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 Dec 2013 Persephone
Jeremy Bean
I am just
swimming against
the current
of the abyss
Mistakes we make are
lamenting over
past mistakes!
I thought i was drowning
but the moon casts only beams
I thought i was drowning
then realised  it flooded out from me
Clammy creepy freaky fright
virulent vermin scary sight
tell me what is that.

Crawling craving webbing prey
frightens her when eats her whey
saved when pounces cat.

Ominous is its wicked lull
saintly sitting on the wall
mischief within skull.

Meditate in a stupored trance
quickly clinches preying chance
victory's joyous dance.

Brutish brownish bitter brat
worse than hornet bees and gnat
tell me what is that.

**** if you can in one slap
break its sticky ******* trap
hear hands' roaring clap.
We try to be happy all the time
But not dare the untrodden miles
Forget the heart’s rapturous rhymes
End up in wooden smiles!

Someone please give me smile broad and wide
So can be seen all my teeth
Tell me a belly rip where laughter can’t hide
Give me spacious humor’s width!

Tell me a joke wild nonsense and trash
Make all my muscles ache in pain
When the waves of laughter upon me crash
I’ll in happiness go insane!

I haven’t laughed friend it’s quite a while
Want a laugh long left in the past
Bring this weary soul a plateful of smile
Make my lips break away from the rust!

Tell me a story that I roll on the ground
In laughter sparkling clean
For jaws long in wooden smiles bound
That would be the best medicine!
 Dec 2013 Persephone
Md HUDA
I become motionless when I look at your Azure –grave mystical eyes
My love I don’t know how to swim.
I am an Illiterate, love makes me so
You the mystic lady,
Taught me how to deceive this deceitful world without deceiving…
Don’t trust lady, separation is the only solution
When everything fails Death receives the admiration…….
 Dec 2013 Persephone
M
Questions
 Dec 2013 Persephone
M
What is that? The soul?
Something inner? Something burning?
Is it whole?
Are we same? Are we different?
Is it ever-changing, never distant?
The path we walk must surely diverge.
But deep inside us,
always (or never?) converge.
all your poems sound like mine.
But what are poems?
What is time?
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