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 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
Jay Dee
Emerge*
 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
Jay Dee
Sometimes we are mistaken..
Being a poet it comes within..
To trust the words that people utter..
Tired eyes....
Tired ears...
Tired mind.
Still not tiresome of searching for the one to truly call mines.
Perhaps I should be with the one who shares my love for words and perception.
Magma emerges..
She errupts..
At the very thought of finding
She yearns for the eruption that concludes in true.
Or inside..for the better she watches herself emerge out of you.



Jennifer DeAngelo
-Copyrighted 2016
 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
Jay Dee
Lantern
 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
Jay Dee
There was a road of broken glass leading to my paradise
With every step another cut that dripped
It twists and turns up into a mountain
On the way up there were goblins, dragons, rats and snakes
In the dark I'd use my lantern
Yesterday the goblins tried to consume me
After the snake told them where I wander
I was not unprepared
Which led to their despair
Onward I walked with bloddied feet until I had to climb
The rats scurried about*
Swaying across my feet
And that led to their defeat
My hardest battle was still to come
And I was not unprepared
So I walked proudly into the dragons lair
He waited there
And used every last breath
Until there wasn't a single one left

-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyright 2016
#Defeat #Life #Journey #RowYourBoat
 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
deprivedkat
Surviving the day is worthy of merit, but once you can make it to bed, it's a ******* victory!
© October 30, 2016 deprivedkat
golds sink down
the sky strange magics
miraculous the bridges
of leaves under October’s
wintry dusks calm and at rest
russet and purple the
trees yearn for the darks
of a retreating world
each leaf falling forever
each leaf a ghost
of hidden centuries
where the night’s eternal
stars wait, beautiful
in the perfections of the sky.
autumn moods
 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
wordvango
in a
 Nov 2016 A W Bullen
wordvango
wishing I had just gone fishing
instead of drinking
sank a worm in the pond
I didn't so I am thinking
of you

finishing another round
now getting logical again
a song comes into my head
I can't find the name of it
you drown

me on the end of a hook
in the pond and mesquite
swirling river of Tequila
like a cricket
in a bream's mouth

hungry on the bottom
of the creek
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