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 Jun 2016 Kush
Valsa George
I watch the feathered beauties
of ravishing plumes
flying from tree to tree
making shrill calls

How I wish
I could catch these birds,
the lovely deities of the woody groves
to cage their loveliness and melody
to own for myself
I  am a lover of birds ! Even as a child I used to follow bird calls!
 Jun 2016 Kush
Jeff Stier
My Father
 Jun 2016 Kush
Jeff Stier
My father died
from a gun shot wound
to the head

self-inflicted

Don't get all weird about it.

Fathers die
and their passing
though certain
is rarely easy.

So what can I say of this man
so many years
after his emphatic end?

I can say what Whitman said
of Lincoln:
"O Captain, my Captain.
Rise up and hear the bells."

But he will not.

He was ever-present
wise and alert
a boxer in life
a fighter in every way.

And I grew up with the gloves on
quick
elusive
and thanks to him
successful in every ring.  

He died
******* on a lit tobacco stick

Emphysema was gonna
take him down
so he pulled his own trigger
saved his family that way
though that's a longer tale

Therefore
and whereas
this is a belated requiem
for a man I loved.
My Captain.
Dear and departed
these many years
may he rest in peace
as he never rested
in life.
 Jun 2016 Kush
phil roberts
She was our first grandchild
And naturally
We loved her dearly
And I adored her
As only grand-dads can
And she latched onto me

She used to come to us every Tuesday
At a time when kids are most interesting
She was fully conversational
(Didn't we all know it)
Her personality was emerging
And she was still young enough
To have her originality and imagination
My little gold mine of joy

And this is how it would go

"Grand-dad, you be the shop keeper
And I'll bring my dollies in for clothes."
So she would lay out her doll's outfits
And bring her dolls forward to buy clothes
She would haggle over the price (and win)
And pay me in cardboard coins

"Let's watch a video, Grand-dad!
Let's watch Barny!" (Again)
I hate that ****** purple dinosaur
And Katie thinks he's wonderful
That smarmy voice of his
"I love you and you love me,"
I bleeding don't you know
I wouldn't let him within a hundred miles
Of any kids of mine.

In the course of the day
I would be called upon
To play multiple parts in
Everything from The Three Bears
To Little Red Riding Hood
In which I memorably became
Big Bad Wolf and Grandma
And presumably ate myself

But the highlight of the day
Was the last thing before she went home
The weekly show
"Introduce me, Grand-dad!"
In my best showman's voice
"Ladies and gentlemen...!"
To my wife and dog
"...The moment you've been waiting for.
Fresh from her recent tour
Of our back garden.....
Miss Katie......."
"Katie Spice, Grand-dad."
"Miss Katie SPICE!"

Into some popular ditty of the day
Issuing from her at full volume
Then she would stop mid-line
While she did a little dance step
All greeted by thunderous applause
In her head it was Carnegie Hall
Rather than my wife, my dog and me
So, a happy end to a happy day
Then Katie went home
And I slipped into an exhausted coma

                                           By Phil Roberts
 Jun 2016 Kush
Mona
Angel Part ll
 Jun 2016 Kush
Mona
You tried to figure out why the ying yang had two sides but you never got an answer because no one understood your question.

So you stared out of the window pane 'until the window pane understood your pain ,why dear .....angel asked the mirror

So you stayed in silence until you got used to it , you were drowning but you still remained thirsty maybe it was because you were already resentful with the sea so it never understood you.

You aplogised to your frail heart for making it cry that it drowned the river nile in that process the tides of the river where too much to handle.

So your soul never felt full because all you did was  feed the body not Soul why angel ......asked the mirrors

You have seen but not saw , you asked yourself and the man in the clouds why you haven't seen anything yet .

Love spit you out like a stone ,you cried no one heard you, your silence was so loud that we heard it echo in our ears.

They labelled you the bad one but the mirror never knew you were the one in pain because it reflected your mind not your heart.


But you where too fragile to even look ,so today the man in the cloud told me to tell you Dear ....angel you'll never die of a broken heart because your tears have reached his doorstep.
A narrative poem about being broken ,rejected and finding peace through God.
The broken character being someone I know (close) and me being the reflective glasses or mirrors.
Hopefully you enjoy
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