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The almond pearls bounce on the leaves,
Drip to drench me with the heavenly boon,
What magical transformation the sky weaves,
Its wands of clouds creating another monsoon!
There's though a different spell on the ground
Where water flows like a river in high tide,
Silence broken only by a splashing sound
Monstrous holes yawning on all side!
You longed for it in the summer's pain
Hallucinating in agony the coming of it
You curse it now calling it a bane
As it pours from above and deluge the street!
In the wispy glow of dusk
he came

mazing through years of husk
memory groped his name.

Then I remembered.

Though drew us apart fate
once we were very close

inseparable classmate!

Seemed so empty
even an hour without him
more together more the happy
we bonded too in dream.

Shared we two
same liking and taste
loved to do
living without the rest.

I have come to close a deal
in his eyes was sadness spread
hope you remember still
the promise we made.


I remembered.

when we last met
he said

*let’s seal this with trust
must come to meet his heart’s pal
the one departing first.
She stands where the river blows her hair wild

no youth and no favor for her
no hands to clean the salt licks on her skin
her palms are dreams wrinkled dry
yet craving an offer.

You come from a distant land, she says,
heavens bless you.

I got no small change, I respond,
my mind drifts to ponder,

a small change, I need that too,
always hungered for
and faltered through
like I missed the vessel narrowly
to be on the river's other side.

Maybe when I come back,
I turn toward her.

She was gone.
Harwood Point, Dec 5, 2017
An abortive river trip, a chance encounter
 Nov 2018
South-by-Southwest
I moved in the ways of water
Across the asphalt seas sublime
The sign said 'Seven Bark Road' and
the gears in my head started to grind

Visions of forocious canines
All kinds and sizes to boot
Then on to stately oaks and pines
Maybe a fig tree just for hoots

I'm sure it was writer block
When asked what was the name of the road
I'm glad there were no amphibians crossing
Or it could have been called 'Toad'
 Nov 2018
Edmund black
It’s
    

Simple ,


I
  

Want


The
      

Woman


That
      

Prayed
          

For
        

       Me
 Nov 2018
Mike Hauser
Rambling Boy
Where you been
Fell down hard
Got up again

No telling now
Where you have gone
In your quest
To ramble on

Moving on
From coast to coast
Hitting highs
Missing lows

Adventure seems
To know your name
Here one minute
Then gone again

Tried your best
To hold the line
Found that to be
A waste of time

Rambling Boy
Has the need
Above it all
To be free

Free from the bricks
That have been laid
Down along
Lifes motorway

Stepping to
A different beat
Shaking dust
Off of his feet

Nothing settles
Where he goes
As Rambling Boy
Rambles on
There are no stars tonight
the sea, granite smooth,
whispers secrets to the shore
as it sits in wait.
Cliffs green with moss appear grey
and lend shadows to the silvered sand.
A lonely cry splits the dark
fading swiftly into the hush.
All boats are silent now
haunted by the sirens call,
they hold their breath
under a sliver of moon.
Silence rules the landscape
as the drowned take breath.
 Nov 2018
Erin Johnson
As life goes on
I realize how much you truly mean
Your laugh
Your smile
Your kiss
Your eyes
Your everything. period.

You've loved and lost
Not loved at all
Been beaten
And bashed

But somehow you've always got
That smile glued to your lips
You draw me in

You're like the king
I'm like the peasant
Except for when I'm with you
You're the King
And I feel like the queen
So here I say thank you for everything
 Nov 2018
Lily
She was a rose, pressed into the pages
Of a book, meant to hold a place.
Instead of a page in a book,
She held a place in his heart,
Which she thought she would always have.
But eventually, bookmarks are lost,
And stories are forgotten,
And all that is left is
The smell of the binding
As the book closes for the last time.
Just scribbles
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