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 Feb 2017 Bor ehgit
vhea
destruction
 Feb 2017 Bor ehgit
vhea
would you rather destroy

                                                everything you love

                       or

                               let everything you love

                                                                          destroy you?
Viola and Shakespeare...





Love you till craziness...

Love you..carved it on the moon's cheek...
love you..and need you in spite of the difficulties and the dangers...
love you..and i confess in front of all humans...
love you..and adore you ,o my fate and my luck...
love you..hug it and play with it at the string...
love you..you are my Viola and i am your Shakespeare...

Viola mine...
your Shakespeare came again...
came to you from the heaven...
because he got bored from the heaven...
the heaven its not a heaven when you are not there...

came Shakespeare to you,Viola...
to give you a life's kisses...
to wake up you to his world...
to play with him the same story love at a same theater...
and to share the new love world with you...

come Viola...
come to me from among all humans...
come and don't hide again...
come and be the lover...
come and don't be afraid...
even don't afraid from the queen...
don't afraid from all others...

i came to you from the heaven...
to make a new heaven here with you...
come Viola, come to me...
your soul waked up me...

Viola...
we will not hide our love anymore...
our love which started there...
from a first kiss on a theater's wood...

come Viola...
i will create a new theater to our love...
only for you and me...
to learn all lovers,how should a love be...

Viola..sweetheart...
your Shakespeare came to you...
came because of and for you...

you are Viola...
and i am your Shakespeare...
love you Viola mine...
here and there and in our lovely heaven...
yours now and forever....
Shakespeare...

by hazem al jaber ...
 Feb 2017 Bor ehgit
Slur pee
I want to lie on your faded sunrise,
Float on a sky, of whispered lullabies.
Awaken in your dreams,
Whisk me away on whipped cloud seams.
Condense these emotions, that fill me to brim
And together in the flowing rain, we will swim.

-SLuR
 Feb 2017 Bor ehgit
Daniel Tucker
and the wind will blow
and you will drift
guided by chance
and an unseen Navigator  
like a ship on a raging sea
or a butterfly caught in the wind

just don't close your eyes

the light may be
too bright or too dim
the crumbling ruins
may fall hard
beside and inside you

but don't be found
holding tightly to the cocoon
when the metamorphosis
has long been completed.
Copyright©2017 Daniel Tucker

just don't close your eyes!
 Jan 2017 Bor ehgit
Sierra
I know that I spend time writing paragraphs
whenever you haunt me
but I’m sure you haven’t dedicated so much as a letter
to my memory
 Jan 2017 Bor ehgit
Georgie
you and
 Jan 2017 Bor ehgit
Georgie
your eyes are glistening,
as I'm patiently listening
to the sweet melody of
your preaching.

you're seeing right
through me or so I think,
if I think too hard I might just
blink and miss the sight of
the rosy pink lips that
roll like waves on a calm ocean.

I'm stunned by your motion.
an angel of heaven.
the way I speak of you
is like a fable. but how can I not
when I am unable to envision
anyone more perfect than your
beauty.

a collision of wonder
and sense fill my mind
with confusion and passion.
 Dec 2016 Bor ehgit
Maggie Emmett
Harsh wind screaming
moaning
with the crisp bite of Autumn night

Dark shadows dancing
tossing
with the branches of bare grey Elms

The lanes are winding
uncurling
in the pale orange glow of headlights

Sudden hedgerows
green
edging the limits of the night

Power-cut darkness all around
silhouettes
strange in the headlight beam

No farm lights distant on the Tor
guiding
beacons of open field and place

Cottages shuddering their thatching
thrilled
chimneys smoking message-morse

Pub signs banging wildly
flapping
in a crazy dance
inside candles flickering
distorted
patterns in tiny panes of rounded glass

Old stone steeple steady
dull toned bell
catching
a ride on the wind to the copse

And still the lanes thread out
beam-born
a ribbon of pebbles and stone
stretching into the night
until they melt
into the flat black tarmac
of the motorway.
A poem written about Swallowfield, Berkshire
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