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 Jun 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
Don't get me wrong, darling
Because that's exactly, I do not know how to say
However, what goes out of the home
Rivers, Mountains, Sea
Or beyond the horizon, Any call

You don't make a mistake
I'll be back to whom
So, for a moment, don't misunderstand me
That exotic flute, distant Kans grasses
Even from far away:
From the seashore, I have heard the echoes of another time

So don't misunderstand me, darling
They have relationships with, and you are like me
They are not devoid of love
I give you, borrow from them

For a moment, don't misunderstand me
I bring your pearl beneath the sea,
From the mountains the ancient forms,
The original earthy flavour,
A chunk of drifted white clouds from the autumn sky as a little boat

So, you don't misunderstand me
Where 'll I come back
Where 'll sing their song
Where to lose my soul,
Or will not come
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jun 2015
Corset
The trees began to bend
sussurus with sound
September was so close
I could smell her breath.
A gold medalist
twirling Oak leaves
in her hands,
gathered
in bunches and
scattered them
skyward
with a gust
of wind.

Remember me
he spins
remember me
in
September,
'neath school books
and apricot Essays,
with necklaces
strung of
purple clover.
 Jun 2015
Poetic T
I lost you like a breath to the wind
a moment I breathed you in.

Then just like that I exhaled and you
were lost to me just another spirit in
The wind.

I tried to hold you in, not to expel your
Essence, but when I blinked you were
Gone, and I miss you lost to the winds.
"                                                           "
Within my dreams Illuminated

Galaxies travel across Fiery dark canopy

Maybe the Traumdeutung is too much

Of a work before day's work Begins

Above us is also below Us dormitory

Dreaming of our luscious Bodies entwined

Riding each other as Universe was a Wild

Splendid stallion stampeding through Open Space

And her sacred blood turns into the salty Waters

Upon his black neck caressed by the noon

Beneath hot eruptions of Sun's squared light beams

Beneath his magic ebony knited untamed mane

Covering by his pace awaken eyes thirsting

For crystal cold waters deep in the distance

Feeling the pull of a mirage flickering

In the deserts of life; each one crying

Howling alone to the full Moon

Singing to us with strange allure:

"Fairy tales do come True. . ."

*We have to believe!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
Lord,
     *You see me as a saint
     While I see myself a sinner
     You see me on the next page
     As I'm stuck on this one dog eared
     You see me as beyond myself
     I see me where I'm at
     You see me like nobody else
     Please help me to grasp that fact


Lord,
     You see me through your sacrifice
     I fall down on my knees
     You see me through the breath of life
     In you I need to breathe
     You see me in pure love
     A love I'd love to have
     You tell me that you are enough
     Please help me to grasp that fact


Lord,**
     *You see me in eternity
     I see myself finite
     You see me beyond the veil of humanity
     I've yet to turn on that light
     You see me as your greatest creation
     I see all that I lack
     Over me you have elation
     Please help me to grasp that fact
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
this poem that's in your hand

is only here to listen

to take all your concerns

with no previous conditions

jotting down all that it can

for later consideration

hoping only to be of help

with all life's reparations

as this poem that you now hold

can neither be bought nor sold

it's one and only mission

is here to freely listen
 Jun 2015
K Balachandran
I was infinity itself, as my father, in a poem he lovingly created,
wanted me to be figured, made me descend from a dream he had.
My mom, most fondly held this form, close to her heart
the epitome of her love for her man and the bloom in her womb
she gifted it, and they both together in a love boat, brought me home,
she held me closer to her *****, so warm I was even in coldest
of nights, yet another poem it indeed was, love set it's  tune.

        In a cloud of stardust I was, yearning to see far off stars dance,
through million years, I swirled, twisted, turned,found love in the end,
love brings perfection, my journey assumed  many many themes
love transformed a speck of dust; found a shiny little diamond.
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
Unload your vetted earnings
    in the collection baskets,
small price to pay 
    for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
    'pon gold filled prospered coffers      
within corporate excesses                 
   of enriched gaudy churches
wondering when HIS word
  had begotten misconstrued
     in clergy's interpretations
      of powers' self-aggrandizement
       and pontificating gratification;

whilst the huddled masses
    were starving midst the pews
Yes, I know this one is controversial. To each his/her own.
 Jun 2015
Chris


Cinnamon wishes
and good morning kisses
the coffee is put on to brew

Sunlight is shining
a new day designing
the lawn glistens covered in dew

Songbirds are singing
their melodies bringing
sweet harmonies floating so true

My smile now beaming
a perfect day gleaming
*I can't wait to start it with you
Good morning beautiful
 Jun 2015
Traveler
The old wolf
Despite his apathy
Instinctively
Must lead

Unlawful
The weapons
In a time of need

To bring to light
That which
The pack
Does not perceive

The luminous night
Of their ignorance
And deceit

In the gathering
They love to hate
The old wolves howl

Still he leads them
In his confident
Style
Dedicated to all: The Old HP Wolves
You to Quin (-;
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
She's an imp of a troublemaker fairy
they call her Heather Featherwand
she lives midst ancient ruins
    'pon Saturn's ringlets
          of ethereal ice & dust
you might get a peek at her
  neath a summertide night's dream,
she wears lavender and tangerine
  to blend in with the blazing cosmos,
 her pale peachy butterfly wings
    make sounds like katydids
     singing in the treetops and
         cicadas come to life at night
  further adding to her mysterious flight,
she took off one day, they say
    with the man in the moon
  and they've been starstruck ever after
Supposedly my fairy name is Heather Featherwand, long story,  just having a little fun with it!
I aspired towards being
thoughtful
Since I was a little girl
Watching the other kids
Helping out in our family's world

I worked towards being
thoughtful
as a young teen
Volunteering my time
Making sure I was never mean

I strived towards being
thoughtful
becoming a young woman
Being there for all my friends
Careful of others feelings

I enjoyed being
thoughtful
When I became a mom
Letting them know how
much they are loved
Making sure my children
grew strong

I thought that being
thoughtful
was a trait I longed to be
yet have managed
thoughtlessly
to push those I love away
from me


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All Rights Reserved.
Thoughtful ☆●☆●☆ Thoughtless
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