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 Jan 2016
Mike Essig
I am 64. On New Years Eve
I was sleeping and dreaming at 10.
You are 20. On New Years Eve
you were being kissed on the mouth at 12
Ten is the difference between 64 and 20.
Don't bother thinking about this.
The time will arrive too soon
when you will understand perfectly.

  ~mce
 Jan 2016
nivek
I wash my face in the condensation on the window
poke my fingers through it like water in a shallow pond
and find a whole Universe waiting outside my mind
ready to amaze me with its familiar greetings of today
like they have never been said or heard of before this moment
all at once transporting me backwards and forward
to finally come to my senses in the year every ones calling 2016.
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
Anon mine love
Anon;
We shalt be knitted into eachother's aura's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
There shalt be none bourns, and none border's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Mine lip's shalt maketh a dessert of thine own.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Ourn bodies together wilt intertwine, flesh, blood, bone's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
These writing's shalt be put to life.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Thou wilt calleth me in person husband, as I thou wife.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Anon means in old Shakespeare terms- soon. Or shortly.
Aura is ones atmosphere around them.
Bourn is- in archaic terms limits or boundaries.
 Dec 2015
South-by-Southwest
Hello Poetry
Are you in there ?
Open up the invisible door
Invite me in
Don't you dare
say anymore

Show me your poems
Amaze me in every way
Litter my memory
in haunting rhymes
and rthyms that
come taunting me

knock , knock , knock
Hello Poetry
Are you home ?
 Dec 2015
niamh
In poetry I find peace
And a voice that roars
 Dec 2015
katie
This rain is torrential,
an endless purge
from Heaven,
no warning of its coming,
no clouds breaking
over the horizon
it is sudden & we are
no longer people,
  but fish swimming
in a vast ocean.
We wonder what we did
  to deserve this
as roads twist into rivers  
& we sink to our knees
  praying for it to ease.
Days pass then weeks,
  money floats along streams
& we shed clothes & phones,
  forgetting we were once
professionals with important
roles, in this fishbowl
we glimpse each others soul.
 Dec 2015
Jake muler
Sometimes we just got to **** with kindness- if they don't like it it's not changing who we are .kind people.
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