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 Apr 2017 Dag J
Debanjana Saha
I got a sand timer
30 seconds it counts
with a fascination on my face
appeared all across.
My colleagues said keep it with you
which made me way too much happier
than I could actually show..

My childhood fascination
of possessing an hour glass
preoccupied in my mind somewhere
but remains on hold..

How sand counts the time
flowing from top to bottom
Time flies we all know
but gazing at the sand timer
as sand flowing down like water
is a complete bliss
which stays unmeasured
at times!
Time flows by...
 Jan 2017 Dag J
Renae
Silence (10w)
 Jan 2017 Dag J
Renae
Silence
.      my best friend
                   never speaks to me at all
 Jan 2017 Dag J
Mozalios
With a voice, so silent
She screams
Only hearing
Tears.
To Celebrate the new year. Here's a new poem.
My book "The Dark, Poetic March" Is finally available!
(Can't post links)
on Amazon and Creatspace
 Jan 2017 Dag J
PrttyBrd
The bubbles in her hair were pink
Laughter on a breeze
Grace was all she wore
And it was stunning
102216
 Jan 2017 Dag J
PrttyBrd
Temblar
 Jan 2017 Dag J
PrttyBrd
trembling

in anticipation
          in fear
                  hope
                          or desire

from cold
          or sickness

in the emptiness
          of a world without love...

...I tremble
102216
 Sep 2016 Dag J
Tom Balch
Encounter
 Sep 2016 Dag J
Tom Balch
Through the mist I caught his eye
a majestic beast was he,
stood firm and proud his head held high
his fearless stance for all to see.

I dared not move just held his gaze,
held my breath for fear he´d run,
with staring eyes he stood unfazed
in this stand-off he knew he´d won.

As I backed up he turned away
slowly fading from my sight,
was it a dream or real that day
in the misty morning light*.
On an encounter with a stag in the Scottish highlands...
 Aug 2016 Dag J
Olivia Kent
Untitled
 Aug 2016 Dag J
Olivia Kent
Walking through the whirlwind with grit in my eyes.
The rain's belting down as my heart be disguised.
Wrapped up in an invisible cloak.
I feel it's sensation.
As I'm starting to choke.
Making a moment into subliminal magic.
Spoken in whispers which are seen been not heard.
Words of significance.
Mere moments in time.
I write them in rhythm and now and then rhyme.
Good morning everyone.
It's not so ****** hot but I still see the sun.
(C)LIVVI
 Aug 2016 Dag J
Olivia Kent
FAITH
 Aug 2016 Dag J
Olivia Kent
One woman left the RC church.
Turned and faced the entry door.
Crossed her chest magnificent.
To see such faith.
Inside through the doors made out of glass one holy mother stuck out her *** as she nodded respect to the all holy altar.

My perception of religion still remains unaltered.
How much faith is shown by two women?
Who leave the church to have a brew.
I peaked over the top of my hat.
A fella sat in there doing.
Guess what?
A flaming hot summer's day.
And the good lord still has souls to save.
(c)LIVVI
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