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 Feb 2018 Ryan Holden
Seema
Souls
 Feb 2018 Ryan Holden
Seema
I don't know about pure soul,
Whether its pure as gold or black as coal,
I am a human born around materialistic matters,
Where I witness who is along and who shatters,
I believe in karmic deeds,
Not based on peoples petty needs,
I don't know how a soul looks like at this life stage,
For if I considered confronting a saint or a sage,
Then probably I would have some hints about souls,
But in this life am okay knowing my roles,
So if you have your own opinion about souls,
Its good to preach to whoever is hanging on poles,
Cause they would witness their so called souls,
After their bodies get buried in damp dark holes...


©sim
Someone once asked me, if my soul was pure or just coal.
I gave him this reply.
Is it such a crime
To follow a dream
They say that dreams
Come true so never
Hold back from what
Ever may be out
There for you
Who knows what you
Will find
Hidden Treasures
Come to mind.
How will you know
If you never dig deep?
Seek and you will find
Never leave your
Dreams behind
When you awake from sleep.
Why not follow a dream.
Dreams they say come true.
 Jan 2018 Ryan Holden
Lunar
have you ever wondered
why   am   i   always
f  a  s  c  i  n  a  t  e  d
with the phenomena
of     a    red and rare
l u n a r   e c l i p s e?

with every time we meet,
i turn red;
but with every time we part,
i don't turn blue.

rare doesn't mean
"once in a lifetime."
it only means that
you'll always return,
no matter how long it takes.

and i believe that
someday
for sure
again:
*i'll see you.
aren't we all fascinated with the things, events, and people which come rare?
it makes us cherish them well.

(j.m.)
You are more than my lover,
You are also my best friend,
We both know this connection,
Will never come to an end.

The love we share is stronger,
Than concrete, or even steel,
No harsh words or argument,
Could ever change the way I feel.

The bond we have is solid,
My heart at last is protected,
Unshakeable passion in your
Eyes is what I see reflected.

A mirror to my own feelings,
It's strange to look into your soul,
And see the same scars I'm made of,
Plus the things that make me whole.

Now a flame is ignited,
Where there once was a spark,
Lighting up a part of me,
I was sure would always be dark.

The way you understand the world,
And what makes it spin around,
Reminds me again why you are,
The anchor to which I am bound.

The energy flowing between,
Our two hearts will never sever,
For the first time I believe,
Love really could last forever.
I'm in love and I can't believe it.
What do you think? Constructive criticism is appreciated!
 Jan 2018 Ryan Holden
Benji James
Late night sneak outs
******* makeout
Parties, drinking
Speaking without thinking
To young to even give a ****

Please baby
Take this heart
Break it in half
and we will
never be apart

Mascara's running down
your cheeks
Tears start gushing
I'll come running
Your saviour in armour
I'll make it all go away

Please baby
Take this heart
Break it in half
and we will
never be apart

Lovers, friendships
Aren't easily formed
But you and me
have an unbreakable bond

Please baby
Take this heart
Break it in half
and we will
never be apart

It's so hard to look away
When you are watching me
Your new dress
Has me intrigued
And your hair
swaying gently in the wind

Please baby
Take this heart
Break it in half
and we will
never be apart

©2018 Written By Benji James
Hello Poetry to me is just another joint family
How by a common bond, here we are strung together
Though separated by geographical boundaries
Distance has never been a hitch or a tether

Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights
Your heart felt blessings give me loads of happiness
Your poems open before me new avenues of thought
Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience

Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row
Some stand out as beacons of radiant light
With words of encouragement, you vanquish all my doubts
Revitalizing my spirit and leaving it shimmering bright

Through this forum we share our inmost thoughts
How close we feel though never been together
Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints
And many join fresh to continue the endeavor

Irrespective of creed we are here at art’s sacred shrine
‘Poets’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride
We stand tall among many others of our species
Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!
Please don’t see this as a poem, but an expression of my deep feelings of gratitude! I am so happy about the enthusiastic response I get for my poems and am short of words to thank Hello Poetry and my fellow poets here! These days I am ******* with some family responsibilities and am unable to read poems I wish to read or comment!  The pressing engagements at the home front compel me to take a short break from you all! Hope to be back after two weeks. In between, whenever I get time, I shall try to see your poems…
The sun is already warming
the first arousal of morning
but my lover is traveling the hills
and valleys of her dreams still.

Sweetpea knows the sounds
of my awakening and abounds
onto the bed’s corner place
where I read my first daily stirring of grace.

She knows of all the places she could land
it is here she gets the glide of my left hand
my hand across her soft brown coat she is well-versed
for she knows this time of day she is first.

“Feline First,” Copyright © 2018 by Glenn Currier
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