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Roses at sunrise
dew covered and succulent
welcoming the sun
warming from its honeyed touch
their nectar's strong scent rising
luring bees and butterflies
to land upon their petals
and taste their rich sweet pollen
in the clear dawn light
Choka
 Jun 2016
Graff1980
My pen cries wax tears
dripping on the floor
from the bedroom
to the bathroom door.

While you lay sipping
sweet intoxicants
I walk, partly slipping
trying to reach your side
trying to believe the lie
that love exists somewhere.

But someone else sings for you,
while my heart bleeds the truth.

The white crow flies
laughing in the night,
“Never was and never will be
you will never ever catch me.”
Faith in the tempered evening , for the Friday night reverberation -
of hometowns just over the Shamrock green horizon
For the day end Amber-glow of well kept -
Summer gardens
Blessed is the power of tonights Harvest Moon
The Suns early dedication to the Chattahoochee flora of the coming June
For morning dew prisms that ignite rolling hayfields
For talking Indian rivers , Railroad townships and period Flour Mills
Copyright May 26 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jun 2016
David Ehrgott
Love
Love is
Love is being
With
You




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Love
Love is
Love is being
Being with
you is what
Love is
Love
 Jun 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
Then went out of the way
Address not found
Didn't and couldn't be called
want to reach you

I came across a horizon
Evening came down
Heard, you exist behind the sun
Not to fear cause you made
In the dark,
Anyone can't see you
Even not me too

However I wish
I will get
Dark come down as your rules
Find you
Find the road
Randomly
Restlessly

Am I in the same place
Or moving towards any of the
I close my eyes in the dark
Thought I'm black
I have mixed up the dark

Open my eyes and can't see myself
My weight is decreased
Going up into the air
Increasing the speed, have felt cool
Where am I going
Heard something vague
Slowly
More speed increases
I see a mystic haze
I go to the land of conscious to the unconscious

But I can't understand
My chest is open
Is to operate on me
Putting something else on the heart
Sent back to conscious

Yet I have not seen
But hear you!
See the haze again,
In the Songs of dark!
~~
 Jun 2016
Raj Bhandari
Hell of a life !!
Just listen, oh my dear,
please come here ,
show me some light ,
hold my hand tight ,

I just want to talk ,
we can take a walk ,
Oh please I do not need any help
something is moving under my scalp,

Am I really bothering you,
that's the story, got nothing to do ,
I am no more hired or fired,
mercy my Lord, I am retired !

no more tension to pay the bill,
time is the agony, *******,
though I am very much grown,
Deep inside, I am all alone , all alone........
Be a Life changer, not a death maker, speak life into others.
Bring healing into others lives by speaking it into their lives.
For we were all put on this earth, by the Living God Jesus.
To speak life into other people lives here on the earth.
Because by speaking life, we are drawing them to be healed.
For we are called to Love others, not hate them here.
For being Christ like here we shall reveal him to others.
Which is our purpose here to love others into finding him.
Thus having another friend , when we all go to heaven in the end.
 May 2016
Ocean Blue
A desert between us?
Only in your dreams.
Your longing?
Reciprocal, it seems.
Your heart ache?
Nothing compared to mine.
My promises?
Rare and always held.
Your smile?
Bright sunray
Throughout my day.
Your heart beats?
My earthquakes.
Your verses,
Daily narcotics.
My horizon?
Just to love you,
On and on.
 May 2016
brandon nagley
Mine queen
Mine easterly wind
That saveth me.

Mine beautiful
Darling of lives
Long lived.

Tis again O'
Tis again, we
Shalt touch ourn
Tissue to intertwine
The mind's of two archaic
Soul's; mine lady, mine home.

Obsidian shalt I wrap around
Thine toes, Olivine crystal to
Grace thy structured shoulder's;
Yellow Spinel as like Ray's of ten-
Thousand star's glittering thy ear's.

Lass, lady of the Orient; wipe away
Thine tear's, for eternal year's art ourn
Own to capture from nonending cloud-walking.
Yea, verily, the Azure's art singing as we shalt chant
"Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi", ourn amare to be uplifting.
Godliness and Impartial giving, life is love, and heaven-sending.
"Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi- ourn god we thank thee for ourn meeting..... ( I made the words up that go to this.)
Tis- it is...
Obsidian rock- a hard, dark, glasslike volcanic rock formed by the rapid solidification of lava without crystallization.found in Philippines.
Olivine crystal - ol·i·vine
ˈäləˌvēn/Submit
noun
an olive-green, gray-green, or brown mineral occurring widely in basalt, peridotite, and other basic igneous rocks. It is a silicate containing varying proportions of magnesium, iron, and other elements. It forms crystal to. So beautiful  from Philippines .
Yellow Spinel - looks like a yellow sapphire. Gorgeous.
Thy- your.
Thine -your
Art -are.
Ourn -our
Yea- yes.
Verily, in truth, in certainty.
Azure- clear sky or sky's also known as the blue.
Amare- love.
Impartial- treating all rivals or disputants equally; fair and just, unbiased  equal giving all love.
 May 2016
A Lopez
In the illustrious pedway
I'll make my headway
Amor and peace today
Never to forget it- touch
And pet it because tommorrow
Just might not be here, I will
Throw away my fears, and forgive
Those who have caused me tears-
And make forgiveness my standard.
Ready always to give an answer
For what is my lively
Hope- giving Hello's and
Thanks to folks, on this splendid
Walking trail. Holding faith inside
My Grail, comfort in all detail- only
Arrives from heaven, and derives
From the sensitive cosmic sky's.
 May 2016
Ja
I stepped outside
To see the view
The sky still dark
The rain just thru

Then the sun
Burst out its rays
And they shown down
Thru all the haze

So it appeared
As if next door
The arc those blazing
Colours bore

It seemed so close
I could just reach
And with my hand
Those colours breach

And as I stood there
In the light
It was so clear
It was so bright

The air was fresh
So clean and pure
I was amazed
By its allure

My nostrils flared
My senses peaked
The moment seemed
So quite unique

But as I gazed
More clouds appeared
And then my rainbow
Disappeared
BOEMS BY JA 218
After fifty years
I slipped into the school.

Madame Bela was visibly pleased
The classroom was too empty
Now I've one to do maths with


No less happy was Auntie Aloka
My favorite student is back
She lifted me up and said with a kiss
So vacant felt my class of English
Without a boy from olden times
Sweetly singing nursery rhymes


My eyes searched her and before long
Miss Jaya spoke in her softest tongue
I'm so glad to see his face
Sans him Bengali class was all emptiness


And there he was the only Sir
Amiyo Baboo the sports teacher
Isn't this the boy never won my trust
For always being in every race last


Fifty years haven't changed a bit
Either their age or their spirit
And surely the fun was doubly more
When I stood before the school mirror.
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