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 Jul 2015
poetessa diabolica
Ink staining blank pages,
sentiments caught fire

blurb in the moment,
a notion for the ages

simple inspiration's  nectar,
provocation's bedevilment

mockingbird of emotions
all that is sacred and trivial

tempting a blind ear to hear
invoking silent eyes to see

tainted lips to sing for eternity
asunder notes of parchment

one's own big blast of creation
*poetry in the making
i loved her at first sight
if you ask how
the answer is all white
not one point till now.

was i too fool a guy
did i make haste
right now can't tell you why
that boy knows the best.

that boy who held his gaze
right on her face
read there in his daze
written happiness.

if you ever find him out
you may ask him how
he loved the girl at first sight
and loving her till now.
dedicated to the girl for being with that boy for 31 years, this day.
 Jul 2015
Chris
~

Rise O’ sun, please come and rise
Bring your light to morning skies
In pastel colors, pink and red
So she will wake this weary bed
And I may see her beauty true
Illumined by the glow of you
I long to gaze her perfect eyes
*So rise O’ sun, please come and rise
Good morning Beautiful
 Jul 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
When I said I Love you,I wanted the world to hear
And being my world sinorita,I whispered it in your ear
 Jul 2015
Chris
~

Sometimes I cry,
yes, I do
when I think about what my life
was like without you

I would watch lovers stroll,
young and old, hand in hand
knowing it was always someone else,
I was somehow always left out

It hurt, I’m not going to lie, it did…
I found myself constantly wondering
what is wrong with me?
Why was I alone…

Seeing days of sunshine for others,
laughter ringing, joy on their faces
love matching their steps, as I sat
on a wooden bench staring out into the bay

Watching a single gull floating
lonely on the water,
following the never ending ripples,
silently conforming to whatever this is

And I would think, that is me,
just floating, vacant, empty, bobbing
waiting the next tide
to bring me back to start again

For so long I was this sea bird,
chasing lunch boxes
on a crowded summer beach only to
end up hungry at the end of the day

Dreaming of a day when I would have someone,
(though I came to doubt it would happen)
to fly with me, soaring our beach,
our shore, making it all worthwhile

A heart to share
these things that I kept locked
deep inside for fear
no one would care

And yes, I still cry
at these thoughts, though
far and few between now
and disappearing more each day

For I no longer fly alone
and the waiting was so well worth it
As my smile returns and I live
the life that had always been waiting for me

And I now know the answer
to what was wrong with me,
to why I was alone…

   *I hadn’t found you yet
 Jul 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
I would walk a thousand miles to see you
So I've converted miles to social media hours
Because It's the only way I can say "I love you"
After all can't walk on Oceans without supernatural powers

I'd surrender mine just to hear your heartbeat
If she could be given without her skin called mortality
I'd have stars across the night to always have your sky lit
But I cannot promise dreams which stand no chance becoming reality

I'd massage every tired muscle of your fatigued heart
If the fingers of my affection could penetrate the distance
I understand,enough times before you've been hurt
But if you wasn't so far away I'd burrow through any resistance

I would bring the moon from the sky to your door
For one reason, you're a treasure I love and adore
 Jul 2015
beth fwoah dream
tide, the moon-flow of the
sea a soft ghost.

smouldering in shadowy inks
the night with its luminous clouds.
 Jul 2015
GaryFairy
if you could touch my skin
you would feel all i am within
and if your touch is real
you would feel all that i feel

if you look behind my eyes
you would see what i am inside
and if your sight is true
there's a chance for me and you
 Jul 2015
beth fwoah dream
break me like a twig,
bend my branches
in the sunlight.
tell me that i dream
and that dreams are
the golds of a yellow rose
that dreams are the
softest rivers of my mind.
 Jul 2015
Chris
~

Jasmine climbs the arbor
Sweetly scented air
Standing ‘fore the sunrise
Moments made to share
Butterflies and dew drops
Neath magnolia skies
Gazing their reflections
Soft within your eyes
Knowing there is beauty
Wherever we may be
Any given morning
*Together you and me
Good morning beautiful
 Jul 2015
poetessa diabolica
At one moment in time
  she was poetry in motion,
'til she pirouetted herself
  unto dusty shelves
midst old clouded rhymes
   & recollected love notes
yet, there were echoes
  glistening 'tween strands
   of web's interlacing design,
meshing her finessed
  past within gossamer's
complex entanglements
  amid labyrinths of
    ancient symphonies
she dances, still ~
  silently in her head
flirting with destiny
       albeit, not as grand
 Jul 2015
Chris
~
Piano keys tickled
in soft lullaby melodies
echo in harmonic measures
neath an ivory moon
tuned midst an ebony sky,
shimmering sonatas in
sustained twilight concertos
waft in sensuous tempos,
acoustic sighs sing
as silhouettes on
candlelit curtains,
caliginous shadows of love
sway together in
rhythmic duet motions,
dancing to the ecstasy
of this symphonic evening
*composed of love
Good night beautiful
To my darling Holly, everything that we are, is composed of love
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