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  Jun 2017 Elizabeth Squires
Zero Nine
Dulled bright blue as last of light
but time is night.
Where are the stars?
The Summer has eaten the refuse
electricity left.
What is want?
Blame people for the worst.
What is left?

What's left:

(thick skinned upright shells like cars so well developed for speed that the time they took to make is now time we save with quick cuts with content cut from cloth for your hands romantic now only in dream)
  Jun 2017 Elizabeth Squires
Star BG
Happy Birthday Earth
It's time you are once again honored by man
as the many experience all your gifts.
Time to get grounded on sacred soil to dance with grace.

Happy Birthday Universe
It's  time for humanity to connect
to other peaceful alien beings.
Time for earth to take its place as a loving planet in galaxy.

Happy Birthday Mankind
It's time for all to gather under the umbrella of oneness,
as people are reborn to live with abundance and joy.
Time to recall who we are and why we came
and realign to celebrate .

Happy Birthday to Earth.
Happy Birthday to the Galaxy.
Happy Birthday to Mankind.
Happy Birthday to you.

StarBG © 2017
Just playing in a playground of words before bed.
Smooth pools lull me to slumber.
Tinkling streams play musical tunes
Under sun or moon.
Red sunsets and dawns warm my soul
As birdsong accompanies that sweet
Smell of mowed-lawn grass.

No better time to Celebrate
The Joys of Life.
Let’s celebrate celestial sentience,
Whatever that might be.
Let’s party, laugh and smile.

Paul Butters
Musical words.
Me As You
When you are with me the world is under my feet
My beloved please remain in front to be just seen
My sweetheart you ****** in me like my heart beat
You are so beautiful and so gorgeous sweet teen
Like my soul you enthrall like my spirit you dance
Like my passion you irritate like my fashion you glow
Like my target I assault like a lover take a chance
In all my veins you sparkle in my blood you but flow
Let me take your wings of beauty let love take flight
Let us conquer all the horizons to spear just through
Let me in sheer love to keep you in my love sight
Let me take you as mine and let me but me as you
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
  Jun 2017 Elizabeth Squires
Eleni
Friday- the most promising day of all.
The beginning of the weekend, but the one day that will spark appall.

Down on Mainstreet all the girls
In their fringed dresses, pouting their foxy lips and their hair waving in short messes.

The hags frown as the winged ladies pass by- displaying their carriages a little sly.

Oh, but Jane's favourite speakeasy was 'The Back Room' down on Norfolk Street: the place where the lost creatures meet.

Tin ceilings, velvet wallpaper, plush thrones and back in that dark corner, there is the sound of low moans.

'A whiskey, neat, please' as a shadow in a tuxedo walked towards her and he whispered 'Hi,' in a sensual purr.

'Who are you?' he stirred,
'Oh, I'm Miss Doe' and he lept into the stool with a swift flow.

And the jazz trumpets married the spontaneous harmonies and the saxophone created sublime melodies.

So they sat as idle as ghouls in the dim spotlights, until Jane asked Mr Buck:

'D'you fight in the war?' And he whined 'Cambrai, Amiens and Lys' - his lips seemed a little sore.

'I'm sorry - do I know you?' His face looked as familiar as Jay to Nick. A brief pause in time at that smile.

That was the final chord to the "lick".
He drove her down to Roslyn- to his replica of Versailles and Jane looked intensely shy.

'Oh, do come in,' the desperado soughed. And she walked into the gilded palace which Cupid's presence bowed.

'I have a favour to ask of you, Miss Doe. Would you be as kind to wash away my woe?'

And as they congressed under diamond chandeliers, his comrades gathered around the bed in amorphous silhouettes; watching disgustedly.

As for Mr Buck he was an alien, skin-to-skin with a haunted beauty and Miss Doe- a labourer on duty.
A story based on the aftermath of the First World War, the birth of a "lost generation" and the excess of the 1920s.

1 'Miss Doe...Mr Buck' referring to a mature female of mammals of which the male is called 'buck'. This further adds to the animalistic imagery of their encounter.

2 'Cambrai, Amiens and Lys' battles of the First World War which the United States was comprised of the allied effort.

3 'Jay to Nick... that smile' an allusion of 'The Great Gatsby' when Gatsby and Nick meet for the first time at one of his lavish parties. Nick romanticises Gatsby's understanding smile.

4 'Lick' a jazz term for a repeating pattern or phrase in music.

5 'Replica of Versailles' a regal palace in France in this poem representing the wealthy individuals of 1920s America in New York.
  Jun 2017 Elizabeth Squires
Semihten5
apparently reality is a chameleon
eye illusion appears
octopus wraps with arms
life is hard,it bounds with arms
vulture turns on the carrion
a bullet kills its prey
time just flows

allegedly,we're so in the loop
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