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 Dec 2018 Ahmed Ali
Ashly Kocher
It’s your name
That I find
Written within the stars
Falling from the sky
Lighting up my eyes
Like fireworks
In the night sky
Displaying your love
To the world and
To heaven above
Nature sings a song, melodious and sweet
In colours brown, yellow, green and
blue
Resplendent the rainbow arcs
In every hue
Replenishes the soul
Joyous, the heart
Dances to Nature’s Beats

Sometimes you have to remove the noise
and listen to the silence

to awaken from the dream
you thought you were living

Written: August 1, 2018

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 Jul 2018 Ahmed Ali
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jun 2018 Ahmed Ali
Ceyhun Mahi
We are a mess! But a beautiful mess.
And at times an unbelievable mess,
Both in our wonders and in our failures.
O Mankind is such a wonderful mess!
 Jun 2018 Ahmed Ali
Mike Hauser
The doctor told my daddy
He's got weeks to live
He came straight home to tell my mom
And us hungry kids

With not a single penny saved
Down at the local bank
My daddy made his way out back
And started digging his own grave

He picked the sweetest resting spot
Underneath the maple tree
So when the leaves decide to drop
We can rake in his memory

My daddy winked and said all this
With the biggest of his grins
Coughing up a spot of blood
We decided then to go back in

Things are mostly quiet
Around here these sad days
Ever since the hand of death
Put my daddy in his grave

I'm now in that maple tree
With no one to push my lonely swing
Thinking of my daddy
Waiting on those dropping leaves
 Jun 2018 Ahmed Ali
Mike Hauser
Fresh shower and a shave
First one I've had in days
Clean pressed jammies, and new sheets
Off to meet the girl of my dreams

I pull down tight on the shades
Hoping against hope I'm not running late
We get together most Saturday nights
When I pull up the covers and shut out the lights

I often wonder where we'll go
As neither of us ever really knows
Where the mind travels in its comatose state
Or where dream girls like to go on dates

We might end up at some fancy dance
Or a beach somewhere in the South of France
It all depends on her or is that depends on me
When I'm out cold with the girl of my dreams

Sometimes I play her hero well
But not that super if the truth I must tell
Slowing moving as if in a dream
Most Saturday nights in my sleep

Over time she has never changed
In fact even I look pretty much the same
Whenever we have a chance to meet
Out on a date with the girl of my dreams
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