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 Mar 2016
david mungoshi
wherever i find myself is my home
so don't hit me with vagrancy laws
wherever I spend the night is home
home this day and the next perhaps?
let the grass shelter me
and let the dew on its blades quench my thirst
the syrup from the funnels of the flowers
sweetens my hitherto dull and predictable life
I'm so richly blest
hate no one
hurt no one
I want so little and need much less
it's everybody's world
though some may want to be grasping
 Mar 2016
CA Guilfoyle
On days like this
cool, with little winds
desert birds forage for sticks
they build nests perched in cactus
some build green in palo verde trees
always I think of baby birds in spring
hatchlings, the fledglings that fly
I travel far beyond the noise of towns
watch the movement of cooling clouds
the roundness of rain upon the ground
the grey banked scurrilous skies
of hurried birds, their silhouettes before a storm
daisies that close, cold amid the stones
beneath where snakes and lizards go
slither and crawl in this landscape of saguaros
and I, ever tethered can only dream to fly.
I have just moved and will be without internet for 4 or 5 days, except for on my phone, therefore I am unable  to respond to each and everyone of you, beautiful poets - but know that I am ever grateful for this HP sanctuary and for poets everywhere.

thank you
XO, Cyd
 Mar 2016
david mungoshi
when i was young
i had so much time
time to play the fool
and time to be so cool
when i was young
i could well afford
a few misses along the way
time was on my side
and comeuppance was new terrain
when i was young
i knew everything about anything
and the world was young like me
 Feb 2016
david mungoshi
the sound of the whistle of the outward bound
    teased the still night with its earthy timbre
and i suffered the pangs of a poor  lad, found
nursing a dream about getting away from it all
           like a learned doctor i was on call
              an order i knew was rather tall
                       if calamity struck
                   in the heat of the night
                            with my bags
                                  packed
                   and my naivety ablaze
                                just waiting
                                      for
               ­             a reason to go
                                slip away
                   into the hungry darkness
                   and never ever look back
 Feb 2016
Pixievic
Back & forth the waves roll in
Challenging the beach
The foaming surf offers up a dream
That so far is out of reach

I wish I could live among the waves
Like the seal that I've just seen
Without a care for what comes next
Or for what has ever been

To swim among gigantic whales
Majestic in their song
Content with life - to carry on
Knowing they belong

To fly up high above the swell
Like the seagulls do
Playing in the clouds of spray
They all know the truth

Happiness is a gift

That we can not take for granted
In the profoundness of the ocean
Seeds of hope will now be planted

Back & forth the waves roll in
Their cycle never ends
My life continues to evolve
The sea will help me mend

(C) Pixievic 2016
The sea is my sanctuary
 Feb 2016
ryn
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O          
                  O      o        
O    
•fill our beak-
er with un-
told chem-
icals•com-
patible  so-
lvents that
fizz... with
bubbles•m-
ix them in to get
the most homogene-
ous of solutions•introdu-
ce heat in the likes of passion
•never a clean reaction, there will
be residue• never right the first time,
failed attempts will be a few......• but once
distilled from undesirable impurity•........then
handle the mixture with utmost sensitivity........•
you'll get a result that can't be bought with money•
because this love in our hearts is the product of



pure chemistry

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 Feb 2016
david mungoshi
you're pouting
  i'm sulking
you're peeved
  i'm mellow
   and i know
it's the corazon
not the amazon
that's got me
whispering
      and
   whistling
  as el nino
  rains dearth
and we weep to see
good things go bad
 Feb 2016
Ronell Warren Alman
You can conquer
Be willing to take a risk
Enrich and enlighten yourself
Even though conditions may be brisk
Move forward in a positive light
Feel the energy that flows
Rise up through the air
To the sounds of the breeze that blows
 Feb 2016
david mungoshi
i'm stting, i'm thinking and i'm wishing
time could have frozen on that wistful day
a cold misty morning in the month of may
a day i discovered how a heart can whisper
and how a stomach can sometimes growl
against  the many who scheme and prowl
as they plot someone's downfall and demise
before it happens the system's alarm rings
an ominous melody about sly deception
i'm sitting here in my sorrow and aloneness
thinking and wishing sweets would come
 Feb 2016
david mungoshi
her glossy lips
a poisoned chalice
and her eyes
a flaming brand
to sear the heart
she shot toxin
into his slain ego
and he groaned
a dirge folorn
till its shreds
fled in the wind
and the swirl in her subsided
but she saved the best for last
you don't get it, do you?
in the country of my heart
you're dead and buried
she said
ground to dust under my heel
you don't get it, do you?
he felt a great darkness creeping in
and knew his day was done
as was hers, her ire being spent
with a hypnotic smile
and a darting red tongue
she gave him the kiss of death
and eased him into oblivion
without so much as a qualm
 Feb 2016
chris
i wish..

i wish to feel whole, alive again

i wish to feel your arms around me, once more

i wish you would come back to me
3 wishes
 Feb 2016
david mungoshi
gingerly on the knife-point of a problem
my inflated ego slowly was punctured
i heard the hiss of its demystification
in that constricted moment of revelation
a moment that enthused about the demise
of my avid hallucination now laid bare
salvation, the voice of naked truths chanted
is neither in the fig leaves nor in bashfulness
and the humming monotone of desperation
is a boost to candid inactivity and stillness
it is in such big-bore moments that we of
puerile yearnings recognize our childishness
a voice told me to stop tempting fate forthwith
for in truth i was a child with a dangerous toy
and only pampered tutors could stay the course
We must not always divest poetry of the beauty of contemplative mystery
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