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Each time we depart
is one other breath,
deprived of my gasping lungs.

Each hello
is one other beat
that my heart won't make
on a coming day.

You are my pleasant parasite.
You drain me sweetly.
 Jun 2015
Walter W Hoelbling
treading carefully
uncertain of whether
   the unfamiliar ground would bear
   its new burden
the first steps
soon turned
into a dance & tumble
   of happiness & love
   & letting go
celebrating the wonder
   of a newfound world

further explorations
brought some tough encounters
   with the Other
after a while     though
it could not be denied
that this was more
than just a fantasy
   or momentary wish fulfilment

it was real

ever since
the joy of coming home
has mingled with
   the awe of new discoveries
and the pure happiness
of feeling
this new world
expand into the future
of our lives

* *
 Jun 2015
Dhaye Margaux
God is a great teacher and we are His students
He prepares examinations for us
Which He knows according to the level of our strengths
He even knows we will pass His tests
Just a random thought for tonight.
 Jun 2015
chimaera
Gritty paths,
escorting
whispering creeks;

stirred orchards,
laying a blossom
in aniseed breath;

a house in ruins.
Home.
Hardly.
26.4.2015
"Villageoise" - intended to mean a composition having a village as a theme...
 Jun 2015
chimaera
Take her sidereal night,
its darkness
and the shimmer in it.

Draw a co-secant,
a beam,
in your full-light trace.

The script is embedded,
it runs on its own:
see?

A pulse,
myriads of whirling suns,
a blaze within her,

a firmament
for a cotillion,
a constellations' jigsaw.

Her night breathes,
in symbiotic pace
with its aural lover

and, within its velvet,
darkness is an indigo,
drunk on orgastic throb.

15.5.2015
prompt: cosmos [my entry in the poetry contest 2015, in LegendFire.com]
 Jun 2015
Just Me
She added beauty to my life.

From the second she was realized.

It was then plain to see an incredible life was meant for me.

She filled the holes in my heart and gives all my days a fresh new start.

She grows and changes everyday.

I see her then.

I see her now.

I could never be more proud.

I'm uncertain of her future.

I only know it's important, and nothings off limits.

She's precious inside and out.

Heart so warm, her smile with endless height.

She's flawless with her imperfections.

She's perfect with her flaws.

She's my past and my future.

The love of my life, and one of my favorite wishes.

She's is flawless.

She is all.

She is my daughter, and I'm her proud mom.
This poem was written with all three of my girls in mind. They share my heart.
 Jun 2015
Marshal Gebbie
An ode to hospitality and the magnificence
of New Zealand’s majestic South Island.*


Pale Granite massif plummets down from snowline to Kaikoura coast
Where white waves seeth in ocean rage atop the green of dark abyss,
Below subducts Pacific plate to buckle mountain mantle’s boast
Titanic forces ****** beneath the wheeling flock of sea-tern’s hiss.

Cold winds blow from seaward swell of glaciation far to south
Where blue whales hunt the clouds of krill and ply this ocean’s constant roar
Through icy currents rich and deep resourced from white Antarctic mouth
Whence icebergs blue shall calve and drift, where seeking albatross do soar.

Frosty on this Winter morn, green rolling hills caress my eye
Deep shadows creasing valley clefts, round sunlit pastures highlit, mound.
From coastal dune transitioning to snowy mountain crags on high
The splendour of it all, my friend, entrancing me in sense-surround.

Blown red tussock streams to windward, ripples in concentric waves
Ripples in the mountain’s flank surmounting to the alpine pass.
Bastion of high country shepherd, striding forth with dog he braves,
The loneliness of isolate in isolation’s clawing grasp.

Tempest in the black beech forest thrashing leafage falls like rain
Rain in sheets cascades from clifftops, waterfalls in grand parade.
Hellish clouds embrace the fiords in hellish lightening flash refrain
Fiordland in majestic style in vaulting might of storm’s charade.

Grey light in the estuary, reflections in still water stand
Of fishing boats at wharfage in a timeless moment’s instant gaze,
Riverton in midday mode as fisherman’s coarse calloused hand
Prepares to launch beyond the spit to brave the sea, to snare the crays.

Comfort in a welcome smile, welcome in a warming fire
Luxury in the steaming sting of shower water piping hot.
Blue cod baked so perfectly with pinot noir to my desire
The sanctuary of “Land’s End”, quaintly, the very best New Zealand’s got.

Marshalg
“Foxglove”, Taranaki
25 June 2015

*“Land’s End”… An exquisite find, a very English bed and breakfast hotel located, remotely, at the very tip of southern lands end at Bluff.
A delightful discovery to complement, perfectly, the utter charm and grandeur of New Zealand’s wonderland....
The magnificent South Island.

