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 Jun 2017
phil roberts
My words and my poems
Are no more than explanations
And embellishments
My means of expression
For my life is my "art"
It's what I am and what I write
It's why I need to write
To make sense of the things
I've seen and done
And there are times when
I think I've done far too much
Then, in deep contemplation
I realise I could have done more
And that kind of inner debate
And discussion with myself
Are a large part of my life
Which becomes my version
Of something like "art"

                                         By Phil Roberts
 Jun 2017
Antony Glaser
Had a coffee today
it unquestionably feeds an urge to be an addict
The sun shone brightly  and  made  me feel
the forthcoming weather would be harsh.
My freckles showing like a garland
The flowers down the street were in bloom
Yellow Irises capture a  certain light
as I pass  by
Amazing what pottering  around can do or so it seems with the 230 hits.
 May 2017
Nida Mahmoed
I am sewing a dress
with the thread of strength,
And knots of ambitions,
And when it’s ready,
Then will iron it
with the remission,
I am sewing my broken soul!

By: Nida Mahmoed.
 Apr 2017
Nylee
Time of misery ends
one day , some day
but may be not today

Even summer heat ends
and rain takes its place
which too ends after some days

Smile comes , Smile goes
every minute changing emotion
as life picks its motion

The things in my room changes
as time ages everything
and I get new things

Even the girl I was five years ago
didn't remain the same
I am no longer that vain

The relationship with everyone
which I had , have changed dynamics
Some prospered , some turned tragic

All the little and big things in life is temporary
the things we treasure , and things we don't
Nothing in existence stays permanent
The word from 8th page of book is "temporary"
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