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 Jan 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
though I was happy
   I did forbidden things

though I did forbidden things
   I was happy
 Jan 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
People that 'are'  
of those who still 'become'
speak lowly
treasuring the edge
they have
by luck or by some clever sleight of hand
gained in the race for 'being'

Sometimes I wonder
where I am
  am I  
or am I not
do I become  
  and if so
will I ever be
what others are
where others are
(or think themeselves to be)

Maybe
those who appear so sure
   of what and where they are
have at their backs
the everlasting fear
that when they are
   where they have liked to be
there always are
the others who were there
   some time before
and now
are somewhere else
happy again
that they are
where and what
others still struggle to become

Methinks
to be where I am
suits me fine
I do not care exactly
where
this is
if only I still see
a chance that I become
that is  
            I change
and not just be

There is
it seems to me
too little space
between to be
and
not to be.

      * *
 Jan 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
This is where the earth
There were piles of refuse time
Over millions of years
Wants to stand up

Walk the walk where the stand
Hundreds of thousands of
Light-years away
My friend, the North Star
Of his many friends
Lost in the pit of time

Mother's hair grew gray
All sides of the wall
Of the house has broken
Rust is over the grills of window
Said goodbye to dreams

White childhood,
Blue adolescence,
The red color of youth,
Instead of
Bruises under the eyes
Sending love to the jail
My friend is now hanging
within four frames of the wall

This is where the earth
Everything turns to be
A graveyard
Gray ash color valley
On that
History's foot print
will be exist

Nobody did not come back
The sun may never
rise again
Love is beneath
the silent dark of trash
All the truths will be turned
into devour
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
....
 Jan 2016
Keith Wilson
It's  a  nice  crisp  frosty  morning.
All  is  still, no  wind.
Trees  and  bushes  motionless.
Birds  rushing  around  hunting  for  food.
Sky  clear  with  a  hint  of  sunshine.
We  must  make  the  most  of  it.
Rain  and  wind  is  waiting  in  the  wings.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.
Say yes
Open your eyes,
See that it's me,
And say yes.
**Kiss
Do you remember your favourite kiss? I do mine...
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
There
Is
Something very special within you.
.                        conscience!
Don't let it die
Otherwise
.                you will be an animal without a heart!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
mike dm
you are
more than your surroundings;
          surge of
columnar star c a i r n
threading through the age of rock and mineral,
one
bright
wave
of light hangs
in the balance.

it will
have its say.
        
epoch of concatenation: stair of
    elements spelled out long ago,
always
containing within it::
tiny trace of
the were.

it
     glints
in the tired eyes
of those few thoughtful people that are left
                     in, this, our wasteland, now birthing
                   arcane, again:

a new time comes;
feel it writhe forth origin.
dm micklow
 Jan 2016
mike dm
star shaker in the night,
won't you shake some stars
to
night?
   t u r n
my silent invocations bright:
    this, my hid wōnt,
     urn
of awe
in wounded flyte,
till it glows, again, in palm alight.
dm **** l o  w
 Jan 2016
nivek
Believing in Karma
I kiss the sky
and she sends me sunshine and rain in good measure.
 Jan 2016
am i ee
just waking up...
hot cup of coffee...

16 degrees F out ..  -8.99 C....
brisk and invigorating...

the sun's rays beginning to
reach the tops of the bare tree branches...

a wind blows winter across the land...
all is quiet and at peace

a most welcome relief

hello new day...
what will you bring me???
 Jan 2016
Chloe Zafonte
If you're fat, transgender, ugly or gay it won't affect anyone's life in any way, so ignore this world of predijuce jerks and do what you feel that works.
I've been around all sorts of different people from gay to trans and they're just people like everyone else. I just wish others would stop caring so much of what others think
Life is beautiful - and yet
life is strange
life is tantalising my mind
its elusive jumps and starts
give it an impetus
as I unwind from nature's wonderful excess
undress and offer myself - soon
not yet
I expect you're wondering
as I am too
what will happen if I do
we'll have to fantasise it
because - as yet - we haven't met

Margaret Ann Waddicor 19th January 2016
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