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 Aug 2015
Mahadin
Every night in rem sleep my neuron signals ,
And brain waves to her heart,
And electrodes carry us to a moonlit secret forest.
A forest that echoes love to get more intimate.
The silver beam melting my Iove to her rose bud lips,
The stars are falling down closet to earth,
The trees alone were exquisite,
They tangled to divine.
I walk with my mid night fairy ,my lost soulmate ,
I dive in her eyes and treasure my endless passion .
She Whisper with a warm breathe saying my Love, I breath in ,
And my heart keeps beating with her eternal love
I feel to canvas her with all sheds, and live in ,
Coz I am the God's lonely man .....
it's easy to give up writing
have done it quite oftentimes
to focus on harder things
and not waste on easy rhymes!

each time i give up the pen
achieve some wonderful feat
i am that man once again
who does for others little bit!

whenever give the keys rest
close the door of poetryland
come upon a chance not to waste
to extend someone a helping hand!

times i clipped the bard's wings
landed my mind on the ground
met these eyes many things
doing which joys knew no bound!
 Aug 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~

This love is so exclusive
That turns me too illusive

When I am in a dream
She builds the stream

When I write a poetry
She recites the piece fluently

When she sings a song
Dreams longing me too long

So my heart is under lock and key
Which could only open by she

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Be my slow dance in the rain?

Deliberate like an artist

Draw my breath

Back the curtain

Accept your fears
 Aug 2015
niamh
Love dropped
With the force of
A silken feather
Simultaneously knocking
Me to the ground
And lifting me up
 Aug 2015
K Balachandran
Lone duck, bitten by an insane urge, turns and turns,
endlessly on water plane, creates a churn, a pattern on water,
as if to meet itself in a moment of stillness in between,
when will it happen? His life passes as that illusion still lasts.
 Aug 2015
Sjr1000
Alone
Couple
Family
Tribe
Clan
Village
City
City State
Nation
Continental Economic Blocs

Gaia
the blue marble
spins along,
alone
in
The great vacuum
sea.
Off to the Sierras for 10 days camping.
Be well, all.
 Aug 2015
Mike Hauser
When ever it is I look at you
What could the difference be
Out of all the words that you spew
And a boat tossed on the sea

To say you have a hard time
Is to say the least
A rudder for your tongue you'll find
Might better suit your needs

How many raging forest fires
Come from out your mouth
In ignorance your tossing gas on it
As flames come pouring out

And if they don't move fast enough
Your fanning of the flames
With destruction from the tongue
In all you have to say

Instead of holding higher standards
Your lowering the bar
If you have no need to reach
You'll never reach that far

So batten down the hatches
Put the lighter down
Set the ladder to the side
Until you figure out

How it is you get it done
In the world in which we live
I can tell you from experience
With the tongue is where it all begins
I came upon a parade of Zinnias
today..lined along the pave-way,
wild and wily. An infinite variety
of colorful heads popping up
and out, like eyes of
wary prairie dogs,
on the lookout for action.

Thought of you...the flower heads
you gave me, filled with seeds
aplenty to plant in the spring.
Knew just where they would go.
Imagined my hands in the
welcoming earth, sowing
them at just the right depth.

They would grow, reaching
with their long thin frames.
Vigorously tall and full of
summers brightness.
Symmetrical flowers
filled with attitude
towards the sun.
Flourishing in cracks along  
sidewalks and driveways.
Finding comfort and feeling free
in the most limited of spaces.

Yet...I did not plant them.
Aware that I am not able,
just now, to make such a commitment.
To water and ****. Ensuring that they
would reach their full potential.
A simple promise of one season.
To nourish a delicate, perfect Zinnia.


~Christi Michaels~July 2015~

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All Rights Reserved.
sea
the sea, rushing,
its blue inks dissolving
in pools.

a cloud whispers
fragments of a dark song
to the sky.

the waves crashing,
crashing, crashing….
 Aug 2015
PrttyBrd
The well runneth dry
Words like sludge
Are painfully excreted
Through thickened and broken skin
Gone is the peace from this place
All semblance of sanctuary
Eradicated by derisive battles
Of witless wonders
Still, words try to flow
The beauty in freedom gone
The art in emotion
Hindered by fear of judgment
Joy erased to distant memory
Gone are the days of unbound expression
Missed are the times of universal acceptance
Words seeking approval are skewed
Honesty is painful
Truth is rare
Their union is all I know
And it is a  punishable offense
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