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 Aug 2012 Deepsha
Christine Ueri
At night
in that in-between
chamber
where sleep meets wakefulness
I listen to the Ancients whisper:
Sun
and Moon
have always been Lovers

And as the darkness
swallows
my consciousness,
I become your mirror
of lucid reflections
leaping
from the shadows of temple walls
I tumble
inside the copper cauldron
that seeps life
into the black hearth's stone.

Your eyes flicker on the surface
of the waters of birth:
dancing flames
that can never be extinguished.

Laughter pearls on my tongue:
Know you not your vapour
cools to gold?

In frankincense bowls
you rise
and I feel your form
conjuring my body from the folds
of water lily petals

Without you
I could be no more than a lotus eater
gazing at the Milky Way
from far beneath the languid tide
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
Alice Curtis
When your friends leave you
take shelter inside yourself,
you're never alone.
I got punished for reading poems I wasn't supposed to by myself. I can't read any poems for a week. :(
But my mom says I can still post my poems. :)
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
v V v
The One
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
v V v
When I get lost I depend on you
to help me find my way but lately
I can't see because of the weight
of what I'm missing.
Will it ever cease?
For a while your love was enough;
****, it should still be enough but
my brain’s imbalance
is ******* me over with
constant neediness of something,
like a craving for citrus or salt…
I’ll try anything to make
the need go away
and I already have.

Many work well but not for long,
others work fast but aren't as strong,
The best work fast and leave no trace,
but ask for more, and more,
and more until without
you just might die,
and with,  
you're just getting by,
the deceptive little *******
will eat you up in the end,
while you chase the need  
and wish you could go back
to where you didn't know
what you know now.
but would it matter?

They say to be partial to only one
is fortunate. I don’t buy it.
I try to replace the one with
combinations of 3 or 4
but ****, they will never do
for me what one did.
I won’t say what one is for me
but you know what one is for you,
and if by chance
your one is more than one
I pray God have mercy on you
because fighting one battle
is battle enough.

Have you ever considered that
to be clean means to live
every day for the rest of your life
with complete knowledge that
you will never, ever, as long as you live
feel as good as you did the first time?

I give in once in a while,
then go cold and sweat for a week.

You know you’re ******
When the suffering is worth it.
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
Lily Mae
You love me this much from here
imagine
me there
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
K Balachandran
I'll charge you with theft,
there is enough evidence;
never thought I'd fall for you,
you stole my heart, merciless!
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
ju
Pretty One
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
ju
Knee length skirt, cotton cami,
lace shrug, and heels.
All black.
Fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes. Very pretty.
My children edge past her, past the Other Women,
on their way to the park.
Son takes a second look, then hurries on. Vans squeak
through sodden grass.
Baggy jeans soak up puddles of mud.
Typical twelve-year-old boy.

They return,
plastered in cut-grass, flushed-pink and grinning.
Daughter cradles the ball, and
crows about winning, while
The Pretty One, the Other Women,
alternate tuts with
oh-what-it-is-to-be-youngs

but The Pretty One,
she's only
twelve.
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
Austine
Cow Grass
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
Austine
I miss cow grass
The kind they can actually chew on when hungry
The kind you can dig your feet in and feel
Relief.

I miss horse clouds
The steamy breath as they pull their people through the snow
The kind that smells like hay and feels
Warm.

I miss home
Not a house or a place
But a people I don’t know
Anymore.
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
dj
Monsanto
 Aug 2012 Deepsha
dj
X marks the spot,
A man in overalls and rubber gloves tells me

Go stand there, son

And pick the bones & beaks
Out of the
Chicken press

The whole factory reeked of ammonia
I went home reeking of ammonia.

Chicken conveyor-belts
With upside-down chickens on hooks
Riding slowly over one master neck-splitting saw
Heads in baskets
For when the master saw cuts too deep

I watched them come
& go...

The factory was filled with silent mechanical drumming
Eventually,
I went home
Silent & mechanical.
Observations on human moral plasticity. GMOs meet a poet.
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