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 Mar 2017
nivek
let my heart skip a beat
my tongue tied
weak knees  
let me dream
my head in the clouds
mind racing a hundred miles an hour
as love finds me once more
and I succumb to her charms
a willing slave.
 Mar 2017
Elizabeth Squires
the woes
the woes
of the poets did
compound
for there were many woes
around

the woes they couldn't
surmount
woes that stayed on the estate's  
mount

poets tormented by woes
day and night
and there was no respite
for their plight

the woes were never
ending
the woes not ever
suspending

the woes such as
plagiarists
taking works in pilfering
fists

so too the trolls on
patrol
on them no firm
control

woes
woes
woes
besetting
the
poetry
community
woes
woes
woes
permitted
to
act
with
licensed
impunity
woes
woes
woes
of
them
not
much
immunity    
woes
woes
woes
 Mar 2017
Randolph L Wilson
If I could be Bear Creek ,
free flowing ,
broad shouldered ,
calm in the heat of summer ,
ferocious in the midst of the storm ,
fluid in every situation ..
Marching to the love of the sea ,
in touch with every bird , every tree
Grinding stones to do my bidding ,
every grain of sand at my beck and call ,
my life's blood a cascading waterfall , enrapturing
the hearts and minds of lovers , firing the
imagination of the young , providing sustenance
to the evening dove , my thoughts are a
virtual flood before parched earth , relieving the dusty trail ,
filling the lowland with love , nourishing
the beast of the field , a living monument before my brothers*...
Copyright March 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Mar 2017
Ola Radka
Blessings
fall on us
like cherry blossoms
in spring.

Gentle
and yet
full of the eternal,
all embracing
forces
of
Life.
 Mar 2017
phil roberts
On cloudless moonlit nights
When the world is silver and darkest blue
And silence seems to reign supreme
If you stretch your hearing inwards
You will hear the distant moans
Of long lost lonely dreams
Homeless and obsolete
Fading away
To become endless shadows

                                           By Phil Roberts
 Mar 2017
Denise huddleston
Whenever you are feeling down
Turn on your favorite sound

Don't you know music soothes the soul
When your demons get you up and out of control

Just play those favorite songs
Get up and scream and shout let your body move around every beat you hear will clear so play along

That's right music soothes the soul
You feel no pain for a moment take control

Come get your fix for the day
Don't become his prey

Open your ears for a pleasant surprise
It won't be your demise

Let the music roll across your body
Let the notes sink in and sit back for the ride and have a hot toddy

Relax and let your mind go
With every beat that fills the air that surrounds you go with the flow

Let the music reach your inner soul
Get into the groove no more worries no more pain as you let the music bang

With every breathe hitting that beat
That's right baby no more pain let it sink in your soul and feel it in your feet

Feel the demon curling up wounded
your starting to feel relief crank up the sound make that devil run and hide
Saving your soul before you die
Written by: Denise Huddleston
 Mar 2017
sunprincess
Rain never came around here anymore
Rain had become a legend
A fairytale of sorts

Rain was just another fantastic dream
Older folks shared with their children
A beautiful  little fantasy

Rain was like Santa Claus,
the easter bunny, and the tooth fairy
All rolled into one

Rain was never real, that was all a lie
Who could ever believe,
water once fell from the sky

Until one fine day unlike any other,
a few drops fell from a cloud
producing the finest of fragrances

And the people all became high and giddy
Some so excited and disoriented,
you would think they drank liquor


And when they all passed out
laying on the ground,
the rain continued falling down
Rain is a very special gift
 Mar 2017
Elizabeth Squires
neath the maple's boughs
copper leaves were tumbling
in a mounded pile
 Mar 2017
TD
In frailty, life welcomes the discerning stare,
as treasures fall and seep.
Sakura clouds whisper secrets,
only Wisdom's foundlings hear.

April approaches on dainty feet,
to don the mourning gown.
Blossoms lace treasured guests
Hanami consumes its bitter--sweet.

Delicate, the precious bloom
stretches wide awake from sleep.
Its tousled morning look
stops the sun to await a groom.

(A young bride is, radiant, aglow
her flushed cheeks and blithe song revealed.)
The brilliant future's momentary gleam,
seedling beauties unfettered--incensed, blow,

pale, untouched by heat or naked skies,
redolent of spring abreast with winter's foil.
Sugu ni (soon) the nursing nightingale
warbles cherry blossoms' silken goodbyes.
Sakura- Japanese cherry tree
Hanami- tradition of picnicking underneath a burgeoning cherry blossom tree.
 Mar 2017
Light House
Do you feel them?  The vibrations.. like lighting.
Do you hear it all?  The sounds.. of thunder.
This is ..us...  ..our theme...
Notes for now.
 Mar 2017
Keith Wilson
A lone tree stands out
Against the stormy sky

On the far side of
The lawn in our garden

Surrounded by snowdrops
Quite a pretty picture!

Keith Wilson March 2017
 Mar 2017
wordvango
claret soft twilight ministrations of sunsets calling
sacraments of feelings forth serving both happiness
and sad memories both warmth and cold
needs untended
a dozen met thousands
untold
in the fold of silver and gold
mended into the horizon's testament
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