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 Feb 2015 blythe
Mike Hauser
I'm seriously thinking of making
A mixtape page of all my poems
Taking out my favorite lines
From all of the ones that I've wrote

Putting them all together
Down onto one page
Then label it quite proudly
My poetry mixtape

Sort of like a greatest hits
All of the stuff that I'm proud
Ask a few friends what they'd like in the mix
May take time but I'll figure it out

I'll fill it up with happy stuff
Add a few lines that are sad
Even throw in a bit of humor
So halfway through I'll get a laugh

Then I'll take it with me out to the streets
Along with a portable mic
Read it out loud to the maddening crowds
Perhaps breaking up a few fights

They'll be hugging and kissing in no time
Dancing in line to the rhymes
Passing out copies of my mixtape poetry page
So they too can recite all the lines

Yes, a mixtape page of my poetry
Might be just the thing to do the trick
The more I'm thinking of this idea
The more I'm liking it
 Feb 2015 blythe
Jamie King
Her Aura is the aurora in Crystal skies, when she smiles heaven is alive, within her heart you'll find the sanctuary for love.

My heart would betray me for her and lead me to places where joy rids me of despair.
Consumed completely by love I'm dared by bliss, a stranger I've never met.
My mind a gallery of her beauty,
priceless masterpieces I shall never part with.

Starve me of food and water I can survive, but away from her arms I lose the meaning of life.
I seem to be infatuated with love. Well this one is for... You know who you are. I love you
 Feb 2015 blythe
Dawn King
I look at her mesmerized by the way he painted her
“Woman with a parasol” my favorite Monet
The way she haunts me upon examination of her stare
She is stunning in simplicity, white cloudy wisps
Placed delicately around her face and hair
She is at peace yet delicately aggravated
Her parasol so exquisitely placed
As if it were a shield against all that is wicked
She is so profoundly magnetic
I can remember the exact moment I first saw the painting
How long it took to break the grip of her gaze
In order to study the remainder of the piece
The field grasses painted to suggest a mild breeze
Her small boy standing aside her
But at the most finite spatial distance to
Leave the viewer in constant thought contemplation  
The twists and wrinkles in her dress that promote movement
Each nuance in concert with subtle direction
Back to her captivating esoteric stare
 Feb 2015 blythe
ryn
Bottled
 Feb 2015 blythe
ryn
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•...mouth
wide  op-
en, glis-
tening...
in the li-
ght•aw-
aiting to
swallow
this lone
piece of parch-
ment•on it i've scribbled
all my heart could write•bea-
ring sweet nothings, sure and si-
lent•now... take this scroll•down
your neck... it'll effortlessly slide...
•to the core of your very soul•my
message would  follow your gui-
de•your opening i'd then gladly
seal •so your contents would...
remain guarded • time is now
to set adrift all i feel...•....now
ride the waves through jour-
ney uncharted•let the curr-
ents take you• let the tides
and winds be your friends
• ...  my quiet well wishes
would see you through •
in hopes that you would
be received by my love's
deserving... and...  open



*hands•
 Feb 2015 blythe
Destani McKee
It was us against the world
Now and for forever
You had my back
And I had yours
How could you just throw it away
Like you didn't even care
I thought we had something
I guess I was wrong
You broke me
Then left me to pick up the pieces
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