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 Sep 15 odessa
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Sep 15 odessa
Nico Julleza
Dark linings
Underneath her eyes
Blond swept my shoulders,
A dust of silver moon
And I'm eager to spy.
Laughs like circus clowns
Our kindest ways.
Letters on pockets show
Lips delivered
Words you ought to know.
Hands on holding
We left the plan to sleep.
Took it to highway bridge
And chased to a steep.
It didn't rain, it didn't snow
Eve is perfect,
The same city cars would go.
Post lights faded
Scents of clover-lime
River loops a symphony,
A midnight's crime.
Pretty lady
Your whispers never lie,
The beauty of legit art
Displays of stars up the sky.
The city sets to slumber
You and I would hide.
A placed we remember:
In misty rocks,
crafted trees overflow,
Together in wonder
Till both eyes are closed.
Two spirits embodied
Dance's a night-light show.
#Love #Nocturne #Endless #Forever #Inspired

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 Sep 15 odessa
Nico Julleza
Sitting at the balcony, a sunset to her face
a scent of chamomile, an elated memory rephrases
frolicking aster's in autumn color graced
the imbue of old feelings, her craft of curtain lace

Spinning a rustic harmony, the rustle of leaves
dips a chocolate pudding, her smile swept by me
a dessert like sky, the billow swirls in place
our grandkids tag-along to the hounds that chase

An old love song, a diary of stories we made
halcyon, even her face freckles and her hair is gray
she gave me fields that kisses spring and fall
our magic remains forever, even our time is called
#Love #Relatioship #Song

It Took me many months to finish this poem, to get the inspiration. I'm Glad its finally done.. Enjoy my love story poets.

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 Sep 15 odessa
Nico Julleza
As long...
               as the rainbows reach
    the wayward’s hand
As long...
               as the dawning light
    touches the griefs of men

The burst of hope that trails along
     the shame suffering road
Forgiving the vexations, I sowed
     setting it free and far I go

As long...
              as the page is turning
     my stories tell to this day
As long...
              as the company of love
     can find the heart its way

Above the heavens, below the bend
      hope places to commend
Bringing back the joy to my soul
      together thee as long till the end
#Hope #Rainbows #AsLong #TillTheEnd #Friendship

Good to be back.. My first write for this year.. Hello poets. enjoy my write as it brings you hope and comfort.

Psalms 30:5

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 May 2017 odessa
Ryan Holden
I see the violence,
I hear no laughter,
It's all faith to capture;
I can feel the rapture,
Disaster another chapter,
Darkness within these walls,
a fall,
No more buildings too tall.
Fire choking the young,
It's only just begun.
There's no sun,
We hear a bomb,
Innocent children,
Deprived of fun,

Shrapnel flying everywhere,
Smoky air,
Streets are bare,
It's all despair,
I feel the Animosity,
Knowing I'm dead probably,
We do this to our society,
Because we have religion and rivalry,
Violently, involved yet independently,
You walk so silently,
Scared of your own shadow frightfully,
With your messed up psychiatry,
That’s irony.
Restless Ramblings of a mind, that still doesn't understand why.
Quick succession rhyming used here. Some lyrics are taken from a rap I wrote, in similar context to what is happening in this sad, miserable world.
 May 2017 odessa
Night Meadow
 May 2017 odessa
( Sonnet )*

Under the primrose stars, the lovers
Lie abed, on green, threadbare croft
Of sleeping daisy, clover and moss,
Trails with hushed air, an embroidery
So fine as to stitch blushing heart fall
And wrap the waters full of quietude
In graces, winding, soft, granulating
Time, wings flutter and hum, winsome
Sparks, fire white, flying as little suns
Burst confetti, in sweet encampment,
Of grass and sapling wood, innocents,
Charmed are wholly twining, in moon
Rise a lantern to the winking heavens,
Out of their skins they are climbing.
Re: a poem of mine, finally being chosen as 'The Daily Poem' ( it only took over five years )

First, I'd like to thank all the fine writers and readers on HP for your lovely comments and support.

As an earnest and hopeful poet, who has been here, posting poems nearly since the beginning of 'Hello Poetry'
I'd like to thank the HP - daily poet - algorithm for finally choosing one of the hundreds of poems I've listed here.
Perhaps the ghost in the machine has a heart after all?
 May 2017 odessa
Nico Julleza
Blue kite soaring up high on cotton clouds
gently rolling by, and trees gazing up the sky,
A sound of singing lovers, a harmony so grand,
A song no one can sang.

The air steals a gentle bliss
from where their feet kissing the hazy mist,
A mint of scented moss, that sets the mood,
From gray rocks to pink balloons.

It was never a waste of time to be there too,
But those who only looks upon the moon,
In true heart’s desire, faith requires,
To see what true lovers often do.

Underneath the starry night
deaf ghosts sailing by, meant nothing to harm,
But just to bid goodbye, so tenderly they sigh,
For a moment in one summers night.
#kiss #love #stars #ghosts #summer #night #son #sky

This is my first ever poem Published in HP

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