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  Jul 2020 Jen
beth fwoah dream boleyn
where love is love still forever
and the wild sea crackles and broods
and the clouds float light as a feather,
and grey as grey are their moods,

the pinks of the sea always flowing,
the corals buried deep in the sand
and the wind with its strength
always fleeing,
the skirts of the land.

the flowers of the waves are all blooming,
the sun gathers strength from the day,
the surf cries and lifts then is
falling
and says all is left still to say,

the roll of the tide like a titan,
a giant whose breath is to lave,
and thunderous seas that would
frighten,
dissolve in their waves.

the sea is an arc of bright crimson,
the  sky a whole sand-dune of gold,
the swallows of the sky unimprison,
the air from the story yet untold,

the devil sings out to his sister,
who refuses to come or obey,
for she is a lark of the water
and knows the sea’s way.

as twilight swiftens like a moon note,
and the blue air dreams of her
love
and the dark dreams of dreaming
in her star boat
and  the sky sings forever there of,

my love for you grows still
forever,
as my kisses find all the dew of
your lip,
as me to you you pull and untether
as stars start to dip.
She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
  Jul 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma



Yellow rays, swept off the sky

Light Showers through the grey

There goes another day
Jen Jul 2020
Fog
If I put my hand
On the fogged glass
Will it erase words
So crass
Will it uncover
Clearness
Where there once
Was a strange menagerie
Over the lake's horizon
In a fuscia-water coloured vision
Waking in the early morning
To this realness
Come to life
Had to escape it
And face what
Has passed
Leave it all behind
If I place my sight
In the right place
These fears might slip away
But my dear
Our world is-
A gray-washed haze
My hand releases
From the mirror's grasp
My eyes see through
To what it was at last
Jen Jul 2020
You don't need someone
To show you the way
You just need some strength
To find your own way
Worlds can collide
In this one
Nothing stands still
For anyone
So, find your own way
And maybe someday
You will be free
To find your love
Because worlds can collide
In this one
And nothing stands still
For anyone
Move closer to the truth
You seek
Closer to the heart
In everything
Follow your way
Closer to free
It's inside
Of you
A strength

And sometimes
It's so quiet
Awake in the dark
And sometimes
It's only the presence
Of something
Past
So, find your own way
At last.
  Jul 2020 Jen
Moon Cherry
There’s a universe inside of you,
But I’m just a little star.
Once my light is out,
There'll be none of me.
You gaze, admired it, then you close your eyes to sleep. Only to wake for the Sun.
  Jun 2020 Jen
Dr Peter Lim
Life is the manuscript
time is the narrator
only the individual
is the listener

the narrative changes
chapter by chapter
most do not speak
in favour of the owner.
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