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 Aug 2012 Kaycee33
Paul Hardwick
Purple sat alone
Purple all on it's own
In a purple night
Next to a purple stone
Picking up that purple rock that night
Seam like making something right
even thought
the dance flour was purple
Purple said
Owwwwww hellow
missess Johns
saw your daughter  in that purple dress
she has grown
misses Johns just frowned
then said
Think that
then black is red
and the darkness will follow you
but my mind was on that purple dress
 Aug 2012 Kaycee33
Pandora dO
Both are an eyewitness,
both are a crush,
not knowing one likes the other,
thus both wandering off.
© 2007
 Aug 2012 Kaycee33
Josias Barrios
El Cielo... lleno de estrellas pero ninguna resplandece o es tan bella como la que recibe este mensaje.
 Aug 2012 Kaycee33
Sacrelicious
4 a.m
watering the flowers.
Cry or cringe.
I'm crying my way out of this.
When used properly
Pretty boy tears work
like liquid magic.

Free flowing
pity rivers
flowing.
Cheek to cheek,

Then the well ran dry.
&
No more ***** were given.
 Aug 2012 Kaycee33
Raj Arumugam
a moment of strong wind
in the garden
and the peonies lean over
and the butterfly is blown off its point
just a while, just a while;
the gust of wind blows into my eyes
and I close them
just that moment, just that while
poem based on the painting 'Peonies and Butterfly' by Katsushika Hukosai
 Aug 2012 Kaycee33
Terry Collett
You practiced
judo moves with Jim
on the grass
outside the farmhouse

where he lived
and his younger sister
stood on the periphery
watching the moves and falls

and she watched you
with her usual concentration
her eyes glued on you
her hands clapping

when you had Jim down
or made the right moves
and her mother
poked her head

out of the door
of the farmhouse
and said
Monica leave the boys alone

they don’t want you
pestering them
I’m just watching
Monica called back

not doing any harm
do as you’re told
her mother said firmly
and Monica slouched back

towards the farmhouse
cussing under her breath
kicking at the grass
as she went

I was only watching
she said to her mother’s
disappearing back
then she paused

and looked back
at you and said
you don’t mind do you?
no not at all

you said
but Jim said
pushing damp hair
from his sweaty face

go Monica
do as you’re told
and she smiled at you
but gave Jim

a look
in passing
of sternness
and icy cold.
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