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We lay facing each other,
His bloodshot blue eyes watching mine.
I think neither of us wanted to be alone,
Neither of us wanted to be cold.
Neither of us said anything.
There was no movement except that of our beating hearts,
And that was enough to remind us that someone else is alive,
Until his hand finds mine,
And it’s almost better than what the both of us lost.
I think I fell in love to that Gorillaz song you played me
Hark, hear me shout.
I'm calling and gasping
My voice rasping.
I'm screaming inside.
I'm wailing without.
Lost and all lonely.
Dear God hear my shout.
I look at my shoes.
There's a hole in the soul.
Bit like my heart,
All full up with hole.
Poor soul.
Poor shoes.
Black velvetish
Feeling quite blue.
Could I love you?
I like to cuddle and touch.
Almost as much as you do.
I'm so very lonesome.
I sense you are too.
(c) Livvi
february and the roses have
finally stopped flowering

above stormy clouds
the moon scatters like a ghost

i dream of you, of you...

and the night glides peacefully
to rest while i sigh and wait.
 Mar 2015 asoke kumar mitra
Pax
promise! This will be the last...
but then how many times did you say it?
asked yourself, is moderation in your jurisdiction? 

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/293509/single-doses/
The English teacher told me,
"that proper poetry just had to rhyme."
"I had to tell her vehemently,
that I thought she was going out of her mind."
Poetry,  is a special heart felt thing.
It does not need to rhyme.
Unless it is a sonnet.
About a cute pink bonnet.
Or something similar.
I told her," that poetry came about from a free flow of ideas and rhythms"
That nobody knows from where it springs, as a trickling stream of words become an ocean of ideas.
Where eating leads to innovation and titles.
How many things can you find to write about chips and beans?
Watching television an inspiration in itself.
Just one word in conversation, may create a spark that could grow into a dinosaur or more.
So, Mrs Meacher,
English teacher,
Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Rhyming helps from time to time,
(C) LIVVI
Tall tree in front the eyes of the witness.
Knots appear as elephants knees.
Base of tree seems like elephant feet.
Living wood.
Immobile.
Farther up the tree appears a pair of perfect *******.
Insensitive to sensation.
Cold and hard.
Still beautiful.
Not a leaf in sight.
This tree could persuade her witness that she were made of solid stone
If the witness didn't know better.
(C) LIVVI
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