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 Nov 2016
Sk Abdul Aziz
Tonight there's no pen or paper
It's your body and my tongue
I wish to use your body as a canvas
And paint an exquisite picture with words
Let's see what i can come up with...
...(my mouth is really watering for you)
 Nov 2016
Francie Lynch
Not My President.
But he is. Let him live.
He and his minions
Are like the poor;
They will always be with us.
But north of you,
We have a Queen.
#Not My Royal Family.
They're needy and expensive,
Spoiled and enfranchised.
An extended, big family
Who gets free rides at Canada's Wonderland,
Best seats at hockey games... all games
For Lieutenants-Governor,
Governors-General,
And all the wee princesses and princes.
Rideau Hall is the official residence
The White House pales beside,
Sussex Drive fades beside its oppulence.
Celebrities and histories have planted trees there.
Jack, Marilyn, Nelson, Martin and all the heavenly host
Have approached those gilded doors,
Pretending to bow and curtsy to an absent Queen.
Back to #Not My Royal Family.
I didn't get a vote.
Canada is burdened with a Royal Family a growing number of us abhor. #Not My Royal Family
 Nov 2016
Ramin Ara
Around the green  lake
Waiting For the Dawn
together
huntsman
And
Prey
 Nov 2016
Valsa George
Near the reeking garbage pile
two black cats chanced to mate
in the black of the night
merging with a thousand shadows of the night

Nothing seen,
but two pairs of glistening eyes
and a loud shriek and a whining cry
as if they were in intense pain!

Was it a forced ****
or a prearranged rendezvous of the lovers?
Did I hear a squeal in delight
or a cry in helpless agony?
 Nov 2016
Elizabeth Squires
on a wind swept dune
an Arab took his revenge
by snapping the straw

as he did bow it
saying **** my desert ship
can't carry silken cloth

that's ruined trading
because the camel's brittle back
is out of action

the tale's anecdote
an overloaded vessel
buggers business
 Nov 2016
ryn
He used to walk with life in his stride
He used to strut with a heart full of pride

These days see him stumbling every so often
These days see his eyes vacant and sullen

So I asked if there was anything bothering him
So I asked what is it that made his light so dim

He tarried, then answered with conviction true
He tarried before he finally answered, *"You..."
Warriors can be dragged through the dirt, but still come out pure - they become one with the earth.

Warriors can have their roots pulled out from under them, but still stand strong and tall - they know their worth.

Warriors can be beat down to the ground, and be walked upon,
but while they're down there, they'll look up to the stars and continue to dream on...

Because warriors can handle their business - their inner light shines brightly, through any darkness; they've seen it all, they're prepared to take anything on!

They're not looking for sympathy, they've given up on the idea of believing that outside forces will come forth and bring any kind of soul healing salvation,

They've learned that they can only depend on themselves - they've had no choice but to become a soldier for justification.

They're armed with resilience, empathy, kindness, compassion, and experience - but they won't stand for hypocritical thinkers,

They've met and battled with the worst - they won't tolerate degradation from rotten, evil, ***** stinkers!

Warriors will be your very best friend until the very last second of the end...

Take my advice... don't mistake their kindness for weakness - because warriors are always ready to bring on a revolutionary war - they're always ready to defend!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Nov 2016
Lora Lee
The sludge
of mud
       that creeps up
to my eyes
squelches me
down like quicksand
***** a large
breathing object
                         into
its grainy film
an antithesis
       of sea
lungs sputtering
out brain reeling
in remnants of
clusterfucked,
panic –driven
welting
and I am ready to
burst out
legs trapped
yet voice high
heart squealing
in the fire
bring me to
somewhere
it’s a situation
                    dire
this madness
cupping me through
time-realms
and I must find it
that liquid that
wet flow of writhing
struggling
breaking
            free
of those heavy bands
of slimy kelp
holding me
squirm me out
I don’t care
if I get the
muck of centuries
in my hair
for in my veins
my blood does see
I crave the sunlight's
strokes
and
        I
            must
breathe
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 Nov 2016
Ma Cherie
Death comes in as such a grateful
& wanting thief,
as I stare at him,
in such complete wonder
& in my utter disbelief,
my heart is hanging low,
& so heavy,
weighted,
in it's endless
& painful grief,

Deep I am,
deep out in the melancholic blue
thoughts roll in again,
thoughts roll in,
as it's raining pain outside,
those thoughts roll in like thunder,
as I again,
I think of you,
a noble soul who loved us all so true,

I know you're where you need to be
out beyond the places I can see,
where you can run & play so free,

To do the things you could not do here
in fields of wheat to run with deer,
letting go,
... all earthly fears,

There's so much more that I
want to say
now that you have gone,
now that you've gone,
gone, gone,
away ,
& here on this very saddened day,

Please find peace in your brand new house,
with no more games to play
of cat and mouse,
a flickering light they came to douse,

As I try & try,
not to cry,
because it is never really is goodbye,
as again your legs can run so spry,

I know I'll see you again ,
my sweet, sweet,
sweetest friend,
this is not the beginning
& certainly not the end,
this message of prayer in folded hands,
to you, right now, I send,

As our heart you would always defend
now our hearts again must mend,

Thank you for the saving of our dear lives
& always quieting the tears that we cried
From our hands, an angel was just pried,
a tree fell silent in the forest
it fell to the floor as you died ,

I've prepared for you a mossy & earthy bed
for your eternal sleep please rest your sweet & weary head,
as living is a state of mind
and so is being dead,

As I fold my hands,
in a silent vigil & prayer,
I will always remember you,
this I can swear,
It'd be impossible to forget
a love
that was quite so rare
as your love is.

Cherie Nolan© 2016
Death is a very difficult thing. ❤
 Nov 2016
phil roberts
Back street brawling
Gutter crawling
We did it all an'
Then did some more

                              By Phil Roberts
Just for a change
 Nov 2016
Ramin Ara
A Glorious Sunrise
A nightingale singing  
See  dancing flowers
Too
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