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 Jan 2018
Jennifer Weiss
I made an idol out of love.
Romanticized
Theorized
But never came out above.
The tumultuous sea
of emotions in me
that waged war
on your shores
Beat continuously against you,
the beach.

I thought that's what love was.
Passion.
Fire.
Dancing.
Idols.

I burnt out bright
smoldering ash in the night.
And when I cooled,
realized I was fooled.
Because the only true love there is,
is Light.
On this night let’s take a walk
together just you and me,
holding hands we’ll count stars
with a kiss for each, we see.

Down a path, into a garden,
lined in Queen Anne’s Lace,
we’ll make beautiful memories
those that even time, cannot erase.

Loving you is like breathing,
true beauty of a heavenly design,
just as our seeds of love were sown,
forever into a growing vine.

As angels sing of beautiful love,
filling the sweet-scented night air,
a Joyful melody of sound,
reveals the love we share.

On this night let’s take a walk
until the sun meets our star-filled eyes,
and then when the stars twinkle and shine
we’ll walk again through paradise.
 Jan 2018
Deeba
Long long ago, not so long ago
a small tiny bud blossomed
into an amorous beautiful flower
with a soul of love.

It pledged to the God
" You poison me
You pluck me
and throw me on the ground.
I will remain strong
in their hearts
Until death sets them apart."

God was challenged
by this little flower

He sent snow, thunder, hail storms
cyclones, tsunamis, heat waves
to **** the flower.
But nothing worked. Sigh!..

Then he sent mystical bees
to **** its nectar and shatter it down.

Slowly but steadily
the battle of love was fading
But its faith was so strong
that it stood up yet again
refusing to die.

God was pleased by the devotion
and vowed to keep it alive
as long as it wishes to.

Today after an year of togetherness
in the institution of marriage
blessed by the god and all the loved ones
the little flower shines with pride
more than ever
and spreads smiles all over.
 Jan 2018
Angie Marcano
I lay in the cold grass.
It’s prickling and tickling my body.
But I lay there anyways.

My eyes wide open.
I look to the sky.
As if the sky was a vast blue sea. Waiting to be conquered. Waiting to be explored.

The stars are out.
As if they were all those sailboats returning home. Millions and millions of lights looking for a place to go.
Eternally sailing.

The moon is full.
As if it was the light house that’s guiding them back.
Mesmerizing anyone who looked into the light.
Blinding my soul.

Not a cloud in sight.
There is no tide.
Everything scattered
but just where it should be.

I reach my hand out,
as if to grab something.
Anything.
This masterpiece I could never reach.
Trying to embrace it with my thoughts.
Trying to take a mental picture as to never forget.
Letting it know that someone admires it.

And as it reflects in only my eyes,
I think to myself:

“Maybe you’re watching this too”
 Jan 2018
Willy Shakysphere
I close my eyes and in the darkness
I see you, my enchanting ecstasy, walking
Down a cobblestone street in silhouette.
Carefully placed footsteps echoing the
The pavement - without the slightest of regret.
Through the faint gas lit corridor
Vintage smells and a whispering wind
Accompany my meandering thoughts.
No matter where I go -
No matter when I go –
Footsteps going forward
Revealing the past.

In a cumbersome transom blended
With a tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap
Of a horse drawn carriage –
Therein a song is revealed.
Where else but in silent music do dreams
Blend reality with one’s emotions?
Aye - there in my mind’s eye -
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap.

Do I have any life but this? Tap -
If not - let me lead it from here. Ta -
No death there be ‘lest - Tap -
Dispelled from there. Tap -
Nor any ties to earths to come. Ta -
Nor any action in any effort of new. Tap -
Except in the blessed extent - Ta -
Of this other realm of loving you. - Tap -

And in my mind’s eye –
The music,
Tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap -
Of cobblestone and hoof –
Ta-tap
Returns me to ....

Nostalgic piece about thoughts of times long past and about the sounds, sights and smells that time travel one to previous times.
I wanna be in your arms
I wanna get lost in them
They are my sole respite
From the tyranny
Of the world
Which but
Appears cruel
The ocean of things unknown
Beneath your eyes
Echoes out to me
O honey
Come O come
Let the ship of my
Burning azure desires
Find its stormy way
To the shores of
Peace
Let my one half
Find its place
In the petty
Days of my life
Oh so happy is one
To get lost in this
Black hole
Oh but black is the
The one you find
When all other s
Get lost in each other
Loading their
Gravity
The profanity
Of their bonds
Breaks barriers
Physical and mental alike
To find a place
Better than anything else
Exchanging speechless messages
And precious glances
Of the determination
To get lost in a happy puzzle
Of life
In quest
Of each other's
Life's glory
Oh I happily
Dive into
This ocean!!
 Jan 2018
Willy Shakysphere
My nature, once pleaded for one of these darling ones!
The amazing hope only found in the fair women down here.
A strength found only in the wilderness having the ability
To drink bourbon until dawn being absolutely naughty
And then the next morning to show you how to properly
Use a fork and knife while signing thank you cards.
To be raised up to all the heights any man could bear:
Has my God ordained my fate to be southern reborn?
Perhaps he has indeed given this soul another turn.
Gullied without a patriot's name, have I lost my sense?
Yet to be treated as if I were by law a prince.
Am I so brave or just this Belle’s tool?
I never saw a patriot yet that wasn’t a fool.
Here comes she now with religion and the laws
Should I be Absalom or should I be David's cause?
But I am the instructor, or have I lost my place?
She has taken me over with so much grace.
Good heavens, how fast must a patriot pant!
She stole me away by saying “A saint I ain’t.”
Pulling off my shoes as she pulls me down from my throne
I cross my eyes as I moan and I groan.
A kingly battle within the sweetest of torments,
Was their ever a prerequisite or my consent?
The look in her eyes – flames, fire and fury – nothing to lose.
Inferring this infernal night is ours to depose;
Oh God it’s true she’s petitioned me to approve her by choice,
But are not my hands still powered by my voice?
So my pious subjects, for my safety please pray.
I do think this Belle has taken all my will away.
Read it aloud - makes it better somehow...
 Jan 2018
Imran Islam
Oh, smiley dream girl, you'll be my beloved
your mind will be filled
with my loving touches
and I will be enjoying your beauty
with my thirsty eyes
I will hide you with love in my heart!

I can't forget your first smiling face
how much weak was I on your eyes!
If you give me a little romance
then I will be melted into your heart!

My morning roses are just for your smile
I will give you the best of me
and fill your heart with happiness
tell me, when will you be my sweetheart?
BE
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