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 Jan 2017 Cara May
Max Vale
What if something was wrong,
But we thought it was right?
What if we knew it wrong all along?
But we did it in spite?
Right or Wrong, your choice
 Jan 2017 Cara May
Max Vale
What is poetry?
Some people may ask.
Is it just basic literacy?
Or is it an art?

And I say:

Poems are places where we express our feelings,
And turn our emotions into words.
As we make those words appealing,
We create a different world.
I don't think anyone's wrote a poem about poems so yeah here goes.
 Dec 2016 Cara May
elizabeth
Hearing words of kindness
From a stranger, a new friend,
(Or anyone for that matter)
Is a rarity these days.
I only bring pain
And disappointment,
Or at least, it seems that way.
But to hear sweet, beautiful words
From a newfound friend
It makes my heart flutter
And fills my somber mind
With joyful, blissful thoughts.
December 23, 2016.
To my newfound friend. May your days be as lovely as your words and writings.
 Dec 2016 Cara May
Graff1980
You need the poetry
Of a pre-painted reality
To infected you with the disease
Called empathy
To get sick with humanity
Knowing there is no cure
And only the vaccine
Of apathy and greed
Could set you free
from that well released
Read as you please
Better believe what you see
Make us better human beings
Not nearly contagious enough
Outbreak of real love
 Dec 2016 Cara May
Max Vale
A singer once said to me,
You can't do this!
A footballer once said to me,
Dude, you shouldn't do this.
A businessman once said to me,
Seriously sir, You can't do this.
An old man once said to me,
**Yes! Go on! You can do this!
When i asked people if i could be famous, Everyone laughed at me,
Except the old man its because of him,
I write these poems.
 Dec 2016 Cara May
Max Vale
The wind is a living creature,
Just like you or me,
It has and obeys no leader,
And the wind will always be free.
~
The wind is a spirit that can't be broken,
Its an eternal soul.
It will travel the world for centuries to come,
And  carry Santa and his reindeer, back to the north pole.
~
The wind has a mind of its own,
It likes to play tricks and pranks.
The wind fears no foe,
As it travels the world alone.
~
The wind is not an invincible force,
It tires and aches too.
At the end of the day the wind sleeps,
On the horizon blue
~
The wind will always be there,
Blowing and Puffing.
You'll never be alone,
The wind will always be ready to play.
This is it, the wind's full story.
 Dec 2016 Cara May
Aaron Combs
My beloved, tonight it is more than perfect, the zephyr winds sing so
sweetly your name and the crystal stars shine like your earrings.
As the White Mountains glint gracefully, and the wind speaks
over our fingers, upon our balcony, let’s dance, my beloved.

Now over the thousand streams and star crystals in the air,
You can see our prayers fill up the milky rivers in the sky.
Below the lights of Christmas, before the blue rivers of stars,
let’s dance like the shadows and the circles of the moonlight.

Now dreams rise over like the wind and shine so easily
But time falls quickly, and worries fall away so slowly.
So let the rage of your fears dance around and under your legs.
For the world is falling asleep, calling for the colors of their dreams.

So let the tresses of your hair fall freely,
And the wind of your perfume
Soak up the flames of your heart.
Spinning like the starlight, tasting every feeling,
Let the steel blue sky and its stars fall all around you.

Dance wildly, my beloved, let's dance like the songbird who sings,
let’s dance forever, until we wash into the skyline of our dreams.
A Daily Poem
 Dec 2016 Cara May
Max Vale
There was once a ghost,
Who was once a human ,happy and free.
Now he's dead and can do no more,
He wanders the streets alone.

His old house is left in ruins,
His old street is dead.
The ghost is confused,
Doesn't anyone care?

The old ghost its weary,
As he steps into the big city.
He sees streets full of cars,
And lively restaurants and  jolly bars.

The old ghost is happy,
That the people have moved on,
And have developed this loving city,
He let out a big yawn.

The old ghost satisfied returned to his grave,
And let his soul be with his body again.
The old ghost finally let go,
And got ready to go to heaven and say hello.
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