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 Jun 2016
Emily B
I always have to wonder
When folks compliment me
On my wonderful
Imagination.

They never
Imagine
That my reality
Is just wider
Than most
 Jun 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Purpose is a deniable virtue,
being lost in this world is a given,
love is a test or fantasy that could be explored even when sinning,
to be pleased and to satisfy your long awaited needs,
I surround my myself with family,
That is all I need,


I find it hard in life through everything I went through sending
More difficult obstacles to myself instead of receiving them
Like normal human beings when it's quite easy to make enemies,
I could never be what I want unless I change it,
I could never see a new day if just put aside my hatred
For thinking religion had anything to do with it,
Your a master mind aren't you! Just be cool with it.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/06/either-i-could-be.html
 Jun 2016
Keith Wilson
The  cherry  blossom  is
beautiful  this  year.

Thick  pink  clumps  covering
all  the  trees.

Should  stay  nice  for  awhile
If  the  weather  remains  calm.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.
 Jun 2016
cgembry
City buildings obstruct
The sky from view
Preventing wishes
From getting through

So on my nails I paint
Constellations and stars
Pleading for peace
In this world of ours
 Jun 2016
The Dedpoet
So you are
A phosphorescent relic,
A relic that spins together
Nights and mornings alone-
Spinning in the mind like
Perfect spiral in a landscape that
Overflows with your magnetic sphere.

And the orbit
Comes and goes,
From my eyes to a tear,
From a tear to the sky with blue
Waves of current that wallows
Where you were.

Hear me,
Fallen star of my night,
The whirlpool of your hair
In solar winds,
Deafening winds,
Heavy winds,
When your blue sun brings a storm
Whirling in magnetic memories
Hypnotic and joyous.

Speak, speak Pulsar,
When the earth recites your name,
Pulsar, cry for me,
With your esteemed Aura like a lost
Nebula
At the crest of the world,
Searching without finding.

     This is the hour,
Because your dead star
Still burns and makes light,
And it still shines
And someone,
Someone like me must see it.

      Pulsation in my ethereal being,
I believed in dark stars
But don't believe in reading those
I see,
Pulsar you were hope in the light,
And now a radioactive desire
Of my past.

Oh but we tore the night apart,
We constellated passions
And danced upon the penumbra
In the galactic sea.

     Begin again,
We can sail away on the moon,
Turn the world into a playground,
Begin again Pulsar
Within an orchestral sky.

    However you were gone,
A blue giant in a tiny galaxy,
And I was only a firefly,
No, not a firefly,
An ember of a fire that burned
Out a million miles away.
Ressurection of your light,
Wage the gravity towards me,
       And I say Pulsar,
I remember when we were in the same sky.

    You are the infinite memory,
Your lies smell of Heaven and nothing
Else,
And you are a reflection on the horizon
Of the sea,
The glimmer of my yesterday.

      The sky will open
     And the sea shimmers,
       The moon moans,
     Pulsar, sweet memory ,
Magnetosphere of my pain.
I remember my lost love.
 Jun 2016
Gaffer
He knew what women wanted
After all, he was a man of the world
None of that namby pamby stuff for his woman
Oh no, he was a practical man
So when she opened her presents
To find an iron and a hoover
She was ecstatic
She was that ecstatic
That when he came home the next day
To find his shirts pressed
The house spotless
Her gone
He couldn’t believe it.
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