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 Apr 2016
South-by-Southwest
There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances

Even the sky turned black as it flew by
Then all of the clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane

Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow's kaw kaw , was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
was the wail of the missing violin's words

Under moonlight , by shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears for sight
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
to the life missing after all of these years .

One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had now finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
and there was never again another sound

And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow

Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life's gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
and happiness returned to all once more

Now all had forgotten about the violin
But sometimes if you listen to the midnight's wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
for all it's sins had now long been forgiven
 Apr 2016
Babu kandula
One should know how to understand

His own senses

The nature around him

They always try to communicate

We with ignorance not able to interpret.

Oh boy one day you will get it
 Apr 2016
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II
I will always choose
to break my own heart
than to break others'

I will always put
other people's happiness
before mine

It will always be okay
for my knees to be bruised
for my hands to be scarred
for my mind to be clouded
for my soul to be crushed
just to save others

And that's the sad thing

I've already established
that I come **second
 Apr 2016
Laurent
That happens in secret
With the halo of the unknown,
Often as a shadow of its hide,
Sometimes a desperate fumbling,
At other times calculating
and deliberate,
But not to live,
Just to be alive,
For a while,
Before to die,
And reborn stronger
Than pride.
 Apr 2016
Polar
In a time of deep uncertainty

with my NuBlaccsoUl in ruins.

The kingfisher Ja bade me follow Creepstar

To the mystical place

In search of grace,

beyond sheer Pradip mountains

Where the clear crisp ink of fountain flows.

Here the saints of Ignatius

stop to quench their thirst.

The journey held danger

when I came upon a stranger

I became enchanted by the spells

of a mischievic Pixievic.

Spell bound I watched entranced

  the sheer dexterity of the Busbar dancer

Whereupon My poor dark soul

fell deep in a hole.

I was taken through the worst by Steven Langhorst

To arrive safely at the hallowed grounds of Newvango

Where now I see

the Paradise in me.
There are 11 excellent HP poets within this verse I hope you and they like it.
 Apr 2016
WendyStarry Eyes
I praise The Lord
For the suffering
That I have been through
It has opened my consciousness
cleared my vision
To see the beauty
Of this world
I never knew
Fear of life & future death has died
True courage is always by my side
I sit here by the lake
It is a windy day
Absorbing peace
Listening to waves beating the rocks
Hearing blissfulness
In the sounds of the blackbirds squawks
My mind can scarcely go back
To those days in the past
When I never knew of such peace
Sitting watching blackbirds
Omnivorous nesting in the trees
Again I must thank
The Father for all
The strife that I have been through
That has led me to this joyous point
I pray others reach too
 Apr 2016
Babu kandula
Millions, trillions
And more and more
None of our finger prints are same
None of our retinas are same
Why do we limited to a group
All of our bloods are Red
And every heart has four chambers (arteries and ventricles)
Common oxygen to breathe
Why we are bounded to one group
Everyone has birth from womb of a mother
Every heart pumps the blood
But
Why we are confined to one group

We are humans
This was the only group
We had with us

Unity in diversity is what we want

It should not be limited only for sayings
We should follow this
Unity in diversity
We can say it
But by heart how many can
Really feel it
Why this difference
Everyone has blood
Can inhale oxygen
And exhale carbon dioxide
Why this difference
We are all equal
No matter what is our status
 Apr 2016
Aztec Warrior
Dancing**

She wrote 10 words:
“I fell in love with you
dancing to your poetry.”

I replied in 10 words:
“Dancing with you in poetry
your words capture my heart.”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.2.16
thanks for reading. the music link is to a Leonard Cohen poem/song called "Dance Me To The End Of Love"
https://youtu.be/AqpOFQvMM1A
 Apr 2016
Olivia Kent
You know what?
I don't care if I never indulge in closeness again.
*** is messy.
Love is complex.

I dwell in a room that I leave now and then.
To go to work when the need arises.
Another day.
Overflowing surprises.
Not cause I'm crazy.
I'm in love with myself.
My very being.
I can count upon me.

I don't argue back.
I have the knack of that.
I'm good at being alone.
No one to whinge at.
Nobody to moan.

The telephone rings from time to time.
Usually someone telling me that they're interested in arranging a pay out for the accident that I had many moons ago.
I say "what when was that then, you seem sure that you know".
After this I hold the phone away from my ear, and on they drone.
I can sense the pennies that tick.
As they're flowing  away down the phone line.
Do they really think, I'm that thick.
I guess, they've all got earn a crust.
(C) LIVVI
 Apr 2016
Beebz The Queen
you made me promises you didn't plan to keep
you lied to me even when the truth was easy
you took things from me you didn't really need
you hurt me like you've done it a thousand times
you stole my heart without a second glance
you broke me like I meant nothing to you
you won me over  when I didn't believe in love
you are a liar, a cheater, a thief, and you are the love of my life
 Apr 2016
jerely
I grew up with words
of how each letters symbolizing things
that we still figuring it out
Words of love
Words of life
Words of dynamic history
& even simile to metaphor
Rhyming words exist
to a simple hello
we can keep up
some conversation.
Of unspoken words
were scattered all around
but never let it out
Just keep 'em
don't mean them.
Lies layed to you
what else can we do?
Curiousity wouldn't mind to **** the cat
of something rat
that's happening
already battling
each tears shed from deep fears
tried to fight the flight
So I must say something
For people to see what's there
that you can't hardly understand
Try to open your eyes
don't be blind by something
that's already been deceiving.
Jerelii
04.02.16
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