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 Jul 2010 Anine
D Koroma
With this pen I break down walls
With this pen I hear His calls
With this pen I then release
Fantasies of World Peace…

Will they always be a dream?
Probably to those who seem
To advocate our human flaws
And never take the time to pause

To think about this coming Age
Or think about this learning stage
Where Humanity is seen as One
If Humanity would see what’s done

And so I write to free my mind
A deeper Truth is left to find
A mental war, with this as my mission
A weapon that needs no ammunition…

… with this pen
© D. A. Koroma, July 12, 2010
 Jul 2010 Anine
Glynis Anne
The sand is draining
Each grain hits with a tick
Like the steady beating of a clock
Tick Tick Tick
The noise is taunting
Its impossible to stop
The beating carries on
Tick Tick Tick
No one else can hear it
A burden for my ears only
Its a secret
I want to tell
Tick Tick Tick
A burden
I feel like I'm suffocating
The secret is my end
My hourglass cant last forever
Tick Tick...
The last grain falls
 Jun 2010 Anine
Oscar Wilde
The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love:  it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,—
It shall be, I said, for eternity
‘Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done;
Love’s web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,—
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the ******* of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,—you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
 Jun 2010 Anine
Paul Celano
Standing chilled
Head down, surrounded by sound
Lights embracing the human body
Keeping it nurtured and warm
Head up, eyes stare forward
Everyone in an avalanche of dance
A raging community of movement
Yet you, the outsider stay glued to the ground
You’re asked to dance
By the coolest collective cat on the dynamic delicious dance floor
You know this person
They go by “Soul”
Why so shy?
If Soul can cut a rug, you can be the fabric
If Soul can bust loose, then you can also untighten
If Soul can dance the night away, don’t you dear go to sleep
Tonight is a special night
The dancing is not for singles
But for doubles
Don’t be afraid, dance with Soul

Dancing with Soul, you can feel it

Dramatic drums beating in your head
Soft iced guitar strings flicking your arms
Overpowered synthesized voice escaping your mouth
Your body a liquid rhythm of a harmonic ocean
You and Soul are one
This is no one else’s Soul
This is YOUR Soul
©2008 Paul Celano
 Jun 2010 Anine
Paul Celano
Sparkled ice cream houses
Sugared in reds and greens
Smoke of cotton candy
Windows of jelly beans

Grass made of lime candy
In dirt of chocolate flakes
Berry gummy flowers
With petals made of cakes

Sky of blueberry juice
Shredded coconut rain
Jelly filled flying birds
With a custard filled plane

Streets a sheet of licorice
With frosted center lines
Marshmallow vehicles  
Speed and shoot out sweet wine

People of ginger bread
Wave hands of cold dough
They pucker cherry lips
Sweet powder kisses blow

Sweet delicious world
Young new tastes, not old
Packed together as one
In a sphere sucker globe
©2010 Paul Celano
"Strange, I don't like sweets that much"
 Jun 2010 Anine
Kayleigh Redwine
Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 23rd, 2010
Written as a Haiku sequence.
If there was another way to say it;
An easy way for you to understand...
I would not be pouring out these words
In an attempt to paint a picture.
I wouldn't be desperate to bottle
My emotions and thoughts
Into these stained glass letters,
With the tin syntax lid.
Poking holes through the top
Of my head,
So you could see.
Firefly ideas.

I am a photographer of hearts and minds.
The blood red room holds
My negatives.
How can I make them easier for you to see?
The composition so sweet,
The lighting so contrasted with
The shadows hiding the everyday.

What I really want you to do is stop reading.
Go look into the eyes of a lover.
Go hold a child's hand while they sing.
Listen to the wind change.
Feel the pulse of a city.
Cry with old wrinkled skin
For youth and life, and hope.

That is what my poem means.
It is a pulsing picture
Held captive in rhetoric.
 Jun 2010 Anine
PK Wakefield
and even then.
when: ruby sand
rubs youths notions
from thy soft aperture.
still i knee bend
to thy: lady so haloed
in my lashes.
ever always you are mine.
                                           and
                                       so
                                    to
                       ­          am
                                i
                      yours
­         gentle
stem
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