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 Sep 2016
Anna
I want to listen to music all by myself
I want to feel its meaning
And cry
I want to dance in the middle of my work
Even when there's no music
Even when everyone is staring
And shout
I don't want to be somewhere else
Someone else
I want to be me just me
Doing what I want to
And not what I should
Or told to
And smile
I don't want to fly
I don't want people to look up to me
Rely on me expect from me
I want to run walk stumble and fall
Get up and laugh at me
and walk again
And satisfied.
...
 Sep 2016
K Balachandran
Darkness in waves, he finds in this ocean,
All round his world, even at high noon.
While seeking light in that dark continent,
In her eyes, a surprise; he encounters sun!
 Sep 2016
Sylvia Frances Chan
In real life I don't have the courage to utter all these words. By stringing them together, I can get these phrases. I am most amazed what poetry made possible, you can read it in: The Audacity of a Poem

***********

Poems mean a lot to me
since it is reciprocal you see
the society I live in
is reflected in all these lines
love is very important almost a sin
and the always one glasses of wines
always getting in

the best specialist for our health
they say is also The wealth
but I regard love is the most important
remember I am human not a mutant

love is the best for our life
it is obvious that we must strife
love is like the present wind
that blows constantly so tender in
through my thirsty body and mind
I reside in this country oh so kind
a country peaceful, plenty of place and love to hide
that's why I have my domicile here and reside

My beloved likes reading and traveling
we have seen parts of the world a very lot
I have other kinds of interests, like humming
writing essays, feedbacking, listening to music,
and praying to God
building websites, designing cards and yes
conducting PC Help desks, bank-scanning, and chess
in London and Serfaus, musicals and skiing,
along the Mediterranean sea, enjoying life, love while driving

how do I do that, d'you really want to know, dear?
while whatsapping, driving fastest, and the music to the ear
really very simple, love in you, your whole soul in there,
just like our parents using tupperware

but ah, I like most to describe the love in poems I write
posting them for my beloved after that heavy night
since love is so important in our life
you must not take for granted but must strife

we can't miss it in our life its function
like: though sometimes on our highway a junction
it's like the great water of the mighty ocean
it has grip on you, you feel the strenght, but it's addiction
the strong water's ripples too, its mildness
you demand the best, the most but never less
and remember for ever that in the country I live in
the kind of love I'm so addicted to, is never a sin

in the end my heart and being will constantly see
my one and faithful Man,
for Thy most precious gift, I say to Thee
thank You, my Lord. Amen  (fon.: A-'men)

© Sylvia Frances Chan
Sunday, 4 Sept 2016.
 Sep 2016
Traveler
Times can get hard
For the easy
Surely the fat
Can't always be greasy

All fall in a moment
To pieces
And get caught
In the cupboards
And creases

So whenever
The good life squeezes
Clear your mind
Before it ceases

Find your path
Back to the feast
Leave the hard times
  For the beast...
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2016
KTN PRL
It was there.
All through your life,
from sorrow to your glee,
through thick and thin.

It was there.
The you that you're looking for,
whenever you want companion,
whenever you feel alone.

It was there.
The you that console you,
admire you despite your flaws,
holding on, never letting go.

It was there.
Lying in the deepest of your soul,
waiting to awake from your blindness,
waiting to boost your confidence.

It was there,
and will always be,
just learn,
to love yourself.
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent
Reach to the corner of the room
Pull the film to the floor , set the mind to explore
Unlock a door , throw away the view you've been given , feast upon life through another dimension
Surpass the whim of fools , let knowledge become your jewel
A phalanx of stars await your conjugation -
Bask in their heavenly education* ...
Copyright September 4 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Sep 2016
Onoma
A cessation, the best
of black, having overslept
the eye of the needle...
some midnight sun
flung to shield this perpetual
wakefulness, becoming it the
more.
Ascents and views, sound
barriers broken...ice cold stars,
white winds of burnt cores.
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