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 Jul 2016
Nishu Mathur
In between the greying
and the silvering
work and life
the sombre brooding of time
and the lull after the storms
poetry crept upon me
word by word
phrase by phrase
in a metaphor
letters from the heart
filling gaps of loneliness
with welcome solitude
the wealth of your life
is in the love that you sow
and gently nurture
Senryu
 Jul 2016
Sjr1000
Do you want to go dance in the moonlight?

Where?

Dry Lagoon around the rocky bend
Just past the tide pools
Anenomies and Star Fish
Where the beach is
Where the agates, glassy yellow shine
in the horizon sun

Sounds good
When are you coming?

Around six thirty-five
There's a harvest moon rising
I have Del Shannon and the Drifters on the Spotify

My mom is in a mood
I don't know if she'll let me go
She's being way to profound
yelling at the t.v.

It's okay
Tell her you're gonna find some bliss
She won't know what to do with this

You're my sweetie
Come and get me
I've got a baggie for the agates
A "bonnet" for the sun
I don't know the Drifters
But come on around
and
Give me some

K.

Remember, save the last dance for me.
Quite a day of amazing poetry, so many brilliant writes, so much tragedy out there in our world.  This is just a wispy interlude, hoping to make you smile
I'll prepare a boat
to send my stupidity aboard
and provide it with a paddle
driven by the regretful memories that often made me shatter.
At times I wonder if my stupidity is to ever surrender?
 Jul 2016
Dark n Beautiful
To be teased, to be pleasing, to be smiling, or yet to cry
To take notice, after an ecstasy of rage
It understands you, it understands me: Our hearts
Breakfast for two in the ****

Muscles tighten without the pain,
hearing the wishes of our inner self
Pitter, patter on the window pane
to be teased, to be pleasing, to be smiling, or yet to cry
fulfillment, enjoyment, pleasurable moments
Breakfast for two in the ****,
What I wouldn’t give for such a dream
 Jul 2016
Dark n Beautiful
Come warm your hands around me tonight
Let go of the cold restraint that dangle your heart
I have dreamt of this day,
I have long for this hour
Come warm yours hands,
Rebuild your smile, and rebuild the trust

Stand upright at the council meeting my Zula warrior, my king
Unleash the passion within, stop struggling with your feelings
instead, come and fumble with these long, longs chocolate strings

Come warm your hands on my body
And forget the flittering open fire of hatred within her eyes,
It's cold night on the tropical island,
however, it's lavender essential oil on my linens
there's chocolate ******* to be thread.
tasty pasties and edible ******,
it’s warm in my chambers,
its love in my heart,
there is action,
there is passion,
come take a deep look into my eyes
before you address the unsettling crowd
Your Queen would always be by your side.

Stand upright at the council meeting my Zulu warrior, my king
you were meant to rule .................
 Jul 2016
SøułSurvivør
~~~<♢>~~~

olive green
Palo Verde
drape over roofs
of russet red

ochre houses
across our wide brown street
lavender
Texas Ranger
flower bed

oblique sunshine
glances off persimmon trees
sheets of clouds
Egyptian cotton
slate blue threads

black and white cat
sits by our neighbor's door
waiting to be fed

contrasts
of the morning
a pallet brush
painting

inside

my

head



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/17/2016
Complementary or contrasting colors make colors pop! When laid against each other there is a vibrancy which can be paralleled only in heaven.

Red/Green  Yellow/Purple  Orange/Blue

What I wouldn't give for the time to paint this morning!

Thank You God for your glorious Creation!

Happy Sunday!

~~~<♢>~~~
 Jul 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
when daily news
over weeks and months
reports events that  far exceed
most people’s homespun nightmares

can we react as poets
and not be seen as cashing in on the sensation
like all the media have come to do without regret?

It may be wise not to give in
to the temptation to create ******* of violence
but try to just suggest the essence of catastrophe

a lonely high-heeled sandal on the roadside
one flip-flop much too small to fit adults
a tough man crying without shame

there are events for which we don’t have proper words

this does not mean we should keep silent
Apropos the massacre in Nice on July 14, 2016
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