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 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
The Admirer
i am confused
Its a complicated  thing
That's what we all say but it is
There are two girls one boy, a triangle
Two  very abstruse lovers one lover not  so much
Two very present and one left behind in the past
One girl heartbroken and another  very happy
One lost friendship over the same boy
The boy who make the  hard choice
Three very uncomfortable ties
One blooms and two die
one sad ending
 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
phil roberts
When I was a kid
All I ever did
Was move my feet
To the rockin' beat
Listening to the music
Each and every day
'Til the rhythm became
Part of my DNA

As I grew
I talked the talk
Then I learned to
Walk the walk
I never cared
For right or wrong
All I wanted
Was to sing the songs

I came alive
When the music soared
Loved it more
When the crowd all roared
And the adrenalin
Made me shake
Driving fast
Without brakes

Now I can only
Talk that talk
I'm grown so old
I can hardly walk
Those good old days
Are sadly gone
This foot soldier
Still soldiers on
So now that I
Have grown too old
Rock 'n' roll still
Burns my soul

                                  By Phil Roberts
 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
Graff1980
Hope is the last refuge
of the broken and bruised
the painfully confused
who feel ill-used
yet hold on to
a chance to renew
the positive that is
long overdue.

Hope is a smile
that breaks tears
causing some to fall
and others to disappear.
It is a fool’s game
of poor predictions,
bets placed from
bad positions
but still sustain
the lost
and unforgiven,
those painfully driven,
living in the dreams
of what good things
tomorrow might bring.

Hope is a trinket
saved despite the need to eat
so, that when this homeless man meets
his long lost loved
he can give that gift
to the man he misses.
It is a warm spot on
a sidewalk vent,
a hand offering two dollars,
a stranger offering conversations
to break the cold blindness
of this windy winter loneliness.

Hope is daylight
to a prisoner who
moves to make things better
in an unfair system,
an institution
that tries to turn them
into numbers,
less than human
equal to dollar signs.
It is consuming all that bull
running down that rodeo clown
goring him to the core
and making it out
of that gated door
before idiots slam you
back in again.

Hope is a good ear
and a mouth shut
someone who hears
what other people
need so badly to say.

Hope is the lessons
that I have learned and lost
found and forgot
given and taken.
Whether I was right or mistaken
fool or genius
hope is the stream that
swims between us
in shared language,
in shared body movements,
in shared history.
It is the energy
that directs us towards
better days for
all people.

Hope is good
not necessarily
making its lack evil
but it is what people
need to get by,
a reason to stay alive.

Hope is transitive,
equal to what we do
to make dreams reality.

Ultimately, hope is the promise of
compassion yet to come.
 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
Tommy Allen
If you climb to the top
 Mt. Lassen at nite
You can see right straight
 To heaven so bright
I can see forever,
 without a sound
A piece of heaven,
 a treasure found
Alone on this mountain
 God's work of art
He reached out to me,
 touching my heart
So i ask God, please
  How can this be
So close to heaven
 Can I really see
In this mountain
  the Secrets in me
One of his gifts
  A mystery
I close my eyes
  Feel the touch
God’s little finger
  Loving me so much
A tear starts to fall
  Upon my face
Touching my eyes
  looking into space
I ask again
 Why am I
So much emotion
 whenever I cry
My eyes now open
  I see it fast
A star that glows
  shoots by so fast
Viewing the stars
 Now fading away
As this mountain of love
 Begins a new day
My greatest gift
 this new sunrise
Over this mountain
  & In your eyes
I was lonely and cold
 continued to write
As the sun comes up
 So sweet and bright
The night soon ends
 I now safely find
This mountain of love
 Is all on my mind
Its time to leave
 Home to bed
Don’t ever forget
 To me God said
Treasure these secrets
 You learned up here
And this mountain of love
 Will always be near
 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
The Dedpoet
I didn't want new shoes,
Not from the Goodwill store again.
My father opened his piggy bank,
I guess there are other boys
Who would take the shoes
You have now.

Ping, ping, ping,
Quarters hitting the counter
As he payed for shoes I didn't choose.

My friends can tell if the shoes are used
Or not, I looked up at my father.

You haven't even seen the shoes,
You've been nagging the whole time!

My whines could be heard round
The Westside, from the seat of the
Truck I imagined the ridicule,
The mean things they would say
And I would be parylyzed
From their words.

I put them on the next day.

My father would never have guessed
He chose used Jordan sneakers,
His wise natural character beyond
Such things, whose calming voice
Made the world  rearrange to sense.
 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
Louise Ruen
There's something undeniable in your eyes
I'm a simple mosquito attracted to that light
You're the water that makes me blossom and gives me life

You're the little bit of oxygen in otherwise nitrogen filled air
You're in my blood - or maybe just my blood? - pumping through my vains.

I need you now more than ever.
I firmly belive than you will only have yourself to get you in track in the end, but recently I've discovered "relying" on other people can be a beautiful thing - whether it's your boyfriend, mom or friend
 Jan 2017 GaryFairy
Zero Nine
Thanks for giving your last breath, however
Til the end the list of taken things
Saw overgrowth and now at the grave
Eyes cast down
I can't decide
Whether to forgive you

Isn't it just the same as every story?
None to blame, shame myself
None to save, overwhelmed
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