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 Jul 2018 Viola
Dr Peter Lim
The judge lived in  constant marital strife
he had a big row with his wife that morning at five
went to court all confused with a wrong file
and sentenced the poor innocent accused for life!
 Jul 2018 Viola
Dr Peter Lim
Didn't drink enough coffee today
couldn't work or think
left high and dry all the way
I was like a pen without ink!
 Jul 2018 Viola
Dr Peter Lim
A poem
should be
like a photo
of beauty

a portrait
of myriad wonders
light and shade
of charming colours

a voice
from the heart
to abide in memory
never to part

a song
that shall ring
through endless time
loved by every being.
 Jul 2018 Viola
skyler
your drunk words
got me buzzed
on old memories
and surpressed feelings
i was sober
until i heard your voice
now what am i supposed to do?

s.s
 Jul 2018 Viola
Dr Peter Lim
I write
because I feel-
more intensely
when wounds
I need to heal
life cares not
whether it embitters
agonises
or trips every heel

human tears
are mirrored
in words
the litany
of sorrowful years
adversity
spreads
like an epidemic
but to despair
and defeat
I'll never yield

my poems
shall be my shield
I know
living is never*
as easy as
walking through a field
* a Russian saying
 Jul 2018 Viola
Kewayne Wadley
I had this tremendous fear.
The mist soon all around;
The water around capsizes.
Substance attends, a funeral of sorts.
I've never ventured this far.
Soon they return, looking back.
Fleeing wildish scream.
My former thought bold.
Such my hope.
Resurfacing the ill fated.
The thought of sinking.
Forced to roam in darkness.
Where would I place my feet.
Perplexed, nothing was the same.
Cold, unable to find comfort.
I drifted, longing to chance the size of waves.
Distant waters courteous in expectation.
I too braced for it.
Becoming motionless.
Awaiting descent.

Not all ships sink.
The voyage extended from strangers eyes.
When the wind stops and the sail settles.
Some peculiar gaze, heavily weighed in length.
The ship sinks.
But this I feel far too late.
I am at the bottom.
The bottom of her heart
 Jul 2018 Viola
grumpy thumb
Attractive women still hook my eye
stir a spurt of blood from an instinctive side,
but they lost the power they once had to drive me wild
and vacated the thoughts where they used to reside.
Guess I'm now more drawn to those who have an attractive mind.
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