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 Jun 2015
Cori MacNaughton
Not all babies are meant to live
No matter the reason why
No matter the life we long to give
Some babies are born to die

Some say such a short life holds no worth
But disagree I must
For the lessons they impart from birth
By example teaching us

22 Dec 2000
Anyone who doesn't learn from children - isn't open to learning.
I have performed this poem in several venues, but this is the first time it appears in print.
Interesting that I did not recall that this was written the day after my dad died.  Symmetry.
 Jun 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
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One day I went along this way
to the river
She called me
I had heard, loved
got lost in her

Then,
at that river,
I was swimming,
had a bath
went to the other side,
plucked the red lotus
Tirelessly had seen her maze form,
told her my unspoken words

That time is over
The river is buried,
doesn't call no more
Away,
never hear the songs of downstream
do not write a love poem for her
In fact,
not going the way anymore

Now the way turned the Highway
Cried out to the big Lorries
when I open the old window,
See the rain forms but never reply

Why I still see the dream
In Rain,
A small boat on the river
has lost in the fog-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
LEAVE HATRED OUTSIDE MY DOOR
WHEN YOU COME IN*

this Notice boarded on my door
seems to have done little to impress.

the ones that come in
still read from the hate book.

speak ill of others behind their back
curse those they don't agree with
spew vitriol against all not their own
criticize food habits and dresses
castigate the new generation
find fault with the old
generalize on the basis of race religion
trifle faith belief sentiment
envy for what they don't have
intensely dislike assumed disabilities
even a squint a stammer a mole a limp

more passionate in degrading than appreciating
systems, processes, relations, actions, attitudes.

people won't mend, behind them i think,

they're so ****** disgusting.
 Jun 2015
Jason Cole
His shadowy brim tipped down and in
No face to place, no trace of chin
Revolver cradled loose and low
Cylinder whirs, chambers roll

Trench coat long, dark, and lean
Black boots gleam with choicest sheen
Right hand rested 'round bony grips
Left hand fans and never slips

Who are you?
What do you want from me?
Why are you here?

Your purpose is hidden
Your message unclear

Never a word muttered
Not even a sound
It's always the same
When you come around

Got to find my keys
Get out of this place
I'm weak in the knees
My heart's losing pace

Jump in the car
Pedal meets metal
Check my rear-view
For signs of that devil

At the stoplight
A peripheral glance
A sideways glint
A figure askance

Shotgun rider
A figment with a plan
The devil may care
But my mind made the man

©Jason Cole
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Trust me friend
If I wanted a poem to trend
I wouldst maketh it trend...

But I'm not a trender like the rest....

I write for me
And mi amour'
Us only...
I have not been brought into this world to live a comfortable life.
But to live radically for Christ, to have my life turn upside down.
To overcome the obstacles with not my own strength but that of God.
To Boldly preach the word of God to this lost and confuse world here.
Not always in word, but yes always in action this was why I live.
To love others into change and repentance, this is my purpose here.
To proudly and without shame speak his truth to the world here.
To boldly go every day and night to his throne room in heaven above.
Seeking him to draw the ones that I meet unto true repentance and salvation.
 Jun 2015
Jane
You
Nights like this when I'm left alone,
Constantly staring at my phone,
Waiting for your name to be shown,
Are you avoiding me again? please don't.
I know you're not this heartless,
You're the first that made me felt wanted,
Are you taking me for granted,
Because I'm so sick and exhausted.
What did I do wrong this time,
I hope everything is fine,
Remember how our fingers intertwine,
And how I could call you mine.
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Well already in down mood right now, and lonely and depressed and someone just had to make me feel like a piece of crap saying negative stuff on mine poetry..and pretty much told me I shouldn't do poetry no more. Well think I'm done with poetry for now... Goodnight everyone....
And thanks to one who said i shouldn't do poetry no more honestly don't care what you think... But thanks for making me feel worse.. Your quite the uplifter aren't you ,(::: night
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
I know the contours of your face,

    time molded it like clay

      depreciated by blue moons,

your eyes are still deep pools

   of history's mysteries and grace,

lived a thousand deaths,

    exhaled many more intentions  

years have deemed you wise,

  yet, you never falter to inquire

       universal burning notions,

   exactly why your infectious smile  

        appears younger than

               springtime baby's breath
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