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 Dec 2016
Nic Sutcliffe
I'll tell you a tale of two parts that were one
A sentient energy. A choice to become
Something more, for a moment, by splitting apart.
Each piece gained 6 senses… A body… A heart.

The lure of experience, of the human condition
Rediscovery of self; the noblest mission
But there was a catch! They must choose to forget
The oneness they once knew, A gamble... And yet

The choice to be human, to experience the mother
Until they would once again Find one another
Was filled with such promise, and freedom and choice
Joy, Love and friendship… all things to rejoice

Millennia had passed, through life and rebirth,
a thousand incarnations, Returned to the Earth.
They grew through the ages, knowing not their true goal
to find what they gave up, to become again whole

These fractured pieces, though complete on their own
Had within them a sense that, despite how they'd grown
Through epochs and lifetimes, Experiences true
One journey remained, each had to pursue

And then came that day, this last iteration
Through whispers cosmic, And familiar vibration
Two self-aware humans, A meeting by chance,
Saw their reflection in a momentary glance

There in that moment, they sensed the archaic
Connection to source; Universal mosaic
Their gaze pierced the veil of their lifetimes before
To the essence within, the kin at their core

Questions were answered, True purpose revealed
Both part of the same soul that longed to be healed.
Though physical distance would keep them apart,
Each recognised, the telepathy of heart

Knowledge familiar, the quest to be whole
Would drive and inspire them, to unite their one Soul
This lifetime perhaps? They wished it was so.
Certainty elusive; For Neither could know.

The true gift, however, this knowledge would yield
Was awareness itself, In the great cosmic field.
Aware once again of their Soul's counterpart
The sacrifice made, way back at the start

Magnetically drawn, as they always had been,
To reunion of spirit by forces unseen.
Enriched by experiences they'd gained in each round
The goal was now simply; to seek what they'd found

To discover the self. To meet their twin soul
To make, what was fractured, Once again whole
Time was irrelevant. Space mattered not.
Henceforth remembering what once was forgot

The gamble paid off, though the cost it was great.
They would find one another, for this was their fate.

And then when, at last
their moment did come
Imbued with new Love
Their two became one

-- for My Moon
 Apr 2016
Rowan Deysel
Fresh from the kennels. A whole world away.  
Companion conversion for a young castaway.  
A darling of distraction with irrational fears.
The clumsiest canine with ever aware ears.
Guardian of gourmet. Suspect of all sounds.
He'll catch himself someday, spinning around.
A tug of war here. A muddy mess there.
A lick to the face of the humans in his care.
How thrilled his tail and tremendous his teeth.
How dug up the planet from paw underneath.
The running for fun. The claiming of trees.
The car window ride along - face full of breeze.

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But now he's a master of "Stay!".
His eagle ears succumbing to gravity's sway.
Napping much more, barking much less.
Now rarer the cuddle, the clean, the caress.
Patch protector. Owner of no debts.
A veteran of various villainous vets.
Birds as trivial as the tennis ball is far.
Eyes now as hazy as the indistinguishable stars.
A howl at the moon. A loosening tooth.
An ode to memories of a modest youth.
They still love this pup. He still loves them back.
May he long be remembered as he faces the black.
 Apr 2016
The Dedpoet
I remembered
I promised you a poem,
In fact one a day for our love-
There's a problem though,
I can't seem to get them out:

   Because your presence
   Is like a million words,
   A thesaurus sitting right
   Next to me,
   And what you are to me
   When you are with me is an
   Eternal sonnet.
   But when I tried I began to
   Understand something that brings
   My understanding of us clearer,
   That we are the same in separate
   Places, in the same solitude
   Without knowing each other's
   Pain or fatigue.
   That we are both not people,
   But the wind freed in our selves,
   A gale freed from the conventional
   And we become a sudden verse,
   Nostalgic and naive,
   Stubbornly young and hopeful,
   There in that place,
   When we are together,
   I cannot write the poem
   That has not yet finished
   Being written.
 Apr 2016
Ghazal
Who are you?
The you we keep writing about,
We- the poets; poets around the world,
Across time immemorial and
space immeasurable,
We write about you,
We shape your skeleton
With the strength of all the pain
We've borne, and we sculpt your flesh
With the wistful beauty of our tears,
We bring you to life with our words
Make them course through your body
Like blood,
Who are you?

The cry of our first heartbreak?
The joy of a lover's return?
The stunning silence of absolute loneliness?
Of turmoil and torment, the stinging burn?

You're all of the above,
and more- profoundly more,
You're a piece of every poet's heart,
Infinite power, immense emotion,
You are the cumulative of every drop of blood
The poet has shed through their pen
You are the story that stays stifled inside
the confines of paper, until someone comes along
And unlatches your locks,
Absorbs the burden of the poet's grief,
And at that moment, brings you to the form in
which you had been intended to be.

It is then, that you, the very essence,
the very soul of the poet,
Can take flight, blissfully relieved,
When you are read, your creator is finally free.
 Dec 2015
Meteo
There is a snowflake
on your eyelash
that I long to be

Take me with you
when you leave

Show the world to me
 Dec 2015
Eiliv Advena
I want to go home
I want to be free
But here I am trapped
And will always be

I dream of a land
With mountains and trees
A beautiful land
With blue lakes and seas

Where I can be free
And do what I please
A land without death
And without disease

A land full of joy
A land full laughter
Where I can live happily ever after
 Sep 2015
Robert Zanfad
Shall we through this tall grass run, children
heed the urgency of crickets this early morning,
outrun meandering trodden trails we'd make?

or await to pack our baskets
with late summer peaches picked
after sun shakes dew from waning leaves of her laden tree

life is measured in those quick steps
the insects said,
scattering ashes of the dead never teaches them to fly

much as we might try, but we might yet
they know winter's shadow always too soon arrives,
an uninvited guest in this meadow
 Aug 2015
Peanut
Oh! I've longed to touch the sky
Flap thy wings and let it fly
Feel the morning breeze a mile up high
What ecstasy to relieve my sigh
Oh! I've wanted to catch this cloud
Stuff my face to wipe thy doubt
Cleanse my body by thy radiant shine

The things I'll give
To replace thy wing
Or the power of flight
To surpass my height

I am no longer bound to this earth
By the time you say goodbye
I'm already afloat
Immune to your words
As I let go of my earthly ties
Our once tethered soul, is now apart

Soon
Very Soon
I'll be joining you guys
Beyond thy horizon
Among the constellation
Nobody Owns Me
Co'z I Belong To The Skies
My perception of moving on.. Let go all of my well being and simply reach
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