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 Jan 2014 Buzz
Weasel
Stuck (Senryu)
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Weasel
I sat on ice bench
I got stuck could not get up
Made a rip in pants.

{ Weasel }
This is somewhat true, only my pants didn't rip, lol!
Thank you for reading.
Poem 7
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 Jan 2014 Buzz
Simpleton
A bright pink head scarf reveals my position not allowing a disguise.
Piercing eyes set me alight
as you stare me down,
pinched by curious frowns
surrounded with whispering tensions.
Shame floods my pores and drowns me in accusations,
Lowering my gaze
anger courses through my veins
At the disgusting disgrace
of my kind.
Their moments of inhumanity, striking nations with tragedy and a horror stricken pain to the Muslim name.
Islamaphobia fame has spurted to tame and it cannot be held to blame,
For sick
                      T W I S T E D
individuals have stained and hate filled memories remain.
This is not my Islam!
I dare to mention
My heart along with yours
weeps for the innocence lost,
the heartbroken families left behind and the fearful scarred onlookers who survived.
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Peach
Questions
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Peach
Would you
Allow me
To sip
From your succulent lips
As night
Seductively slides
Against a crimson stained sky?

Would you
Allow me
To trace
The contours of your aching body
As moonlight
Tempting highlights
Your passion filled form?

Would you
Allow me
To teasingly
******
You
Until...
We're both exhausted?

© 2013-2014 Peach
 Jan 2014 Buzz
K Balachandran
A sun, we have
belonging to us alone,
a river of ever flowing
cool waters, our own
where fish from my *****
swim towards her
mossy secret chamber,
a blue sky spreads
all for us, where clouds
of our making
wear colors,
we like  them to adorn.
No make believe
this world is  for us
to be alone with each other,
we carved it
out of nowhere
cut it out like a ribbon
from the map of universe
as we wished.
we are strangers
considering time
in human scale;
but every minute,
each symbolic ritual reiterates,
that we are from too far
where unbound from
the tangles of time and
the elements of a star;
we had known
each other for eons,
light from that far away rays
still shining in our eyes-
alone can speak that secrets, well
she is energy pure--
personified,
Shakti, the female power
eternally seeking Shiva
me,  the male in universe
for the dance of creation.
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Weasel
I need to get gas for my car
'Cause I am almost out of it
I'm nearly on 'E'.

{ Weasel }
This is true. I need to get gas for my car!
Thanks for reading.
Poem 5
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