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 May 2016 A
jane taylor
a cerebral grasping of existence’s resplendence
is insufficient

tenuously treading bereavement’s tide
i cradle life

twinkling moments spent on this planet
are hallowed time

i walk in quiet reverence as tears flow
at innocuous occurrences

god’s face aglow in each instance
perspective revived

a bumblebee drifting gently settles
evoking awe

i stand pensive aforetime unaware
in cathedrals we stand

eyes newly uncovered awakened discover
celestial dimensions

people replete with infinite spirit
are all that surround

my senses abruptly adjusting their focus
‘tis an earthly angelic realm

©2016janetaylor
 May 2016 A
Àŧùl
He was so happy when I was born,
Now I am so happy as he reaches 60,
But I am a bit sad too for he'll get old,
Wiser he gets as he is more ancient,
Wrinkles suit him much better now,
And his face is the cutest paradox,
His childhood is always apparent.

वे बहुत ख़ुश थे जब मैं पैदा हुआ था,
अब मैं बहुत ख़ुश हूँ जब वे हो रहे हैं 60 के,
परंतु वे वृद्ध होंगे तो थोड़ा उदास भी हूँ,
प्रौढ़ावस्था में वे अधिक चतुर हो रहे हैं,
झुर्रियाँ अब बहुत बेहतर लगती हैं,
और उनका चेहरा सबसे प्यारा विरोधाभास है,
उनका बचपन हमेशा प्रत्यक्ष होता है।
My father's birthday is tomorrow on the 12th of May, 2016.

His government service now reaches superannuation and by the end of this month he retires from a highly successful career at ICAR - National Dairy Research Institute, Karnal.

My HP Poem #1070
©Atul Kaushal
 May 2016 A
jane taylor
come hither
 May 2016 A
jane taylor
come hither
bring the next epiphany
tho’ it may be shrouded
in the darkest night of soul
‘tis too exquisite
not to know
the wisdom folded
within

©2016janetaylor
 May 2016 A
mark john junor
a spanish rose, she lingers in the corner
with some french sailor who is
just a breathing caricature
illustrated in ink and animated by alcohol
his four letter word vocabulary with deluxe cardboard delivery
but its his eyes that capture you
swimming in hundred proof they are
wise with miles of years
and wicked in a smoky dark room way
but she is too busy to notice
flirting with the stranger across the room
a traveling salesman with boxes
of rusty trinkets for crafty sale

meanwhile old jack is swinging on the gibbet
talking away the hours with his old flame and friends
he is a threadbare imitation of me
and that suits you fine
long as its three meals and a slice of pie
the essentials of easy living wrapped up in a lace hanky
its a little ***** and on the down low
but the whole digging in some
rich kids ***** laundry for loose change
never appealed to you all that much
so attached to old jack come to make your stand
both barrels smoking hot and ready to let loose
should any fool step to the line

we all watched with amusements
as the magician open his show with a shock and awe
that sputtered and fell
but we all loved his punch lines so much that we
cheered him on all night
the chorus girls got us all up and dancing little past three
and the suave singer had us cheek to cheek by dawn
it was another night to remember to be sure
memorable as stumpy swimming with the gators
we all shuffle barefoot in the sand
to our dusty beds
and dream sweetly of fiveash romance novella endings
and the beauties of dawn
we will be up to no good once more
all loud and proud
young and full'a *****
as a spring moon crests over seaside town
#love #romance #dance #devil
 May 2016 A
Alice R-P
The Unknown
 May 2016 A
Alice R-P
The unknown tries to frighten me,
throw me off guard, and knock me off my feet.
I am blind, when it comes to the future,
and do not have eyes that could see.
But whatever may come,
I trust myself to be strong,
to take control and move on-
Because that's my story to tell everyone.
 May 2016 A
GaryFairy
plain
 May 2016 A
GaryFairy
what others see as treasure
i wish not to obtain
if you point out an asset
i don't see any gain
i won't go to any measures
my goal is to sustain
i don't have many belongings
but i don't have any chains
where others find pleasure
material mundane
in a world so flamboyant
all i need is plain
 May 2016 A
biche
girls walking around
free as birds
if not
for the unending
pulse of
Misery, the
sickening buzz
of Reality -
I've worked hard -
and I've Earned
but I hear and fear
it every day
for it looms, my darling,
oh! How it looms
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