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 Oct 2015 Ata
Keith Edward Baucum
With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't give to have a cup of her
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips warming my insides
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Love poem.
 Oct 2015 Ata
Kelley A Vinal
dreams
 Oct 2015 Ata
Kelley A Vinal
Oh no, wanderlust!
You have broadened into space -
I can't afford that.
 Oct 2015 Ata
beth fwoah dream
stars weeping their golds,
the tide whispering
in shadowy pools,
accepting our love.
 Sep 2015 Ata
Lucas Richardson
These broken dreams,
they haunt my waking hours.
And yet,
my rest goes unperturbed.
 Sep 2015 Ata
beth fwoah dream
love, blue passions
spiralling into the night.

we carve ourselves out
of emptiness,
drift where the moon
wanders into the night.

there are no dead leaves,
summer lingers in
the trees, splashes
pools of golden moon
onto the floor.

i can hear your heart-beat,
so soft, so beautiful
that the night whispers
sweet songs to the sky.
 Sep 2015 Ata
GaryFairy
born again
 Sep 2015 Ata
GaryFairy
perspective, getting the evidence
setting your goal on new impression
an acceptance of a blessing prevalence
the forever treasure of getting to heaven

objective, setting new precedence
no measuring the feeling of pleasance
an omnipresence, and a gift of reverence
nothing is better than getting new presents
 Sep 2015 Ata
Elisa Maria Argiro
Write lines upon my heart
in pure white light
and I will read them
  
Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion

Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Touch the tender pool
of infinite white light
    
Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion

Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Meet me in the air space
between your thoughts
For this is holy ground
With the greatest humility and gratitude, I wish to dedicate this poem tonight to all of you at HP who have shown such lovely support for this quiet poem, which emerged from my deepest inner awareness.
Above all, gratitude to my Teachers.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 Ata
beth fwoah dream
i loved you the way
i believed summer
would melt,
fell into your arms
the way i could only
ever fall with you.
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