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 Aug 2019
roumen
Don't kiss me tomorrow.
If you can't.
I will.
I want.
Don't see me again
If you can't
I will.
I can.
Don't touch me today.
If you can't
I will.
I will.
Don't love me back
If you can't.
I will.
I want .
I can.
Not today.
...Tomorrow ...
The day after today ....
She got her God at last.

Bathed and in white saree
she offers him his choicest food
burns his favorite incense
sits with him to converse
about the day and events
argues to make her point
smiles at his complaint
of less salt or more sugar
cries at his question
if she misses him
as much as he misses her
and the two reach out to each other
more than all the years
of seeking the fulcrum
to balance the bond.
 Aug 2019
ymmiJ
she's the polestar when all others go dark
outshining even the brightest of northerly stars
shooting comet trails past our blue moon to mars
 Aug 2019
SR Nirmal Kumar
Couldn't serve
Baby's inarticulate desires
Desperate wet nurse
 Aug 2019
L B
What is it about the moon
That I miss so much
Hiding in the corners
Of the sky
Peeking between
the shrubbery of the clouds
It's no use, bright thing
I still see you
 Aug 2019
Emma Price
As hard as I try
I can not justify
this intense need to cry
~much love
 Aug 2019
White Wolf
The Wren may be many a thing,
but has it heard the Robin sing?

Both a sight to set your eyes upon,
with their gifts of song before they're gone.

Waking me up at the break of day,
first I heard the Wren in his dismay.

"I fly in all three worlds, I'll take you there,
I share my lore with all who's fair."

So I followed the Wren into the woods of old,
entered a sacred circle to join their fold.

This path I've chosen was walked by few,
only to learn that the Robin also knew!

* * * * * * *

Each bird has its song
and if you hearken long

It becomes thy own
now another is known
The Wren's nest is the Druid's nest. /|\
 Aug 2019
Logan Robertson
a million goose eggs

her first toe loop and axel

suddenly a swan

Logan Robertson

5/01/2019
To all those that never gave up.
 Aug 2019
S-zaynab-kamoonpury
Pestered and pursued
by unknown foes
A topsyturvy land
where snakes can have horns
and cows can have fangs.
Night'mares' where the day's stallions
make mountains out of molehills

A chance to witness greek mythology-like creatures for real
For dreamland tis a place for the unreal and surreal.

Those hair-raising scary scary dreams
beset with horrified silent screams!

We do try to interrupt nightmares, pinching ourselves
With relief wake up to see there aren't any horrid elves.
We also try to interpret dreams filled with mystery
But gifted dream interpreters like prophet Joseph
Are now part of biblical human history

All in all, dreamland's fascination
for extra-ordinary exaggeration
and tall-tale imagination

Where myth and legend come to life
An amalgam of fiction or real strife

Where assorted monsters of the mind
reign supreme in that REM sleep of our kind.

Yet on the other hand the wishful, wistful sweet sweet dreams
where fantasies form mirages bordered by fanciful seams.

Where castles in the air that humans build, float gently down to earth
only to shoot back up unto nowhere from the awakened one's berth.

In dreamland a pauper girl can be a princess or fairy fair
for daydreams extend into the night and linger on there.

A quote I took to heart and it to console all and sundry
'that if your sweet dreams don't come true, don't you fret
for atleast your nightmares didn't come true either,
so just heave a sigh, by and by.

Every night let us all just fly away and escape
And lo behold  the extraordinary world of Dreamscape
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