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 Jul 2017 Eleni
Gabriel burnS
I wrote a poem for you

but I keep changing the words

because I'm learning
senryu
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Gabriel burnS
she emits
vulnerability
slight submission;
the makeup of
her heart's desire;
a secret invitation
to a trap,
her bait, infallible
her every fiber
now conspires;
the message,
slightly cryptic,
abandoned at your doorstep
on arrival,
implies an SOS;
a damsel in distress
beneath the armored shell
of self-sufficiency
"come, rescue me
from dull security",
the cypher says...
A one man army
now awaiting orders,
to deploy along the shores,
to breach the borders
to conquer every hill,
capture every trench,
to liberate the thrills,
from every inch of flesh
The queen within
the prison tower
now demanding for a siege,
for deadly force,
relentless power,
and no rest
till she is free
pt.1; pre-war
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Ma Cherie
I know not of your hands
I know not of your name,
I know not of your face
but I have
always
known you
you are my soul's warm embrace

I have felt you
in their mindless empty touch
closer closer every time
an I need you
very very much,

I have yearned for the freeing
of your loving fingertips
the sanctuary of the warmest arms
and those perfect perfect lips
we can dance in my moon
as we move
slowly
waxing,
waning,
bringing both us back,
as time just slips an slips,
back,
before here
when
I knew you
back there
where
light
lives.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Still looking for my other half somewhere ; ) love you all
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Nico Julleza
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
A little bit of summer
a little bit of breeze
in the days of warmer
love has so much-
to bring, come let us sing

A little bit of freesia
a little bit of lilac
never can resist a scent
-of Ms. Narine
Ogles, a morning scene

A little bit of sunshine
a little bit of eventide
caress upon the shores
-of such imagery,
passions of immortality

A little bit of cosmos
a little bit of crocus
in a glebe-like galaxy
stars white as daphne
from a garden of syzygy

A little bit of cerulean
a little bit of vermilion
shimmers the lucid lake
with trout's and doves
Golly! autumn is awake

A little bit of plowing
a little bit of sow
the hard workers of
-those pumpkins
reaps a stewful of zin

A little bit of snow
a little bit of flail
fly away as butterflies
hibernate as snails
Forging! a winters gale

A little bit of details
a little bit of trail
from dew drops of-
a frozen rose, icicles on
a drowsy bear’s nose

A little bit of sleeping
a little bit of wait
till the sun comes up  
gray clouds strew away
spring is here to stay

A little bit of sprout
a little bit of grow
And can it be, on thee
an Epiphany shows
the Lords glorious prose
#sing #flowers #seasons #nature #God #colors

Thank-you soo much for all the great poet who red, liked, and commented on this poem.

Don't you just sigh when Seasons Sing...?

(NCJ)POETRYProductions. ©2017
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Jay
Junior high
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Jay
Same class
junior high

you were placed beside me
making me nervous
I remember

but in time
you were my warmth
when things were growing colder

before that
they tried to match us up
she never told the whole story
and we didn’t fall

I want to blame her for it all
but you were searching for perfect
so I reversed

in comment for us both
is that she hurt us terrible
but we ignore that

she doesn’t affect us at all anymore
right?

but she does
and I hate having that
binding us together

it always drifted us apart

the last months
in junior high
and I allowed everyone
but myself
to make my choices

a diamond in your eyes
only for the others voices
for you I always was a dream
for someone else

a beautiful image

we weren’t so beautiful
at all
aboard
at hand

now
I want to remember you
the way we were
when we were both still dreaming

before colliding
turning friendship
into hazard love

and maybe one day
I will be back
outside your door
hanging around
ignoring your noes

sometimes you came
sometimes you didn't

we never cared
you were my friend
it was easy
we didn’t worry about
the end

I still wonder what your
truth is
for all of this

who would have thought
back then
that we would
share it all
and tear it all apart
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Paul Jones
A shadow of your     maker, you gave us
hope... strength. Hold the door -      these words became you.
18:00 - 16-07-17

State of mind: sadness, deep thought.
Perspective: philosophical; spiritual.

- GAME OF THRONES SPOILER ALERT -

Thoughts: from watching - Game of Thrones. Series 6, episode 5 - 'The Door'.

In memory of Hodor. We will never forget the strength and servitude you gave to keep Bran alive. That kept hope alive.

Something unreal can still be a vessel for what is true about reality. Fantasy, legends, the spirit of myth and make-believe... stories give us our values, teach us wisdom, and truth. They are a retreat in memory or reading, a silent place of honesty, when all around us the world is riddled with lies, deceit and corruption. They are the pillars of religion, the backbone of our beliefs, the conversations with old friends over coffee, or a pint.

Questions: none.
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Hannah
Chemistry
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Hannah
Summer skies,
and deep brown eyes,
tranquil waters
with white teal tides,
cloudy nights
beneath city lights,
life and death
tied between us tight,
obsidian moons
with lonely lost tunes,
there's no love
when I'm without you.
x
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Hannah
2am
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Hannah
2am
Calls of thunder,
and lightening strikes,
anything strong enough
to break through the ice,
the silence between us
is cutting like a knife,
it's 2am and you're
roaming the night,
wandering without me
beneath city lights,
I'm down on my knees
crying tears of moonlight,
begging
with a desperate plea,
I've sinned
a thousand times,
but you always
wash me clean,
leaving me as pure,
as the salt in the sea,
the sun is rising,
you're walking the streets,
I'm still waiting,
wondering,
are you coming back to me?
 Jul 2017 Eleni
Left Foot Poet
She, my cutter,
my body, her cutting,
with tongue and finger nail,
any handy human implement,
she sculpts me to
her eye's configuring delight

she, grabs my wrist,
and my face
by her hands embraced,
unblemished once
now becomes scarred tissued,
no guise, no lies, no bearded mask,
no disguise -
all forsaken
hidden hardened skin,
speckled red/white translucent,
she kisses with adoration her
heart designed
objet d'art

no better blade than she,
with every cut,
transformed, she becomes
my devotee,
I, her escapee,
I am her, she is me,
inseparable, my every command,
she obeys


for our love cuts both ways
 Jul 2017 Eleni
sancus
no, yes, you
 Jul 2017 Eleni
sancus
if you ask me if i'm fine,
i won't lie and i'd say no,
i am not.

if you ask me if i've found someone else
i'd smile and i'd say no,
it's still you.

if you ask me if i still feel the same way,
i'd smile and i'd say yes,
it never changed.

if you ask me a question,
i'd always have an answer that
i've always had stuck in the back of my mind,
and that answer is you.

so please ask me,
because i won't.

ask me please,
ask me if i still love you.

if you would,
i'd say i do.

but even if you won't,
i'd still do.
this is something i've written a really long time ago.

it's crazy how feelings change, no matter how strong they were.

not all question should be answered but if i were asked, i'd say—yes, no and, i won't—the answer is no longer you.
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