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 Aug 2014
Artemis X
Halt, time
For just a momentary
indulgence in the illusion
Of immortality

Each minute second
Drips on my body and soul
With such steady urgency
As to make me breathless

Questions
Burying the present
In the what ifs
Of the unknown

Yet, dispelling the suffocation
of clarity but Requires
inspection of complexities,
self inflicted;
Therefore only self removed
 Aug 2014
Karen Newell
The string of Words
reaching
across the World.
Epiphanies set,
pen to paper.
Those ink blots
translating
an eternal language.
Each word a paradigm
of the Poets' Truth.
 Aug 2014
Maggie Emmett
At Summer Solstice, the Sun is far
distant from the celestial equator
and that day is the longest of the year.
From Khufu’s Great Pyramid at Giza
the scarlet Phoenix with the golden crest
swoops silent and low across the Delta.
Only half a millennium of life
before it passes to the flames of fire
and is reborn again from charred ashes.
This yang bird, fiery and blood cardinal
a solar flare blazing incandescent
pumps joy from the igneous heart of earth
erupts red hot energy volcanic
exciting and swirling the power of Qi.
Sun’s light and heat brings universal life,
and worshipped as Samash, Mithras and Ra,
Aztec God Tezcatlipoca,
Greek Helios, Phoebus and Apollo.
Now comes the agile Phoenix, sunset-stained
Broad-winged and gliding in the cloudless skies
Certain source of abundance and plenty
Plump-rich each berry, mango, peach, pear, plum.
Squeeze juicy sweet and succulent to taste
Summer full blown, mature and glorious.

© M.L.Emmett
 Aug 2014
Unknown
Perhaps I cried before I wrote this
Perhaps the tears are fresh upon
My face, flushed with tragedy
This pain is unreal

I have seen
My closest friend
Bring a hand up
Right before my eyes
And swallow her demise
In the form of pills
And yes, I cried

I remember the car crash
That left me unscathed
While four other bodies
Smoldered in wreckage
And I cried

I tumbled through six months
Institutionalized on suicide watch
And my only friend disappeared
And I cried every day

I watched a little boy
Jump from a shoal near the riverbank
And miss his step
He was underwater for fifty six minutes
His name was Elijah
And I cried for him

I heard the gunshot
That took the life of my cousin
And downstairs
Was a horror scene
And I cried

But this...
...this pain
The knee-buckling strike
Of losing the only calm
Ever to see this storm
Leaves me screaming
Head pounding
Eyes closed
And where warmth
Used to lay next to me
Lies but a cold shadow of a memory
One that mocks me for my mistakes

Perhaps I cried while I wrote this
Perhaps



I find myself whispering in the dark:





*I don't want to sleep alone anymore...
 Aug 2014
Jonny Angel
My take's a bit different
about loving a poet.
I say do it, get one and hang on.
They'll teach you everything
from living real
to getting ******.
And it won't be a status quo ride either,
one where you hide inside,
thinking about dreams,
you'll be the center
of their entire universe.
And even if it's only for awhile,
what difference does it make.
Going out in style
is better than being fake.
Start a real fire...burn with a poet.
 Aug 2014
Hollow
Was her last request, and bound to her I happily acquiesced  
In that moment I found strength in her misplaced optimism, the faintest whisper of hope

As she turned away, I told her, "You'll be back in no time", not realizing what a cruel lie that must have been
For months I waited as seasons changed, mocking me with their linear courses

My window became my mirror, but all that was reflected marked tragedy
The phone call had my heart coiled in the cold grip of reality, and I fled inwards, locking myself away
I had known the truth, but for months sought to deny myself closure

At the funeral, looking into her once green eyes, I screamed in blind fury, cursing her addictions and beauty
She had the courtesy not to respond

Sometimes, in my head, I jump back six and a half years and return to that dusty window sill
Still waiting

I sit there and hope, although I'm not sure for what
Your name is forever a part of me

I still love you, I suppose, and with all my heart can reach out with, I want you to come back

I did what you said

I waited
Please...?
 Aug 2014
Celtic Lass
crescent moon ascends
with cheshire smile the night grins
darkness scoffs at us
 Aug 2014
Poetic T
Floating in air,
Surrounded
By flocks of geese,
Giving me an awkward stare,
I glide between the clouds
Vapour mixed with crystalline tears,
I could stay here forever
Gliding,
Quite,
Thoughts,
So clear up here,
But I am still a prisoner
Gravity pulls me down,
Cant be felt but always there
Miles,
Meters,
Feet,
Coming up fast
I pull my cord
My wings of silk expand
Save me,
From what would have awaited
I sail gently to the earth
The rush of the
Heavens,
to
Earth,
The rush of freedom
Falling through open air.
Keep them close hold them tight
with them be as long you can
love them whole day and night
life is too brief a span!

Bonds are fragile time merciless
frail is the bridging link
fleeting are moments of small happiness
go would they all in a wink!

Keep them to you as long you can
give them the all you own
fill as much this short span
love them not leave them alone!

Days wear out past comes fast
forever is a figment of solace
love them hard so long they last
treasure them in warm embrace!
 Aug 2014
Maggie Emmett
Morning pallor on a grey day
not a five cent shine
to the sun.

Bitumen hissed all night
trees tossed and tangoed
shuddered and split.

Navy clouds, blue with rain
surfed in from the ocean
racing on the wild wind
learning to scream.

The stones listened
moon listed and tried to find
a space in the cloud-tide rush
to quiet-light the gloom.

Morning Armistice on a pale grey day
of debris and displacement
refugees and leaf litter
surrender and detachment
silent and still
only a five cent shine to the sun

© M.L.Emmett
 Aug 2014
Adele
I met an illusionist
Deceived by his tricks
watch him clearing the mist
A theater where audience
was enticed.
Dexterous wand in his hand
A real métier with
a craft of magic,
welcome to his land.
Then I roused from a spell
Reasonably au fait with such hoodwink
I can see myself sinking
in a blink.

-A

8/17/14
Yeah he's good.
 Aug 2014
Wanderer
You're on the edge of my taste
Tongue slow swirl and lingering
Along all of your dips, all of your hollows
Salty sweet, heady summer honey
I want to get drunk off of you
Lay in the sunshine
Soak up your scent
Bright eyes stare into mine
Brimming with the force of your smile
Steam rises in our wake
Peripheral vision goes dark
All we can see is the beginning
The end
All roads in between
Memories dance along the tips of our fingers
Tracing the universe between our heat
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