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 Jul 2013 thinklef
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a beautiful flame
burning bright
and then one day
it's gone
nothing
left
but

       A
          S
        H      
      E
        S


&

   D
     U
        S
          T


I was okay
for a while
until
my
smile
faded
into
something
I can't describe

a face with no expression
a heart with no emotion
a body with no oxygen
collapsing
falling
dying
with
no
time
to
save
my life

needing a release
before I
relapse

I don't know what to express
feels like I've given up
on my life

no amount of love
could change my thoughts
I'd blank it all out
as I'd fall into what I once
swore I'd never let in again
the other part of me
that I had to leave
I sense my old feelings
making a bitter return

I never wanted to fall for it
I tried so hard to make an effort
to stay and keep myself on track
but every human
has their weak points
something that brings them back
to their deadly old thoughts
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Jul 2013 thinklef
Sharina Saad
They speak of peace and stability
while  vacationing in a dreamland      
reality hurts
sweet words are lies
when actions speak the loudest
   the truth will prevail
    honesty is gold
 Jul 2013 thinklef
Sharina Saad
Dear poets
Do not shed a tear,
Your time is never wasted,
Please do not fear,
your words onto an empty page,
in ink, is mixed into a rage,
it brings a passion, emotion to life,
lost love, a hurt, unfaithful wife,
it touches others, so they may know,
the sorrow, the grief, caused tear to flow,
and they will feel the feelings, clear,
for every poet, who sheds a tear.
this isnt my poem .i am just sharing...
I steal a look at you,
And I steal the blue
of your eyes.
For a moment,
Your frame is mine
Your lips shine
The moment is spent.
I steal a look at you,
For a moment
Your wheatish hue
Is all mine,
Your warm smell,
Eyes of gazelle,
Seem so divine.
Thus my eyes dart
To catch your frame
In a game
That makes you my part.
But I can't steal your heart!
 Jul 2013 thinklef
Sharina Saad
look at the bee
******* honey from a flower
the honey will never ends
Just like what passionate kiss is like
endless nectar...
 Jul 2013 thinklef
Ottar
they may stop it all,
or make the price you,
pay so very high,
more expensive,
than a litre or gallon
of gas.

On your ***,
they will dump,
you, no not the
donkey kind,
they want to
take it all
from your mind.

Remember the sun that goes down,
rises morning after,
Remember that affection can go
further than affectation,
Remember that richness, tasted, drank,
read or breathed and lightly held,
make up the poetry of life.

Not all that other stuff.
 Jul 2013 thinklef
st64
gifted
 Jul 2013 thinklef
st64
The other day, a house nearly fell on my elbow
Berating the sky for being so impolite
It gifted me this chevalier ...

Wh-what a rad surprise!



S T, 11 july

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gift = gifting = giving ....as they say, never look a .......

:)


sub-entry: 'Ballad Of The Soldier’s Wife' - Caroline Henderson

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the ancient city of prague
From prague came a pair of high heels shoes
With a kiss or 2, came the high heels shoes
From the ancient city of prague

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Oslo over the south
From Oslo came a collar of fur
How pleased her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the south

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam
From Asterdam he got a hat
She look sweet and that and knew that hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Bruxelles and Belgium land
From Bruxelles he sent her laces so rare
So have and to wear,
Oh those laces so rare
From Bruxelles and Belgium land

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Paris, the city of lights
In Paris he got her a silken gown
It ended in town, that silken gown
From Paris, the city of lights

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the south, from Bucharest
From Bucharest, he sent her a shirt
Embroided in purf, that remain in shirt
From the south of Bucharest

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From far of Russian land,
From Russia, there came just a widow’s band
From death to be wed and her widow’s bells
From far of Russian land
From far of Russian land.



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