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 Apr 2016 R Arora
Olivia Kent
AMUSING MUSING

All my friends they are leaving.
Gone off falling in love.
Thank the Lord for the summer sun.
Soon to come.
To dry the rain.
Soothing subtly with kisses.
Dry grass and puppy dogs.

Sitting musing on fallen logs.
Of friendships that left.
And hearts that were broke.
Of the long past lovers that no longer spoke.
No more words uttered.
Their bread's always buttered.
Easier to swallow when moist.
Single minded.
A little lonely.
No choices.
Hollow voices.
Hollering proudly.
Free flying.
Fire sign spirit in me.
(c)LIVVI
 Apr 2016 R Arora
Olivia Kent
Annie Chapman, the maiden Smith,
******* daughter of a soldier born,
Parents entered joy of wedlock,
When ******* girl was still a baby.

Got married herself in 1869,
Had three children sweet,
First sweet daughter Emily,
Captured by meningitis bug,
Stole their eldest gal away,
Second child was a lad named John, born tragically disabled,
A third daughter born 1884 who ran away with the circus seeking some fun, when grown.

Marriage crumbled,
Due to sorrow,
Loss of daughter,
Destroyed all tomorrows,
Son was put into institution,
So they could not go on,
Drifted apart on a tide of drink,
Only way not to think,
Separated fell apart in 1884,

Lady 'Annie', with sorrowful heart and hair of brown,
Known as 'Dark Annie'
Maybe because she wore a frown,
She was the victim blessed with civility,
Until the drink contorted her,
Bending her mind,

Early as the daylight rose,
She had found a dark haired fellow,
Wearing deerstalker,
Maybe a friend of Holmes himself,
Although it's sadly doubted,
Probably a client, looking for her wares,

Body slain, lain on the floor,
Not far from her gate,
Throat slashed, viscera scattered around,
Coating her shoulders , with blood spattered dressings,

A neckerchief in situ,
Had he maybe provided a most unpleasant gift,
No financial donation for this poor lady,
Asphyxiation for the lady, she didn't take her daily pills,

Queer perhaps,
Her murderer knew what to do,
Maybe vile ****** man was medical in origin,
Some speculation hinted,
The ****** weapon was an autopsy knife!

This is the story of the second Jack the Ripper victim.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
In his study he sits contemplating
activities of this case at hand
with marvellous mind and fragile heart
talks to Watson as what is planned

His deerstalker hangs wet in the hallway
his cane in the hat stand below
he smokes ******* his pipe
Watson gets his gun, they are ready to go

Adorning their coats
Mrs Hudson appears
wishing them luck
whilst holding back tears

Out of Baker Street
they hail a Hanson
to Charing Cross
to pay Moriarty a visit

How many times Holmes, Watson sighed
have you crossed swords with this villain
My Dear Watson Holmes replyed
evil deeds must stop and I am willing.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
 Apr 2016 R Arora
gray rain
Alone
 Apr 2016 R Arora
gray rain
There is comfort in being alone
your thoughts surround you
they become your home
you can remember those you lost
and those you want to meet
those you haven't seen in a while
those who make you want to smile
you can reflect on life
and whether a decision you made was wise
or you could think of the things you want to do
because you're the only one there to stop you
 Apr 2016 R Arora
Rochelle Thomas
I like the rain.
But that doesn't mean I'm in pain,
It keeps me sane
In a way
because I can't blame
my pain
on the rain
taking the sun away.

I see clouds gather,
Thinking that I hate this weather
When the thunder came
I knew that this game I was playing
was unorthodox
Took a few knocks
Cut my dreadlocks
And when the rain finally came

I was dancing.
In the rain
Just dancing.
Dreads are cool. Winter isn't. It was raining yesterday :)
 Apr 2016 R Arora
complexify
we're all lost
and no one wants to admit.

we're all sad
and yet no one wants to believe.

we're all actors
and actresses
of our own stage
of life
and yes we're fake.

who'd care if i die?
who'd care if you died?
the optimist shall say
"some will"
and the pessimists will say
"no one will"

but **** all that
we are who we are
we're champions in our own eyes
full of glory
learning from our failures
healing our wounds
goals set afar
footsteps can be heard

and from there
we will prevail
we will not fail
as we
are who we are.
We're strong. We will get through this.
 Apr 2016 R Arora
Meghan Makenzie
Of course machines can't
Think as people do. A
Machine is different from a
Person. Hence, they think
Differently. The interesting
Question is, just because
Something, uh.. Thinks
Differently from you, does
That mean it's not thinking?
Well, we allow for humans
To have such divergences
From one another. You
Like strawberries, I hate ice-
Skating, you cry at sad
Films, I am allergic to
Pollen. What is the point
Of...of... Different tastes,
Different... Preferences, if
Not, to say that our brains
Work differently, that we
Think differently? And if we
Can say that about one
Another, then why can't we
Say the same thing for
Brains... Built of copper and
Wire, steel?



Who ever has not seen this movie, I strongly recommend you check it out.
 Apr 2016 R Arora
Phantom Poet
I grew up watching cartoons,
Reading fairy tales,
Believing they existed like the moon,
I thought the world was like these tales,
Fun,  magic and love,
Castles, princesses and magic doves,
But something hit me,
What happens in reality is tragic,
As I grew,
I lost hope,
We are walking on a tight rope,
Walking over insanity,
No excitement,
Life is ,
My biggest disappointment
 Apr 2016 R Arora
Blue Jay
I'm ready to walk this journey alone.
I've been ready since the day I met you. I knew I was doomed the second I fell for your smile and the moment you shook my hand..
June 3, 2014
11:24pm
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