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 Apr 2015 ashw
g clair
I saw Him first or He saw me
and fear struck lonely in the knee
and I did stumble, but then caught
compose yourself', the guru taught

Still the urge to run and hide
lest someone see what lacks inside
I took six steps and then back three
this war between self-help and me

and he took nine from where he stood
the other way, but that was good
the farther off, the less the chance
that lonely would be asked to dance

Now hidden in the second aisle
my strength returned and I could smile
and feel the heat come to my face
and as I looked, my heart did race

For he too lingered in this aisle
the other end and for a while
perusing through the magazines
should I be wondering what this means?

I tried to think but drew a blank
what to do, then my heart sank
around the corner came his wife
with 4 small children, yes, his life

Of course, you fool, you can't be thinking
everything that tics is winking
stop the nonsense, drop the strife
count your blessings, get a life

Bound by lonely? Just get free
kick it in the other knee
get a dog and take it out
and don't forget, you're kind of stout

Lose the weight and get some style
feeling fat? An extra mile!
take your self-help to the bank
get some money, fill the tank

Bring your fear out for the ride
drop it off the other side
fear found lonely in the brew
Find yourself and lose those two

don't be waiting on the show
'cause when it's meant to be you'll know
Pack a bag and take a few
drive all night to somewhere new

but self-help, where we going to?
time is short, you cannot stew
but why the running, why the haste?
Why, can't you see? Your life's a waste!

trying all this new advice
I'm on the rocks, please hold the ice
i just can't fix these strange new drinks
and I don't care what that one thinks

I took that ride out to the cliff
and if's that's true, then what's the diff?
I've spent a lot of time on these
and burned my eyes right down to peas

And so I opened up the door
and took the books out, from the floor
and THREW them off the cliff that day
dust to dust or come what may!

To the woods, from whens you came
before your words would cause me shame!
before they bound you into books
and scarred your spine with fonts and looks!

you had no say in what was done
but someone gained a pretty sum
and all well meaning, surely so
but in the end, a heavy snow

And spring has come, and all things new
I'll try not to remember you
but hope to God that come the thaw
I'll not be sought out by the law

for dumping is illegal here
and though my conscience, fairly clear
at least I saved another soul
from thinking self-help makes you whole

when life is just one smaller part
of whats to come, what's in the heart
and how you act and what you do
the evidence of what's in you

As human being, we tire and fall
and need the strength of someone tall
but not a man, a loving God
who knows just how our feet are shod.

who wore our shoes and walked behind
who bore the sin of all mankind
and took the beating for the worst
the ones who hated, those who cursed

And asks us just to trust in Him
to wash the stain of human sin
to let Him carry, be the Lord
a Savior we can all afford

Whose perfect Love cast's out the fear
the lonely hearts club band is near
and knows the pain, he's led the herds
he wrote the music and the words

the sheep can't really help themselves
though self-help books have filled my shelves
but when I trusted Jesus Christ
he gave me more, the BEST ADVICE!
 Apr 2015 ashw
g clair
Heaven help the citizen
the worthy to be denizen
of Love inspired by Tennyson
awaken from false hope!
and Heaven help her poetry
sincere insensibility
the height of all futility
to party like the Pope!

Heaven help the serious
who grasp that sweet delirious
the simple yet mysterious
is natures way of speaking
and Heaven help our attitude
to dwell in sleepy gratitude
her longitude and latitude?
a treasure for the seeking!

Heaven help her doggedness
the sluggish **** of fogginess
the rhyme afloat in bogginess
which pulls her reader down.
and Heaven help the man again
who treads the Old Shenanigan
to find a wretched mannequin
a fool in love could drown.

Heaven help us everyone
the world has lost it's sense of fun
depending on the wealthy one
to build amusement features
and Heaven help the child within
the haggard *** to see again
to breathe the life which God has won
and offers to all creatures!
 Apr 2015 ashw
Tasmin Jade
We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
when we weren't screaming,
and constantly dreaming.

We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
when I wasn't crying,
and you weren't lying.

We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
hidden beneath the sheets,
committing moral deceits.

We were state of the art,
you and I,
for the most part,
even when you was my something,
and I was your nothing.
(October 2014)
Something quick I wrote for an open-mic poetry night.
Behind the lines,
On every a face -
A story to be told.

The furrowed brows,
Or bags under eyes -
Tell more than just how old.

Is the make-up there,
For looks alone?
Or to hide scars of past?

Is that smile I saw,
A genuine gesture?
Or to keep emotions cast?

Is that child happy,
Innocent and free?
Or hiding his pain from all?

Where are you headed?
With your focussed stare -
Purposefully striding tall.

Do you long to dance?
With your walking stick -
Do you miss the way it felt?

Are you as kind to her,
As you appear to be?
Do you really make her heart melt?

Who is the main character?
The one it all centres around?
Or are we all meant to be,
Just members of a crowd?
 Oct 2014 ashw
Ironatmosphere
I don’t know what has happened to me
I am not the person I became last year
I am not the person I was when I became me
How could I lose myself so fast?
I barely had time to open my eyes
Before I was gone
What happened to the me I had become?
 Oct 2014 ashw
Isha Kumar
Be wary, my dear.
Your world falls apart.
Be wary, my friend,
of your loving heart.

Don't, my dear,
turn hard and cold.
The world is falling,
stand firm and bold.

Don't give up.
Be brave, my dear.
Nobody can hurt you.
Forget that fear.

You are invincible.
Don't fear the dark.
Save the crumbling world
and leave a lasting mark.

Be wary, my dear.
Your world falls apart.
Be wary, my friend,
of your brave heart.

Don't be frightened
If you watch the world fall.
Be wary, my dear,
and yet, stand tall.
 Oct 2014 ashw
Charu Dwivedi
A DREAM
 Oct 2014 ashw
Charu Dwivedi
I dreamt a wonderful dream last night,
of falcons flying above me.
Their wings were huge,
and trapped in them
were feathers that gave wishes for free.
The falcons said:
"Do not pretend, let not the wishes go in vain."
I took the feather,
and closed my eyes.
I wished to climb a mountain.
On top I'd go,
and down I'd see,
what's lost of the world,
and of me.
On top,
I'd see the birds fly by
and kiss the stars at night.
Or perhaps wake up
to touch the clouds,
and again look down with a sigh,
at the boundaries that surround the world,
and oh the hatred that I'd see!

I opened my eyes and blew the feather,
with a gush of wind it flew.
up in the sky it went,
as if to touch a mountain the falcons knew.

I woke up this morning,
with a sigh again.
The dream I had was lost.
If only falcons flew above me,
and feathers granted wishes for free,
I'd surely climb a mountain top to find out,
what's lost of the world,
and of me.
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