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 Aug 2016
Autumn Rose
We slowly danced
by the rhythm of the
classical music as
the enormous crystal
chandelier was
shining above us.
My dress was shinier.
Since when do you
start listening to
Beethoven like the
national anthem?
The slender skillful fingers
would only wish to
leave marks on the
white keys of the piano.
Instead, it left an invisible
satisfaction in my ears.
Red roses freshly planted,
they acted as an
intoxicating perfume.
The cold snake of
white tears froze my heart.
Flowers in my hair
suited me more than
pearls on my neck.
But i lost my balance and
the entire night sky
spilled upon me.
Along with the stars...
 Aug 2016
Prathipa Nair
Finding you
Randomly
In a crowd
Ending in a
Never ending
Deal of
Sharing the
Habitual
Interact of a
P*rofound relationship
 Jul 2016
South by Southwest
The music popped
The music skipped
The needle rode the Mad Mouse
Around all week

Play again
The melody keeps
A win win
Because no one weeps

Bereft due breath
Love thy enemy
Life tastes best
In brevity

Catch me when I fall
Let me fall in spring
Winterize my visions
Turn off my dreams

One more time
Let it play again
The Mad Mouse was a carnival ride that had half circle enclosure with seats that spun around in circles while coursing over a wave like structure that tossed the riders up and down and all around .
 Jul 2016
vinny
the thing about pixies
that soon becomes clear
they tap into your instincts
playing on fear

the thing about pixies
they keep changing their needs
you are welcome to try
but impossible to please

the thing about pixies
they all carry guns
never to defend
only for fun

the thing about pixies
that soon becomes clear
you never know where they are
but sense when they are near

the thing about pixies
you soon realize
when you hold too tight
they vaporize
 Jul 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
if you are seriously listening
to genuine folk songs of the world

     not to the muzak that pervades all malls

after a while you find yourself
     floating into these worlds  of ancient tunes
     imagining an ambience  of ages past
whose melodies have kept their power over centuries
and still keep tickling legs and bodies
     in our days
     of young and old

these melodies of our ancestors
simply remind us that they,
     too,
did know a thing or two

about the joy
     of living
 Jul 2016
Aetheria
you weave a sickly web
I was just a little fly
you beckoned me in and wrapped me up
and left me there to die
i know that you are blind
and truly so was I
your sticky threads were glistening
but they were just a lie
my body perished, but I've been reborn
and now I see you clear
small predator, you'll scuttle
when I'm the one to fear
you've a spool and cunning mind
and patience lasting years
but I've got eyes, a sharper mind,
and no more time for tears
 Jul 2016
Stephan


A bridge above the river fern,
we wander hand in trusted hand
As each has found this sense to yearn,
illumined by a destined plan

A chipmunk scurries through the brush
to gather up the evening fare
Time moves slow, no need to rush  
and us without a single care

Before a cascade flowing free,
a whispered mist beckons our eyes
To dream of our eternity
as witnessed by these summer skies

A narrow way, a winding path,
majestic trees stand far and near
In thoughts we find the aftermath
shows every ounce of love so clear

Through rough terrain of rocky ways
and valleys where the sun does shine
Of all that nature now displays
and countless words to call you mine

We pause this wobbly footbridge rail,
side by side to share the scene
Knowing that we shall not fail
to live in this our perfect dream
 Jul 2016
Eternal Threshold
You are an old song
I'm still trying to remember.
 Jul 2016
Megan H
The light finally glistening
Into her eyes
As she sees the world
For the first time

Many years away
From reality
But today
She is happy.
I am in Spain right now, as it is my first trip out of the country. I love life. I found it. After all these years, I found my true smile.
 Jul 2016
Nishu Mathur
my heart loves when the sun 
flares  with a copper glow
when dusk drapes and falls 
a curtain of indigo

my heart dances when it rains 
then when it's gold with shine 
for when dark clouds gather
I see a silver line

my heart is young with flowers
that in wilderness grow
a forest of quaint scents 
that in the winds softly blow

my heart smiles with the stars
shining atop pine trees
the sliver of a cosmic moon
cradled in the sea

my heart rides on the crest 
of waves on the ocean floor
that kisses a pearl rare
and floats it on the shore

my heart loves these moments
that I with nature be
but none, more splendid, more beautiful
than those of you with me
 Jul 2016
Lazhar Bouazzi
Speech
can become
touch,
depending on
intonation.

Writing
can become
dance,
depending on
the typewriter.

(c) LazharBouazzi
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