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 Oct 2016 Ja
Chloe Zafonte
Counsel me for what goes on in my mind
Although you're non existent and hard to find.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Rapunzoll
my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
Unloving thou is but Sisyphean,
Like scoria craves mixing with sea salt.
Thus akin to night and day we're but twins
Whose burning candle is never to halt.
But ever brighter than snow veiled mountains,
And perpetual as the golden Amaranth,
Yet as pure as heavens silver fountains,
Thrice fairer than the moon of the May month
Or the sea's mighty glow against the moonlight.
Always in full spate if she’d be a stream,
To draw us in a realm of sheer delight
Where daylight to fade shall be but a dream.

So true love is a gem precious than gold
Both young and old in their palm crave to hold.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
       22 October 2016
#Second attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet
#Decasyllabic

Dedicated to all Lovebirds in the Hellopoetry realm :-) Been missing home!
 Oct 2016 Ja
Ma Cherie
Like the leaves beneath my feet
death comes in a grateful theif,
best not to dig a grave ahead of time.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
No notes
 Oct 2016 Ja
Brent Kincaid
The words went
The Land OF The Free
But apparently that
Did not mean you or me.
The words went
All men created equal.
I think they will want
To change that in the sequel.

The words went
And So God Created Man.
Maybe the Causasians
Saw another way it ran.
It seems the white people
Thought it meant only them.
The rest of the colors?
Their chances were slim.

Those not Christian
Were seen as the enemy.
Change the name to animals
That’s what the Christians did see.
Not all the Christians, true
For some heeded the words of Christ;
Those with wealth and money
They armed themselves for a heist.

They turned their Jesus
Into a trademark commodity
And declared all other ideas
Either blasphemy or an oddity.
They bought airtime and then
Bribed some weak-kneed politicians;
Made laws against the rest
Even if we buried them in petitions.

They put up tents and temples
Like golden bejeweled mansions
And proclaimed as holy
Each and every gilded stanchion.
They bought the best robes
Highly expensive rings and shoes
And claimed they were helping
The poor they chose to abuse.

We are meant to revere them
And their gaudy choice of dressing
And humbly hit our knees
Then pule and grovel for their blessing.
Because they didn’t mean
For us to take that free stuff far.
After all, they are rich
We’re nothing but what what we are.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Ma Cherie
Reality
 Oct 2016 Ja
Ma Cherie
Reality is a humorous bone.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Huh? Lol
 Oct 2016 Ja
Stephan
Raining down
 Oct 2016 Ja
Stephan


Here in this place where I once played,
midst memories now cast aside
The clouds my worthless life has made,
rain down in teardrops I have cried
Thank you to all of my friends here who have supported and encouraged me. I appreciate each and every one of you.  I hope I have shown you the same kindness you have always shown me. This will be my last for while, I need some time to figure out who I am and how I became that person. Thanks again.
 Oct 2016 Ja
wordvango
has been ebb and flow
feline canine
to and fro

has been dark then light
man woman
peace and fright

has been colors and races
black white
red  and yellow

has been those in charge
bosses slaves
rich and poor

has been a time to see
positive negative
time and space

has beens
I am tired of
might be time for space
and colors and races
sexes positive and negative
rulers and peons
rich and poor
to see
I am ranting again

Talking I suppose
about some time or space
in the future
when evolution
is joined with god
or right with
left
or peace becomes
our ambitions
and man walks upright
morally
as well
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