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 Aug 2015 WNG
Paul Butters
Season of sun and sand and sea,
Holiday time for you and me.
Daylight right ‘til ten o’clock,
Don’t forget to wear sun-block.

Sitting idly reading Keats,
Watching kids with buckets and spades;
Sparrows with their frantic tweets,
Flying high above the glades.

Oh it’s great to be so free,
No more snow or ice for me.
Even mugginess is okay,
So long as it’s warm throughout the day.

Swimming in that so cool pool,
Sure beats sweating back in school.
Summer is my favourite month,
Whoops my rhyme-scheme just went Whoomph!

Nothing rhymes with month you know,
But let’s forget about that snow.
Let’s laze instead on lawn or beach,
And keep a beer within our reach.

Paul Butters
Homage to John Keats.
 Aug 2015 WNG
SøułSurvivør
~~~


one can strive for greatness
in the field of dreams
in medicine or business
in law for what it seems

academic achievement
reqires work and time
one can garner laurels
and be in their prime

but to find true excellence
in poetry as art
it won't be found in dusty tomes
it must be in your

HEART


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/15/2015
Art should never be strained
Either it comes from a place of
meaning for the artist
and invokes emotional impact
or it is just another business
 Aug 2015 WNG
RW Dennen
Our Journey
 Aug 2015 WNG
RW Dennen
Many paths do we take
Many roads in our wake
Many bridges with their tolls

Onward travelers
bless us all
Heroes born to challenge's call

Obstacles vanish within our path
toil not with guiding staff

Wandering travelers throughout our life
we share our stories of good and strife
on roads of signs which way to take
to travel best for all's at stake

Lonely travelers is you and me
we merge at times
on roads
we share
and talk our journeys
of rough and smooth
and find our wisdom
in enlightened mood
 Aug 2015 WNG
RW Dennen
Wood
 Aug 2015 WNG
RW Dennen
There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood

He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back

He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...
Ironically this man of love and peace
who preached peace and
love knew about wood
by his earthly father;
died on wood...
 Aug 2015 WNG
Jay Ash
You are in darkness
and cannot see

How truly beautiful
you can be

and so I did
what I could

to ensure
the light of the good
deep within your heart
endured

You are far
and much beyond

any fair star
in your kindness,
beauty and friendly bond

You have awoken my heart
to the great and beautiful art
of life and love

and as the dove,
angel of peace
I will fly
and deliver
your blue sky
For you Alessandra
 Aug 2015 WNG
Ignatius Hosiana
If only and only nature had cared enough not to place us worlds apart
Without big beautiful blue Oceans lying proudly betwixt
So that each and everyday I had you tight in my embrace as you are in my heart
My thoughts would not wonder and my emotions mixed
If there was no single mile separating two great souls
Would not be contemplating the much to enable us journey that far
If only we could find a way to break all these walls
Or if I was extraterrestrial to rocket to you like a shooting star
Every night to steal your fear and leave you courage
To stitch your wounds and heal even the scars of fate
If only you weren't so near yet so far like a mirage
Then we'd only have the length of eternity to contemplate
If only I was close enough say right across the road
The burden of living would be lighter for we'd share the load
 Aug 2015 WNG
Rainey Birthwright
I do not wish to see how love fades
Like a new moon, once full, sinking
Into the blackened ocean horizons,
I only wish for eyes blind as hopes.

I do not wish to hear how words lie
And promises only lead to sorrows,
How the strings of words string us
Along from daylight into long darks.

I do not wish to speak what I do not
Feel, as rock in abandoned quarries,
I only wish for wings to sail forward,
As ocean birds do, well on their way.
 Aug 2015 WNG
A Creary
Maturity
 Aug 2015 WNG
A Creary
There's a fine line between maturity and child hood
A very visible one at that
But when one refuses to release oneself
From the shackles of their past life
Complications begin to arise.
People believe your hesitance to be laziness
Your lack of knowledge to be stupidity
Your inability to relate to the new trends or fashions as indifference
They still believe your a child when
You know you are so much more.
Sometimes all that can hold a man back is one simple feeling.
 Aug 2015 WNG
Pax
the art of poetry
 Aug 2015 WNG
Pax

To the world,
I share my words.
Expressed in verses
through Rhymes & Rhythm
It bleeds my life
as I unload my burdens.

I thank those who understand,
who cares to read
and relate
to the art of expressing
Yourself.

this is a little thank you note to all my friends who reads my scribbles.
 Aug 2015 WNG
Pax
Seeds
 Aug 2015 WNG
Pax
I planted my seeds
And for three years it’s still a sprout
Struggling in a harsh environment.

Many have flourished
Around it,
mine was left behind
with its slow progress...
This is how I describe myself. How far I've grown as a functional person within  society's & my humanity's needs.

sorry for not being around much, Right now I am on my vacation time back here in the Philippines. So I'll be back in just few more weeks to go of my vacation time left... Be back in September...
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