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 Jul 2015 Peanut
Alice Baker
I often lie awake at night
To avoid seeing you in my dreams
Only to think about you constantly
Missing you
Is only half
Of the void I feel
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Lexi
brainwaves.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Lexi
the intricate stitching of your brainwaves brings me to my knees.

the delicate sound of the words that pour from your mouth make my head spin.

the way you consume time and still seem to move so fast makes my chest crumble.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Earl Jane
Be Wise!
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Earl Jane

Friends are blessings,





                                               ­       But when we don't choose wisely,




It becomes a horrendous Gehenna.




                            © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.
Re-posted...
I wrote this long ago, and just found this out, and edited some parts of it....
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Lunar
lunar love
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Lunar
don't look for me when it's bright,
when i'm hiding in the night

not sitting under the sun
but lying on the moon

with my right clutching the stars
as my left hand holding my heart

wishing in the dark for light,
wishing just for you.
a self-titled poem! hope you guys enjoy this one.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Evangeline Ashe
Black is the house of the great unknown
it is the absence of all light
its footmen creep to bathe in secrets
stretching their limbs as evening turns to night.
Black is the harrier of the loneliest souls
it is a hardening of the heart
it is the fears buried deepest
After all, you can't see shadows for the dark.

Night is when the darkness reigns
cloaking the world in sable
Night is when the balance shifts
to keep the cosmos stable
Night is when red foxtrot trots
to caper in the quiet
Night is when life lights itself
Sparks of murmur and of fire
Night is when new hunters stir
with hunger in their orb-like eyes
Night is when sweet nightingale
serenades the owl wise
Night is when she holds a candle to the window
the better to carry on
Night is when he locks the door behind
the sooner to be gone
Night is when heroes fill the sky
and angels walk among the sleeping
Night is when the echoes of day
replay and take on deeper meaning
Night is when the mind is free
to wander wordless realms anew
Night is when black is not black
but a hundred shades of blue.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Evie Hammond
Maddie
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Evie Hammond
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.

I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you
Written by my dear friend today on the 13th anniversary of the death of her baby, who passed away at 2 days old. In remembrance of Maddie. Posted in loving support for her mum Shelli.
maybe not such a good idea,
it may feel fenced in, surrounded.

yet we lean on it, dicuss the time of day,
avoiding price on fish.

i learn about sub soil, all things growing,

the logistics of burying. he borrows electricity
a while, while i tidy up, hang out washing.

i miss my company,  went out walking.

no one came this time.

sbm.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Sourodeep
I have seen lot of magic
performers doing various tricks
spectators gaping in awe
illusions subtle and raw.
The one trick which is so old
towards which many have now turned cold
is how he placed three spinning ***** in space
distinct sized spheres running a circular race
all separated by different mile values
coming close and going away in peculiar ways,
can one day among them have such an accord
get lined up in one definite chord,
the smallest can cast such a shadow
so accurate even the brightest has to bow.
Splendid heavenly display of perfection
puts these earthly phenomenons to rest
the supreme magician at his very best.
This can only happen because of God !
and we might never able to solve this mystery
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