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 Nov 2017 AngLe
Star BG
Intentions
 Nov 2017 AngLe
Star BG
My intentions flow like gentle winds
releasing prose shaped in delicate flower.
Scent carries to paper
in swirls of energies pure.
They drift in words
behind ones eyes and into heart.
Where we shall meet and dance on a highway of a poem sweet.
A poem that whispers
with power of love.
Inspired by Kaylee H thanks
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Cné
Smile
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Cné
I hope that you will smile today
and give yourself a break.
A smile can be great medicine.
It helps when hearts might ache.

Perhaps, if you try hard enough,
the smile becomes a grin.
And when you've worn it long enough,
you'll feel it grow and then...

The grin becomes a chuckle
and it then becomes a laugh.
And everyone will wonder if
you've made a social gaffe.

For laughter is contagious
and it helps to get us through.
Here's hoping that today will bring
some happiness to you.
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Mack
Sarah
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Mack
Sarah knew the truth I found,
When she crossed our common ground.
She looked at me and felt the same,
Sarah won't forget that day.

I'm sorry Sarah, for the mess I made,
I'll never forget that game we played.
Sarah saved my soul that day,
I'm sorry Sarah- you felt such pain.

I am only ever so sad,
I'm sorry Sarah, but I cannot be mad.
You want me to be happy, I guess.
Just not when my head is such a mess.

My knees were streaked with red,
While Sarah watched as all my words bled...
A million stories a thousand times,
Of ten hundred different crimes.

I'm sorry Sarah played that game,
Because Sarah already felt the same.
 Aug 2017 AngLe
J
Cared
 Aug 2017 AngLe
J
I really did care man,
You know,
I have to blow it,
Time and again,
I get hit all at once man.
And itx Frustrating.........
Therex too many stonex that were thrown,
And they all need to be r3turned,
If they haven't already man,
I wish I had a helping hand.
One that wasn't there
To steal and condemn,
A real hand.
Just once man ...........
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Grey mirror
I argued a lot, I was always annoyed.
So you thought I was paranoid.
But I wasn't wrong
Neither was I strong
When you stopped.......!
You stopped beating for me.

You too weren't wrong,
When you said I had a void.
I was an empty vessel,
Without water, without love,
Just futile noise swirling around
Making horrid sounds.

Now I thanked you.
You finally left my body and my mind.
I am made new with a love so divine,
No longer empty, no longer thirsty,
*I am overflowing, forever filling.
John 4:13,14
Jesus answered and said to her,
"Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water I give him shall never thirst,
But the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Ameerah Holliday
Hang me.
By my tongue from
the Tree of Life.
                 ​Repeat to me
​                  definitions of equality.
Let injustice drip
honey from my fingers
        ​ to remind me of purity
         ​that comes.
​                             Color,
let Eve curse
and Adam condemn
       ​ no man of his.
                   ​Baptised in red of
​                   the read,
         ​bathed in consciousness:
         ​what difference
​                             looks
like.
​                    Know companion.
       ​No compassion.
Syllables strangled
sensitivity,
                 ​the rawness of
​                 Rope. Burn. Words
                            ​ask again
      ​what it looks like.
Previously published in 2014-15 San Diego Poetry Annual. For correct formatting please view that version.
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Cné
Mmmm
 Aug 2017 AngLe
Cné
blindfolded taste test
teasing my tongue sensually
erotically sweet
Just fantasizing
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