs, the heart laid plain, 
unaware of a life winding down, no 
meadows of flowers, no sun, no breeze, 
and the madness is elusive to all.  No 
feeling, no respite.  In quietness, the war 
of mocking words; the tears, the sadness. 
The thoughts of the sea, the crashing 
waves; soul and spirit sinking within its 
wet madness and always stay, stay, and 
stay.

Too late, love revealed itself in death, 
and the heart has nothing to say.  Living 
and moving in disguises, alien, until the 
end.  Life had nothing to possess, strife, 
identity.  Blind, uncertainty, life no fire or 
restlessness, a thirst for the mystery of it
 all, nameless feelings lived in vain.  The l
oss, the heart lay open for all to see, the 
hurt hidden twisted among the rubble of 
pain.  Yet, after all that, there is tomorrow.  


©2021.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Categories: oss, absence, analogy, angst, conflict,
Form: Free verse
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