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 Apr 2016
Melissa S
you see no color
at least not in people
just when you describe bugs

there is no limit to your hugs
which light up my world
an unconditional love

whether its making silly selfies
or talking in our unique alien language
being carefree with you is the bee's knees

seeing from your perspective
gives me imagination
and gives me courage to just be me
My son is the best teacher on giving love lessons :)
 Apr 2016
Paul Butters
At long last Winter wanes
Slackening her icy grip
On our frozen land.
Those tiny buds
Have shown their heads
Above the parapet.

Spring’s summer promise
Wafts through the air:
The ghost of life
Warming everywhere.

I found a rhyme!
That’s so sublime.
Those Muses have awakened too.
All’s moistened by the morning dew.

Wizards of the word can now rejoice
At Nature’s wonder,
Singing with a soulful voice
And a crack of thunder.

April showers
Sooth the bowers
As May is on the way.
Soon it will be June in bloom
And an August holiday.

Is Spring or Summer my favourite season?
Well both are better than Winter’s treason.
It’s great to have these longer days
And soon we’ll be lounging in sunny bays.

Paul Butters
It's Spring!!!
 Apr 2016
The Dedpoet
You can't finish Spring cleaning
because every old thing becomes
Inspiration for a poem.

2. Instead of planting that garden you
Promised yourself, you write about
Your metaphorical one.

3. Because you're a romantic poet,
You ruined your flowers by plucking
Each petal in a She loves me, she loves me
Not tirade.

4. Every stupid bird is a new poem.

5. April rains bring about the
Melancholic poem inside you,
And you love it!

6. Instead of playing with your
Kids outside, you write about
It instead.

7. Even though you are allergic
To everything, you take that stroll
In the park you write about
So often.

8. Spring's promise is really just like
The New Year's poem you wrote,
New beginnings and all.

9. While digging through your Spring
Cleaning, you find your old poems
And decide to post them on
Hello poetry.

10. The garage is a mess, nothing
Is getting done, but in the poem you just wrote
Is about the hard work it was.

11. You learn the name of
new birds and flowers to make
Your poem fancier.

12. And finally,
You really don't like Spring,
But its a season, and we're poets,
So yeah.
 Mar 2016
Denel Kessler
This brilliant morning
anything is possible

we are limited only
by rigid minds
whose fragile confines

can be vaporized
by choice alone.
 Mar 2016
Pea
let us walk these empty streets
fill it with our presence
let's spill secrets in the dark
spread laughter all around
let's leave a mark
with our colors imprinted
at each step that we take
let's fill in the lonely
forget that it was once empty
****** tho
 Mar 2016
Elisa Maria Argiro
Feeling good
in my skin
today.

Like a
well-scrubbed
potato.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Good Morning all
Once again morning sun,
shine like a queen,
to utter the clandestine
of life.
The greatest inspiration you can ever get is to know that you are an inspiration to others. This is not another day, this is yet another chance to make your dreams come true. Wake up and face life’s challenges head on. Else, life will become quite a challenge.
Good morning!!!!!  :)
 Mar 2016
A Lopez
Living isn't so bad
As long
As you got
One to Love.
 Mar 2016
lluvia de abril
I want to be
                 your happy poem
    to write myself
                             into your eyes
your lips, your shoulder blades
to fall into your soul
                         and leap from there
into that heart within your heart
not known to you just yet

I want to be
                    the verse that rings as true
        as the promise of your gaze
late in the day, an uncontemplated
word
a whispered phrase which keeps
and holds and stays with you
                throughout the day

I want to be the sound
                        and smell of fresh felled rain
to stir your thoughts as you awake
                        a storm
relentless, unafraid
                       to bring your laughter
and retreat into the wants
                                      within your veins
I just want to be honestly romantic. Did I fall close?
 Mar 2016
Joyce
Another day goes by.
Dark night turns into blue sky.
Every morning birds
sing their glory.
Silent nights when dreams
controls our mind.
Every day we take a chance.
Live our lives
and finding our balance.
Another year goes by.
I'm so thankful for all
beauty to see.
The love I share with you.
Is a gift from my heart so true.
Today I will celebrate.
With a smile on my face.
And feeling so joyfully.
Happy birthday to me.
 Mar 2016
Aztec Warrior
Chaos**

chaos reigns
and yet order
from disorder
as a new conversation begins.

it reminds me of something I heard-
“we all are living in the gutter,
yet some of us are looking to the stars”,+
and you say, “huh”?!

well, in the midst
of all the horrors,
all the drones and torture,
all the wars
and planet destruction;
out of all this
resides the possibility
of great and wondrous change.

change where humans
find their beauty,
not perfectly,
but through struggle
create a world
of voluntary associating humanity.

out of all the horrors of today
great beauty can emerge
and isn’t this
“looking at the stars”.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.21.16
+quoted lines are from Oscar Wilde

NOTE: in a small café near the Joyce Theater here in NYC, I met
Leslie and Fred. They had just come from a dance performance
and we struck up a conversation. I wrote this poem and gave it to them.
I also told them that I would mention them when I posted the poem
on line. So, thank you Leslie and Fred, for the conversation and inspiration.
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