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Jul 2016 cgembry

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My coat is black
like the nights
I have long forgotten.

I left heaven
for the taverns.

I did my readings before daybreak
when the moon was far aloft,
but the nights got longer.

I kept putting things off
hoping I would discover a star
I knew was there.

Now I saw logs
and leave the leaves
where they fall.

Jul 2016 cgembry

THE OLD MAN

Jul 2016 cgembry

Keith Wilson

THE OLD MAN

And  when  his  usefulness  had  gone.
They  just  cast  him  aside.
And  on  the  final  downhill.
He  began  to  slide.

Rejected  after  all  his  work.
Visions  now  all  gone.
He  knew  full  well  his  time  was  near.
He  knew  he  had  not  long.

As  an  old  man  disillusioned.
And  weary  from  his  fight.
He  spent  in  sad  remembrance.
His  final  lonely  night.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Jul 2016 cgembry

Nail's Head

Jul 2016 cgembry

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Nail's Head

everyday you pick up the hammer
you hit on the head of the nail
words surround you madly clamor
you can't make head or tail.

rarely the nail penetrates the wall
oftener it breaks by the blow
all that's hidden inside the skull
more refuse than pour out to flow.

you drive the nail's head with your might
wishing it goes all the way
miss in the wrath to hit it right
fail in what you badly need to say.

the hammer gets blunt slows your hand
you are saddened no progress is made
on the next day the same place you stand
looking at the twisted nail's head.

Jul 2016 cgembry

55 Lost Road

Jul 2016 cgembry

Pradip Chattopadhyay

55 Lost Road

I go back to that place

Through the green door
Enter the red brick house

Mikhu is still the little fairy
My eyes look for
And still my shyness
Forces me to look away
In her mother's presence

In the faraway attic
She furtively cooks me a meal
We make love
That brush our skin faintly

When I come out
She stands at the green door

Then upon the here
She is no more

55 my first address from memory, wonder if sowed the first seed of romance.

Jul 2016 cgembry

Las Vegas

Jul 2016 cgembry

Karina Norris-Veirs

Las Vegas

Oh my where has the time gone
I swear I'm not trying to race the sun home
Was I not just saying hello to night
Enjoying the sweet taste of life
The music reverberating through my bones
Sweet smell of sweat and drinks
Intoxication running rampant
Lips tasting of tequila, ***, and whiskey
Then suddenly I step outside
Face the east and shade my eyes
The city's lights fading away
Giving homage to the new day
Quickly! Quickly! Get me home!
I must not be awake for the coming dawn
But alas I am
What can I say
This one's too sweet
Tasting like night in the day

While on vacation in Vegas I raced the sun home three different mornings. Oops. Haha!
#whathappensinvegasstaysinvegas #mysecretstokeep