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 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
When you were old enough
You answered the call to serve
Many friends among you
Didn't have the nerve

Off to basic training
Learn to fight a war
Time to become a man
Off to a foreign shore

Battles you will face
Put your life on the line
Dying for your country
To you that would be fine

For our freedom
You paid with your life
Leaving your parents
Kids and a wife

Thank you for your sacrifice
A cost we cannot repay
Allow us to honor you
On this Memorial Day

Our Country
Forever in your debt
Promises that...
We will never forget
 May 2016
Stephan
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*It sat out in an open field
It was the strangest thing
An orb the size of who knows what
A giant ball of string

We laughed as we walked hand in hand
Our eyes were mystified
She tried to reach around the ball
Me on the other side

Neither of our hands could touch
Still inches far apart
I chuckled just a little bit
Her laughter it did start

When then I saw her look around
She wore a sneaky grin
Reached into her pocket deep
Then glanced around again

Her hand it held a pocket knife
A shining piece of steel
She then cut off a piece of string
And quickly did conceal

We ran away so very fast
Till it was far behind
Then stopped so I could figure out
What she had on her mind

Reaching out she took my hand
Pulled out the piece of string
Then tied it round my finger tight
A smile it did bring

I asked her tell me what it meant
She answered me so true
I tied it so you won’t forget
That I’m in love with you
 May 2016
david mungoshi
your coming in with the rising sun
in soft morning light and glistening dew
made me think life could be  a huge smile
and that nothing about you could be a trifle

conversation with you was like lyrical poetry
full of measured tones and profound emotion
words are wholesome food when one is enamoured
you sip their oozing nectar at every sugary pause

your voice was like a heavenly harp magically played
by expert fingers dancing to an inspired melody
that only i and they could hear, and cherish like a dream
thus see me now with my face still ravaged by possibilities

but alas, you decided to take your leave with the dying day
and i knew my bewilderment would last the stretch of eternity
you walked away into the twilight and never once looked back
those who go away with the setting sun do not always rise with it
 May 2016
Stephan
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*Painted in shades that resemble your smile
Soft on the coast rests a raspberry mist
Blended in twilight’s peripheral style
Lemonade clouds oh so tenderly kissed

Lilac and rose petals color the sea
Whispers of sunset afloat up above
Such are the wonders rewarded to me
Each time I think of our beautiful love
 May 2016
XIII
You'll know the story of a poet, by his poems.
 May 2016
Styles
Reading a poet's words is like listening to their heart beat.
 May 2016
CynicMonk
Two Poets,
One writes to remember,
One writes to forget.
 May 2016
ryn
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How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.
 May 2016
mk
secrets are only fun
when shared with someone
// two can keep a secret if one of them is dead //
 May 2016
Stephan
.

*Lost in the hush
of a slumbering twilight
Evergreen wishes
on pine scented breeze

Fragrances sweet
amidst moonlit desires
Solitude dwells as
we stroll through the trees

Fireflies flutter,
a faint glow emitting
Lighting the way
beneath heavens above

All we can hear is
the sound of our heartbeats
Tranquil the melody,
whispering love
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