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 Jul 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~
 Jun 2015
Debbie Jean Embrey
What happens when we waken to a world of wealth
We only desire to be that much more wealthy

What happens when we waken to a world of crime
We only expect the worst around the next corner

What happens when we waken to a world of pain
We hurt inside and out and the pain is unbearable


but...

What would happen if we waken to a world of peace
We would be shocked, and wonder how long it will last
written on June 16, 2015
at 1:07 p.m.
 Jun 2015
epictails
A hero wears a cape
To hide the scars and hand marks in his nape
Keeps them hidden so he can fly and escape
Ugh ******* responsibilities eat up my writing time. I just feel like crawling in a cave and forget what I need to ******* do. I am seriously annoyed this past couple of days because of the pressure of doing what I should. ***** that
 May 2015
Traveler
We embrace our flaws
Emotional lesions scar
We confess vaguely
Truths of who we are

An eye watches from deep within
Every thought and curse we send
The mask we choose for each occasion
The thought of witness breeds mutation

The carefree dies
And we become
One with source
When we're done...
Traveler Tim
Re To 06-17
Give us this day
enchantment
fantasy
visions of mountains
towering
compelling
symbol of strength
believing
forever seeing
childlike
innocence
mixed with truth

Debbie Brooks 2014
 May 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~~
When the wooden door leads a little,
To a force is put
In the erst of the body fleece wells,  
Sweet sweating as the dew is deposited

The clamor of the known birds,
Uttering,
Be filled,
North wind changes direction,
Comes through my southern window

When harmonic air,
Passed over the yellow paddy fields,
Farmers perches hope's aroma
Into the hearts  

At the mid of the noon,
Cowboys keep exhaustion on flute
Swelling of the new message,
Leaves
Flowers
Fruits

After a Long waiting,
Pied crested Cuckoo singing
Mating songs
The peacock repeatedly whispering peahen

My beloved,
Your one "April" desires
bought us,
Cuddly child as the light purple rose

And they say you
Sing your song of arrival
O' April O' come!
Once Again!

Show Your Cyclone form
Engross your soul
Bring the rain,
Chill the Nature
Add to birth New Child for the unscathed time
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 May 2015
Mark Steigerwald
EYES IN THE WOODS

Eyes eyes
eyes in the woods,
eyes eyes
under dark green hoods.

Eyes in the dark
eyes in the light,
eyes shining dim
eyes shining bright.

Eyes filled with fear
eyes coming near
Eyes like twinkling devious
burning flames,
Eyes eyes eyes
they are never the same.

Eyes say yes
eyes say no,
eyes are the portals
from where all imagination flows

Eyes eyes
eyes in the woods
eyes eyes
eyes under dark green hoods.
 May 2015
Traveler
Lust is the wind in my sails
Tossed on the waves of her salty sea
I’d bring her about and cast my sights homeward
But I’m overtaken by the appetite she strikes in me

When she casts her attention
I’m caught in her net
She shares her provisions
Well beyond sunset

To be lost on her seas
Or cast away on
Her island of pleasures
I’d hope to stay long

Deep is her depths
I partake in her treasure
When I get to her floor
I'll implode under pressure

Yet still my lust
Burns on her surface
Her touch feeds the fire
Her depth gives me purpose
 Apr 2015
RMBDUBS
Claw
at the problem
till it’s so big
You can crawl inside.
 Apr 2015
Debbie Jean Embrey
Saturdays are savored from the warmth of our hearts
Always lit with sunshine even during the storm
They bring delight - sweet smiles from the children
Understood as a time to bring togetherness
Racing onward with our hopes, our dreams, our lives
Delightful hours in picnics, in worship, or at the park
Ageless moments with unnumbered hugs and kisses
Yesterday is gone, but Saturdays ..
Saturdays are to be treasured
 Apr 2015
Debbie Jean Embrey
the wind
whispers
through the
willows
willingly
 Mar 2015
Debbie Jean Embrey
I suddenly feel as if
I've never written before
but I sit down to write
words on paper
and they just flow
they're like running water
and just spill out
and pour upon mankind
and upon the tiny lines
that stretch across the page

I don't even know how
it happens but look
it's amazing
fascinating
love, romance,
dark, horror
intensity, pain
heartfelt, needful
oh my gosh
the words are flowing
like an outburst
from the clouds above
a sudden shower
out of nowhere

exploring poetry...
wow
how exciting!
written in 2 1/2 minutes flat
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