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Come let us shake off our heavy clothes
down by the river where no one goes
fears will be falling like dominoes
where this is leading no one knows.

Swim with the fish and the dragonflies
clouds are reflecting in your blue eyes
swim against the tide, we can only try
evening will come to pass by and by.

Come let us join up our weary hands
tell tales of treasure and foreign lands
here in the water we'll play our parts
leading the charge with our beating hearts.

Come let us shake off our heavy clothes
down by the river where no one goes
fears will be falling like dominoes
where this is leading no one knows.
 May 2018
The Dedpoet
Everyday the tide
And what flows in I cannot
Control,
Everyday awash and I
Know that my love is real,
Because the pain is real.
Amazing the hope is the rain
And sun has become the hurt,
Fate has given twist,
Everyday I see the lost
And when I find them
Only a little of what once was,
Remains.
Everyday like the wind on my face,
The perfect imbalance tips
Under empty,
And once I was full of hope,
Only now it has become audacity.

Everyday the tide,
And the waters rage
Beyond anyones control,
Everyday the poem
Takes a few words away
From my tired soul,

Everyday
I
Still
Have
hope........
 May 2018
Onoma
the goddess opens

her arms...

a Mother's

many givings.

drafting handfuls.

here, here, here--

(nadis)

orthogonal lines.

three dimensional

mainlines to mercy.

with

love deeper than a

vanishing point.
 May 2018
Onoma
Lot's kiss--
sea's hence,
enjambment of lips.
pursed
slugs withering at
the dose of salt.
composure's small
gathering.
slowly winding
around her port,
brittle bones shaking
a height crying gull.
she's playing glass
piano keys violently--
splintered refractions
stuck to the meat-clumps
of flowers.
catalytic spring secreting
fainting sweats, near
beauty blackout.
collapsing on a park bench.
bag pipes, town bell's top of the hour,
territorial squawking of geese,
metronomic coos of turtle doves.
Harmonize.
 Apr 2018
Sjr1000
The orchid is flowering
Opening,
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It's telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.

There's a lot to learn.

The orchid whispers in chemical symbols

I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I've ever known
I heard a sound I've never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
Blowing in
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.

Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away

But while the orchid is flowering
That's for another day

I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go.
This came as a total surprise, 100%! Never expected. We all channel our internal poet, a conduit from within, dictated somehow. My experience at Hellopoetry has been life changing  and the community we are all apart of is truly a sacred circle, for that and this moment in time, I am grateful.
The poet, well, he's sleeping now, but I will pass it on when he awakens. Many thanks, to one and all, you continue to teach me what it means to be human and an artist in this world.
 Apr 2018
Sjr1000
Scattered showers
Shattered moments
Running through the rain drops
Running through the tear drops

Trying to find
a shelter

The past is unchangeable
The future is unpredictable

The present is drenched
Wearing the wrong rain gear
Again

Shivering
Cold
Alone

For now

But, if you never leave home
You never get to come home
You wind up
Looking for it everywhere.
Edited version
 Apr 2018
James Floss
I want something
I feel it deep in my bones
I feel it sometimes
I think it sometimes
A hunger, a longing

Akin to anxious
An unknown known
A dispersed urge
It’s important
In concealment

Just past dusk
A whisper before dawn
It’s under my skin
Something I should do
Begin what when?
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