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 Jul 2016
Ami Shae
My heart aches
for all who
are feeling the pain
who are in shock too--
I wish so much
there was something more
MY heart could do--
all I know to do is pray
and keep believing
in love and hope and light too...
Pamela Rae's poem, (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1465329/paris-is-bleeding-as-are-we/) inspired me...sorry this is not better, but since Friday, all I've felt like doing is crying and wondering why?
 Jul 2016
nico papayiannis
I find it easy not to love you,  
but after all these years, that only lasts about 30 seconds
For it is your love that does beseech my innermost thoughts, takes a grip on my senses, never to be set free,
Your beauty , not a parody,
unrivalled in its power to render human flesh lifeless, statuesque I stand,
You found me,  I was hiding,
you love me , I am now alive
There are no bars,
Its still a prison:



My little blue bird.
Softly sing in my ear
So your song may flood my person.

Amidst your music there is no wind,
Breezes cease around you.
Floating with my feathered friend on the quiet calms of desensitised  living.

I see of your gracefulness, other eyes are not so kind:
Brittle men and rigid woman.
They've never heard you sing.

Still my heart and close my eyes;
And Sing me all your lullabies.
Oh Little bird o' feathers blue,
In my ear shes hums her tune.


I beg dont fly, Stay at my side
a harsh world sits beneath you.
Without a song, i hear outside
The people make me lonely.

I need you back, come to my window,
And sing to me of empty days,
i recede at peace and just observe,
With numb songs from my little bird.

My little
blue, bird.
She only sings a single word.

May time please not forget her.
 Jul 2016
nico papayiannis
Sweet sounds surround my love profound

Whispers of wants and of things to become

Secrets to entrust, and not just to anyone

Pure perfection parades, the games we play are no charades

We will age just to unify and not sever

The emotions of our existence as we endeavour

Majestic beauty meanders hand in hand with the beauty of bliss

And it is a wonder how I picture in all of this
 Jul 2016
SøułSurvivør
dedicated to Vicki*

winter wind
blows down the hills
is caught up
in the knuckles
of gnarled trees
blasted
barren
reaching for the sky
reading the
Braille
stars

snowy branches
whispering
what
those books
filled with poetry
have taught
the roots
which reach
down
to
underground

streams


when
Springtime
educates the sun and
teaches it warmth
then will the
roots give life
to a spreading canopy
of new life

buds burst forth
with the
fragrance
of snow wind
and the
sweetness
of that
reservoir
of

tears*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016
to a friend i will keep
for the rest of my life

God bless you, Vicki
 Jul 2016
SøułSurvivør
mesa rises
a ship
sans sails

the moon
strips
the creosote
to blond
bone

it's errosion
causes
the desert to
ripple

beaches
hidden

tides
going
out
sea

nyctinastic
sirius flowers
open their
lazy eyes

the moon may
croon to
waves
dashing
on the
shipwreck

but

even the moon
makes
things


grow


SoulSurvivor
(c) 7/9/2016
dedicated to r
 Jul 2016
autumn
With each sip,
Your bitter lies
Become more evident.

But I'll bite my tounge
And as rust and whiskey mix
I'll take another sip.

The truth burns
On the way down
As I constantly swallow it.

This empty bottle is full
Of things I'll never say to you.
I believe in GOD
And I praise Him!
His greatness can not be understood.
No matter where life takes me my hope lies in Him alone.
I'm hopeless without His grace and mercies.
I thank Him daily because He's worthy of all the praise.
There's no one like Jesus Christ.
 Jul 2016
timeless
I can create the
      New world
I'm capable of it
          and
Must do it even the
Whole world is not
With me.
This  is  the
  Confidence.
Confidence, world, create ,capable
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