M.
****** against the cliff
caught in a vortex  
whirlpool of relentless force
pulling me down, down, down
Sound...deafening
Obliterating all sense of direction

I succomb to the waves
****** out, pulled in.
Riptide determined to
pull me under
spared by the mercy
of an upper current that
carries me weightless out and
over the break

Impelled by Grace
greater than the Power at hand
My body finds the sand.
I lie upon the beach,
all fight left behind.
The Ocean claims my strength
No question who has won**

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
 Jun 2015
Kody dibble
A Gil in the docks
As always the flock
Becomes a stampede of mindless
Youthism
Like old newspapers
I think of words
Like unequivocal
Or enterprise
And find the omission
Of interest
Constant and timid
Like paper bins
Or rootball images of day and night

Someday the seances of youth will fade away
Like films full of hatred and lives full of war
Or seething castes of poor old folk
Wishing deaths hymn sing aghast them and benign
:)
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~<0>~~~

allow me to preface
this poem you will read
by telling you i was
atheist
just so we're agreed

i never went to
Sunday school
i never went to church
in those days
when i was raised
my soul was
in the lurch

my father disallowed
talk of God in any way
it was nil
had no free will
it is the same today

i had no real mentor
neither did i learn
i was slow
i didn't know
of the Lord's return

but when i was a child
i had some "crazy" dreams
as you see
there were three
not nice by any means

the first one was of Tucson
the place where i grew up
it was of its destruction
and that a bitter cup

thete was nuclear destruction
a mushroom cloud and more
but the big deal?
it was so REAL!
i saw what was in store

i had this nightmare
several times
three nights in a row
unprepared
i was quite scared
not knowing what to do

then there was another
much worse this one was
people running
screaming
there were things
which buzzed!

i thought it was a dream
perhaps it was not
perhaps as well
i perceived hell
in a dimension caught

three nights in a row
I had this experience
i don't think
that I could sink
much further than thence

but another dream came up
that would terrify

THE LORD IN HIS GLORY

COMING FROM THE SKY!

~~~

He said He was returning
that i was now ensnared
that me and my family

HAD TO BE PREPARED!

~~~

there was a host behind him
His face i could not see
i just knew it was
JESUS CHRIST
as certain as can be

and this is all the story
you may think me a sham
put up a fight
"i can't be right"
but folks

WHAT IF
*I AM???
I'm really sticking my neck out now
But if just ONE PERSON reads and
comes to believe

IT WILL BE WORTH IT

Please also read
the world between my teeth
and
go ask Alice

~~~<0>~~~
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
Hear me* SCREAM!!!
I will split you
DOWN THE SEAMS!!!

I AM POET!!!
See me SHINE!!!
I'll make you SEE or make you BLIND!!!

I AM POET!!!
Smell the BREW!!!
I will not bow down to YOU!!!

I AM POET!!!!
******* INK!!!
I am CLOSER than you THINK!!!

I AM POET!!!
Touch my BRAILLE!!!
Even though I land in JAIL!!!

I AM POET!!!
See me FIGHT!!!
Know what's right!
I'll be a light in the night
I have a pen and I have
MIGHT!!!

I AM POET!!!
I am not WEAK!!!
Yep! I am a
JESUS FREAK!!!

I AM POET!!!
I will SHOW IT!!!
You all need me and you
KNOW IT!!!

I AM POET!!!
I am FREE!!!
Let me show you ways to SEE!!!

I AM POET!!!
SO ARE YOU!!!
You are
GREAT and that's

THE TRUTH.
>>~~~> POETS UNITE!!! <~~~<<

~~~
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
---

On February 15
a congressman
went out for to ski
never did return that day
he died "hitting a tree"

There was much
blunt force trauma
to the front of his head
elect of California legislature
now Sonny Bono's DEAD


- CHORUS -
Who murdered Sonny Bono?
How did that man die?
Was it all a "ski accident"
or is that just a lie?

Did he have information
of government high ups?
Laundering money for
drugs and guns
doin' things corrupt?

There is an old story
and you know it's true
The Kennedy's were
conspired against
and now Sonny, too.

---

Blunt force trauma
to the skull
but no broken ribs or knees
and no counter coup
to the brain
you don't need an MD

No coroner to tell you
somethin's fishy there
and the back of Sonny's jacket
had a tell tale tear

- CHORUS -

You won't see this on TV
It won't be in the news
all the links have been shut down
They have too much to loose

There's only one who's
brave enough
to convey this, you see
and he has had
attempts on his life
for telling you and me

- CHORUS -
I talked to Bob Fletcher
The man who gave Sonny Bono
all the evidence he needed
to create a scandal that would
make Iran/Contra look
like a mosquito bite.

For the whole story go to
http://www.dcdave.com/article 5/080406.htm

Congressman Sonny Bono
1935 - 1998
May he rest in peace
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