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This morning drifts
upon scattered leaves
as tiny raindrops
fall the eaves
from clouded form
in shades of gray
when sunlight hides
its shine away

The flowers droop
of garden share
neath willow branch
and dampened air
with spider webs
in woven strand
mosaics draped
across the land

And sparrows lie
in huddled rest
on folded wing
within their nest
A dreary day
of tempered mist
when colors found
are darkly kissed

Yet as I gaze
into your eyes
my thoughts begin
with azure skies,
sweet buttercups
of golden glow
in meadows green
their petals flow

Of butterflies
and bumblebees
like rainbows float
through emerald trees
For every beauty
there might be
I find them when
you smile at me

So bring the rain
and gloomy faire
For in my heart
I shall not care
As all my days
begin with you
and there is not
*a better hue
Good morning beautiful
People ask me, so here it is
I create this stuff here
live, right here, on Hello Poetry
that's why, is has, mist spellings and stuff
now I feel like a wizard
dipping my toe into all your worlds
but this is not your world it's mine
an I keep it so
if my colours spill out
well that your own problem
wipe them up, smer them over with white
and go on write over the top
I always do
and that's what make me me
I have alway's said.
and all the things that I tell you
are no wear from here
well more like, in my world.


Hope this help's.
P@ul.
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I wished upon a paper moon
and fell among the stars
Was whisked away to somewhere good
a place just where you are

Along a winding riverbed
below a willow tree
With fireflies to light the way,
a path for you and me

We laughed as if the world were new
amazed within this scene
Of lily pads and dragonflies
the two of us did dream

Holding hands and skipping stones
the ripples came to shore
Magically they disappeared
as we called out for more

Reflections on the water played
in wavering design
You pointed to the middle
when a heart shape you did find

And then you whispered in my ear
my wish had now come true
Out here beneath this paper moon
*in love, just me and you
Good night beautiful
on days like this
long and not really
profitable

i detour down to the
sea....before i go home

and sit fully clothed
on the sand
looking at the last rays
of the faltering sun

and wait for the sound
of the tide
and the smell of the salted
breeze
take the frustations of
the day away....

i throw pebbles into
the waves
naming the problems
they represent, in my head
give them over to the power
of the waves and sand.

and then when i am
sound of mind
and refreshed in spirit

i journey on home
with a smile on my face
and the smell of the sea
lingering in my hair.
The white sands of Mozambique
We should go there - you and I
It doesn't have the answers that I seek
But maybe just enough to get me by

The red dunes of the Namib
Reflecting orange and yellow too
It's more lovely that you would believe
Let's be sure not to leave too soon

Here in the Moroccan city streets
They're offering me a minty tea
It goes well with sweet and toasty treats
We should stay here for a few weeks

In a while, we'll trek to Malawi
Kayak on a lake or open sea
See what animals wait over by the trees
This has been a trip that surely can't be beat
while i'm excessively giving
but you remain standing
so i'm slowly fading*

©IGMS
All feelings don't last
i loved her at first sight
if you ask how
the answer is all white
not one point till now.

was i too fool a guy
did i make haste
right now can't tell you why
that boy knows the best.

that boy who held his gaze
right on her face
read there in his daze
written happiness.

if you ever find him out
you may ask him how
he loved the girl at first sight
and loving her till now.
dedicated to the girl for being with that boy for 31 years, this day.
Once you give yourself to me.
There is no way that you are free.
Mine are eyes that see my prey.
Welcome night, and grieve the day.

I've loved before,
I'll love you more
Than anyone who let you go.

Don't move, don't blink,
Don't cry, don't think -
You can let your free will go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.

Things are going to change for you.
There is nothing you can do.
There is nothing you can say.
You can never get away.

Don't be afraid.
You're in my shade.
I'm never gonna let you go.

You're mine tonight,
And all the nights -
I'm never gonna let you go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.

It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.

It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.
(Precious)
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again

I've loved before,
I'll love you more
Than anyone who let you go.

Don't be afraid.
You're in my shade.
I'm never gonna let you go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.
I have been working on this song a few weeks. I just finished it.
Yes, I know it is very, very dark but don't anybody get your knickers in a budge. It's not a love story. It is not real. If you understand certain references, don't get freaked. The title came to me. It had some alliteration that I thought sounded good, so I built it around a soft techno-club beat that would have been heard in dance-a-terias in the early 1990's. I, of course, retain all ownership and rights to all my work. Please do not use it to buy, sell, trade or for fundraising for this or any other sight.
stones, sticks,
and the lick of a whip
were her daily penance

imagined, wrongs
but the pain and scars
real and never healing

the door was always
left unlocked, freedom
just steps away

but courage,
is a hard needle
to find in a haystack
made of barbed-wire

courage is a hard needle
to find,
and to pass through it's eye
is to walk through fire

is today  the day...
that fear succumbs
to desire?

is today, the day
when the scent of jubilation
overcomes the ground-in,
ground down sense of hesitation?

for those who watch
and not so secretly know
for those who wait
with baited breath
for blood to flow
for those whose hands are tied

they,can only hope so...
i write this for those, who know of some one trapped in domestic violence....those who help women see a pathway out of the closed cycle...but know that the decision to walk away has to be that of the abused....and watch and wait with hope of freedom....and a fresh start....but sometimes see the fate of those who are unable to flee
this piece is written from experience as amember of a domestic violence support group....whilst i myself have not been in this situation...i have seen many who have...
and it saddens me...
that the incidence of fatal domestic violence
continues to rise
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