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I'm tilted and insist that you know I am grateful now here we
are-
an alliance. Let's see ourselves onwards, be borne by our
fondness-in accord, be our love for the colloquy.

Spry, exuberant. We are free spirits draining oceans of ink, bathing in rivers of lies to find the truth while saturated by pride.
We are propelled to propinquity, as we seek for a better prospect while drowning in propensity.

Our hearts bleed onto the paper,
wanting more love of passion
to spill out endlessly,
so others can relate
to share this burning fire
Deep within our souls.
we seek endlessly for acceptance and relatability,
with someone who we can feel
safe to share these wonderful feelings,
feelings of want from our vulnerable hearts.

In sharing our vulnerable hearts,
I becomes We
the divine flame burns brightly, guiding lonely souls
to meet heart to heart on this happy road of destiny
a stream of gratitude flows from our bloods, and we discover that we write to connect
to the divine source that empties us and fills us.
Stanza
1 Gwyn
http://hellopoetry.com/gwyn/
2 Jamie king
3 Cat aka catbrd http://hellopoetry.com/cathy-s/
4 Silas
http://hellopoetry.com/Silas/
One poem four Poets. please comment and repost get it out there this one is for lovers of poetry. What do we have if not passion?
Standing still
Crushed rampaged
  metals collide the face
  splashed with guts of the
      masses Massacras being
            routines in all routes the
                   scenes are blinding
                        as light flashes
                     before the eyes
                  like angry skies
                in  darker nights

           The day is reborn
      the face wiped with
  cloths of sorrow black
bags already gone but
  not forgotten, pardoned
     only when the bones have
           cracked and the body
           can no longer stand the
             pain, with holes deep
             enough to be filled
                    by the rain.
So there I was walking on the road and I'm thinking what does it feel like for people to step on you and walk all over you at every turn in your life.. and so I wrote this poem
The silk of nature the gentle hands of  
   a loving mother placidly rubbing
                      swollen feet

The crystal of murmaids shimmering
   ashore mirroring the rainbows as
     though a priceless gold infused
             with diamonds of God

I'm lost in bliss gazing at the beauty
        of this magnificent field of
                     transparency
I just came from the beach and while relaxing in the sand I came to appreciate those who I take for granted and realised how much they make me happy
 Jan 2015 Cecelia Francis
ryn
Bulb
 Jan 2015 Cecelia Francis
ryn
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\       |       /

\               •think my               /
pen's almost dry•it's get-
ting oh so hard•ideas seem to just
\   fly on by•i'm unable to deal any more   /
cards•bottom of the barrel•i seem to be
scraping•trapped in a long, dark tunnel•
coherence eluding...the words that need
inking•i need a simple little trick...•to
soothe this perpetual itch•need my
/        bulb come on really quick•hope-        \
fully as soon as I flick on
/               the...switch•               \
|   ooooooooooo   |
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•••••••••
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 Jan 2015 Cecelia Francis
Lottie
The desire to live as one pleases
Is not based around staying in line
Nor is it established through
Objecting to all rules you are set.

Conforming can lead you to happiness
As easily as breaking the rules
What fails to be noticed are choices
That let you decide how to live
 Jan 2015 Cecelia Francis
Lottie
WHY DO PEOPLE NOTICE,
ONLY WHEN ITS YELLED?
IT DOES YOUR WORDS NO JUSTICE
AND RUINS THE MEANING HELD.
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