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 Apr 2015 ChM
Justin S Wampler
Anything worth doing,
is worth doing right.

Like forgetting.

That's why I drink
brandy these days.

Laced with regret,

I always remember
Jack Daniels nights.
 Apr 2015 ChM
Alex Kauble
6 hours
 Apr 2015 ChM
Alex Kauble
I told you all I had to say.
It's been exactly 6 hours since you read it with no reply.
No reply.
No reply.
No reply.
And that's all I'm ever going to remember.
He’s no musician.
He doesn't make melodies through violin and guitar strings.
Yet he composed, haunting ballads in dramatic tempos,
Rhyming every lyric,
Harmonizing, making it dance in a musical euphony.

He’s no seamster.
Yet he cuts and he traces,
plain words and printed phrases;
Then he sews and he weaves it skilfully,
into a lovely concrete poetry.

He’s no painter.
He just has a palette of pigmented letters,
splashing colorful lines on his blank canvass.
A blast of contained evocative memories,
Streaking and shading mixtures of kaleidoscopic imagery.

He’s no storyteller.
Yet from him, I heard the most romantic tales-
One, of the moon and its lover sea.
Reciprocating shy glances, whispering I love you’s,
while kissing behind the sprawling mountains.
Though the dawn will come, they do not fear.
For after the majestic tribal sun leaves his stage,
There’ll the lovers be once again reunited.

He's no poet.**
Yet he writes--
stanzas and verses.
And oh! it revives,
every strand of emotion,
every sense of intuition,
Inside me.
A lyrical perception,
Sheer perfection,
Arousing perpetual reactions,
From me.
I am not good at this. I just want to express my pure gratitude, appreciation and awe for you.

"I am no poet. Never thought of myself as one. Just a guy dabbling clumsily in words"
Yet even, everything you do amaze me.


Thank you all wonderful people on Hello Poetry. I just realized this moment that this poem was featured as Daily poem yesterday.  I have never imagined any of my work will be posted as daily. Thank you all for the hearts, re-post,share, comments and messages. You really made my heart and soul so happy. :)
And most of all, thanks to the man who inspire me to write this one. :)
(04.14.2015)
 Apr 2015 ChM
epictails
Rise
 Apr 2015 ChM
epictails
Rise
From the ashes of your failures

Rise*
From the red hot burn of hate

Rise
From the dissonance subduing your own unique flow

Rise
Rise


You are born to fight the fickleness of life

*Rise
Believe in yourself
Far greater than all your misfortunes combined
losing hope for the past few days. I've made a lot of mistakes and realizations start to dawn on me. I constantly remind myself that I am greater than all my circumstances, all the opinions people give me and all my mistakes
 Apr 2015 ChM
Paul M Chafer
Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.

Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.

Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.

©Paul M Chafer 2015
Inspired by the poem ‘A Procession Of Days’ and dedicated to fellow visionary, friend and poet, W L Winter.
 Apr 2015 ChM
Crushing Love
In a world like mine you have to understand my logic on:
Darkness and Demons
Hate and Love
Blood and Death
Being a ***** and just Protecting
Not giving a crap and Giving up

And most of all you have to understand ME so if you don't understand me and refuse to get to know me....Well you have no right to question my logic and you certainly have no right to question a world like mine.
Trying to deal with people who only want to judge and question me without really even trying to get to know me....
 Apr 2015 ChM
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
*When I saw grandma was spinning yarn at moon
Mother's lullaby was just a fairytale
The measure would not have to weigh the legs
Flew colorful kites in the sky
Had a chat with friends at idle hours
The dreams came but never went with wind
We, all friends were wandering in a fairyland
The words of the poem as the rain came
She loved to hear the poems
When romance flowed with blood
Air, flowers said Spring
When in a lazy Summer afternoon  
She stood at my door
Sitting beside me
Sang a song of future
Lost ourselves
When time moved in the forth dimension  
You and me
Sometimes Sunshine,
Sometimes Rain
Horizon spoke with Rainbows
Then dreams played with my blue Sky
And I was bright as the Evening Star
 ~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
~
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 Apr 2015 ChM
Jennifer Weiss
I get praised for my strength,
by almost everyone.
Those that have known me forever,
and those that have just begun.
"You're so strong!
How others, right now, would be
coming undone!"
Don't judge a book by it's cover,
I might jest. Yet, I don't lie often.
I can rise with the sun,
and get much work done.
Talk to strangers with a smile,
and let life continue to run.
But the insides of me are only held together,
because His hand is holding the pieces
much better
than I could ever hope to hold them.
If I'm lucky while I sleep he whispers secrets
to me, on how I should mold them.
And I've learned I won't die from
any of this pain.
But it hasn't stopped the rain.
No, underneath all this strength
I'm really just continuing in vain.
Continuing in hopes some day soon
He ends my pain.
.
It's not like I'm unhappy,
just not as happy as I could be.
 Apr 2015 ChM
Jennifer Weiss
Open your ears, lost children of God-
What you seek, in Him can be found.
Not in a relationship, no matter how you ****-
Or your sight, if you're always looking down.

Lift your chin higher,
Above all of this world.
Lift your eyes higher,
-and listen to the story-
of a once lost, but now found girl.

You will wander purgatory forever,
until you seek Him and His ways.
You will live in chaos whether
or not You think you've got it made.

Your life cannot succeed,
nor can you know true Joy.
Unless you help yourself to see
His heaven is better than any
man created ploy.
What did you find?
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