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 Jan 2016 Matt
Timothy Ward
a great whale breaches
"man-watching"
the pacific stirs
This is a Lune devised by poet Robert Kelly. You are restricted to 13 syllables 5/3/5 in his attempt to tighten the Haiku format in English
 Jan 2016 Matt
Neha shimoga
The congenial and amusing essence of the grass fills my mind with freshness and newness             
I  lay on the cozy, cushy meadow as I look at the empyrean sky.
The stars shine just as bright as a happy smile that's seen very rarely in this hoggish and egoistic world.
I close my eyes and picture the rapturous sky.
My mind flushes the Stygian sky with colours. A little red from the right and a little blue from the left.
As soon as the colours collide the sky turns lilac.
I see myself struggling to get up to fly in that dazzling lilac sky as my legs are tied to the chains which are buried deep inside the earth where the Satan lives.
I cry as I feel the Satan pulling me down.
Just then I realized that holding on  to the unchangeable past serves no purpose and will never let me reveal the mysteries of tomorrow.
Moving on can be very diffucult. But realizing that it's time to move on can be more tough and confusing. Stop trying to hold on to your past. The more and more you think about your past the more it'll sink into you and make you suffer. There are many other beautiful things waiting in your life ahead.
This poem is about me where I am struggling to move on but realized that it was a little too late as I have wasted too much time thinking about my past and now it's not letting me go.
 Jan 2016 Matt
Seán Mac Falls
No peace in empire  .  .  .
Blind surveil themselves freely,
  .  .  .  Perpetual war.
The world of George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four exists in a state of perpetual war among the three major powers. At any given time, two of the three states are aligned against the third; for example Oceania and Eurasia against Eastasia or Eurasia and Eastasia against Oceania. However, as Goldstein's book points out, each Superstate is so powerful that even an alliance of the other two cannot destroy it, resulting in a continuing stalemate. From time to time, one of the states betrays its ally and sides with its former enemy. In Oceania, when this occurs, the Ministry of Truth rewrites history to make it appear that the current state of affairs is the way it has always been, and documents with contradictory information are destroyed in the memory hole.

A dystopia (from the Greek δυσ- and τόπος, alternatively, cacotopia, kakotopia, or anti-utopia) is a community or society that is in some important way undesirable or frightening. It is literally translated as "not-good bad-place" and synonymous with the opposite of utopia. Such societies appear in many artistic works, particularly in stories set in a future. Dystopias are often characterized by dehumanization, totalitarian governments, environmental disaster, or other characteristics associated with a cataclysmic decline in society.
 Jan 2016 Matt
Bianca Reyes
A twinle in your eye
A glimmer in the sky
That's exactly when I knew
I had fallen in love with you
 Jan 2016 Matt
Bianca Reyes
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


I GOT DAILY POEM!!! Wow, thank you to everyone who read, commented, shared and liked this and thanks to anyone who reads this and does the same. Yay :)






Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
 Jan 2016 Matt
Anto MacRuairidh
The poem formerly known as 'First taste of bitter' has been rewritten to reflect the lovely people who inhabit this etheral poetic wonderland that is home to many and a refuge to many - inspired by HP's own Elsa
- thank you Elsa  :))

My first taste of HP

I was welcomed right away
Day one I had three friends
Peter Hamilton, Cecil and Ana
Is where my HP journey began

From another site I'd arrived
Not seeking fortunes or fame
Just a place to share poems
With people who feel the same

I've always been so welcome here
~ always made to feel at home
Thats down to the friendly poets
Who you all are, you know.

So many, many friendly souls
My, how that list has grown
Thank you HP - I glad I came...
I no longer feel alone



Special thank also to - Poetessa Diabolica, Niamh, Coleen, Shanna, Wolf, Brandon, Evie, ridicule, Beryl Dov, Donna and Sleeping Bag. Much love to everyone who knows me. X
HP =
H.elpful P.ositivity ,
H.ome (of) P.oets ,
H.appy P.eople
H.eartfelt P.oetry

Some readers will find that they have already liked this although they havent even read this (revised poem) - DONT PANIC! - as The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy would say. It appears that I have done something naughty by renaming and rewriting a poem that was previously read and rated. Thank you all. :)
 Jan 2016 Matt
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

Christmas had passed
New Year is coming
And I haven't wrap a gift for you

Yet I see it here
Shining like the sun
Something that won't make you blue

I've kept it for so long
To give you as present
Though I can't send it right

Still, I have this hope
That you will hold it well
When the time is right

I wish you will take care
You won't let it cold
It will stay so warm

Or maybe hot enough
Through the test of times
Away from all the harms

Yes, I have a gift for you
A very special gift
I want you to receive

This is only for you
My life, my everything
My all I want to give

~~¤~~
Happy New Year!!! <3<3<3
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