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 May 2017 Luna Marie
Traveler
A Travel Alert
Has been issued
For the Travelers
Of The Earth

Quite unfriendly
The world views
These inhabitants
Have given birth

Condition High
All Travelers hide
Take shelter
From the storm

Our children rest
In weary arms
As fear becomes
Their norm
...
Traveler Tim
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Yasmine
I trace places you used to touch
Looking for echoes of your fingertips

I light candles where you used to stand
Trying to recreate the warmth you exuded

I wrap your sweaters around my body
Mimicking the sensation of your arms around me

I listen to the clinks of wine glasses
Pretending we're back on our first date

I stare at your lips in your pictures
Wishing I had kissed you longer

I thought losing you would get easier
But I miss you more every minute
 May 2017 Luna Marie
kelly jane
Bein different makes no difference
Status,Country,Race makes no change
Cause we all respond by one heart
Breath in and out the same air
Like roses we all respond
By different names and colours
But feels the same beat of life

We all love and get hurt
We all got strenght and weakness
We all are subjected to mistakes
We all experience downfalls and boom

Chritians,Islams,Pegans makes no difference
With a bond we all are tied
Drawn together by our dreams and emotions
We build up a stronger tomorrow
All these i learnt
From a little french damsel
Who held my hand and said
"ONT EST TOUS PAREIL"
 May 2017 Luna Marie
wordvango
tendrils reaching out for what seems too far to grasp the stars it seem are closer the moonbeams more
in tune than anyone living or known
a star burst raises the hair on my arm
more now than her kiss or touch
than I go off on that starlight
that glistens off some lake at night
far reach fetch I try to seek that
lost light I have lost
Because of you, I have no fear nor worry in my life.
Because of you, I can face tomorrow every single day.
Because of you, I do not need to fear death at any time.
Because of you, I have everything that I shall ever need.
Because of you, there is Great Joy that is in my life here.
Because of you, I have a Great purpose to fill my hours.
Because of you, I am stronger than I was yesterday too.
Because of you, I cam do anything for you are mt strength.
Because of you , I am Blessed beyond measure as well.
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Nat Lipstadt

The Underground of HP

~
I do not joke

underworld, underground,
a subterranean nether-land,
a dark net
of a peculiar type of
wonderful human trafficking

all pathways are Venetian style,
each traveler rides in a tricked out, camouflaged gondola
of their own reckoning and design,
upon "rivers of good company"^

***"dude - ain't no such thing I seen
on o dropdown menu
provided by the House of York***

you are correct and yet, you are
correctable.

the way in
to this far more real world
than the surficial one
where you currently reside,
but only half alive,
is where poets speak
in the pentameter of plain english,
exchanging kindnesses and
magic tricks, tidbits of loveliness,
poems of sheerest nylon delight

their private revelations,
their second skin
home to shared state secrets
that are close guarded,
confided confidences, confident completely,
that nothing can rise exposed to the glare of the casual observer,
the accidental tourist,
who writes but
of and for the occasion
for self-glorification

the way in you ask?

don't make me laugh.

no one will extend an invitation -
memberships do not exist
you must invite yourself.

look to the frescoed, vaulted Vatican ceiling,
see the Creation of Adam,
a single finger-extending,
breathing life
when touching his/your reciprocal,
his/your creator

this is the way, the way in,
to self creation.

make the reach of your life,
stretch your soul across the terra firma of invisible terabytes
with the touch of a single fingertip

down below is where
the super stars reside,
who count not the vanity of quantities of cheap likes,
but who delight in the
rivets of insights,
well hid in the spaces between
line and letter
and dark secret messages,
trafficking in the best of
humanity, kindness

expose yourself, accepting your self
welcomed you will be,
accepted.

down below is where the real work gets done.

the realization, the actualization,
where the top of the tip
points down, the crown,
of the inverted pyramid

where poems are the
blood and stuff,
the kisses and the touches,
the ***** and the
opening into the berm,
the root, the stem, and the blossoming
of the real world of HP


^https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1913140/in-the-river-of-good-company/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1915543/how-to-be-a-successful-poet-on-hp-in-two-parts/
 May 2017 Luna Marie
wordvango
the mist rises above the rose bush
fades her red to grey
rises up the ivy nearing the balcony
rising like dust stirred by an angry
Mustang bridled and chained wanting
freedom
the birds silence disturbing the crickets are missing
the moon has stopped glowing the stars
have stopped glistening
an aura is growing
of doom and mystery
silence is paranoid sent loose on it's mission
to haunt the unforgiven
I stand smoking a cigarette
Pall Mall Red 100
drinking an Olde English 800
glad to know
it ain't me
not me sir doom or spoil or devil
I believe in what I can see
not ghost's
BOO
****
what was that?
 May 2017 Luna Marie
wordvango
free thoughts on my day the universe
the guy with a sign on the corner a backpack  
his life on the side of a highway just wanting to go to
Dothan -his sign says

I turned the other way ,
I had my day all planned.
Two jobs to do make enough
dough for my weekend party.

I thought about him
for the next ten miles
heard his loneliness sing through
my tires

I turned around went back
glad I had found a care a heart
concern for someone other than I

And got back to that corner  
empty , it was. No man no sign no backpack no worldly belongings
alone on a corner of a highway in Alabama.

I rode my way back home. decided to take a day off
and think.
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