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 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Sitting by the window
of a one engine plane
Thinking to myself
this is insane

The instructor got up
and opened the door
“Step up to the line”
marked on the floor

Jump off the edge
hands by your side
Falling so quick
like a bird I will glide

The wind whistling in my ears
sounding like a flute
Now the time has come
to open up my chute

Body rips violently
up towards the sky
Glad that it opened
now I won't die

Spiraling down
without saying a word
Knowing what it feels like
to fly like a bird

Before you know it
here comes the ground
Make a soft landing
without making a sound

Back to the hanger
my chute I will tote
I'd do it again
If I get to vote
 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
You carried me for nine months
inside of your womb
It wasn't an easy pregnancy
of this you may presume

Thank you for changing me
when my diapers were soiled
and for the time you spent holding me
All the time you toiled

When it was time for me to go to school
I really screamed and cried
It's because I love you
I didn't want to leave your side

Then when I became a teen
I seemed to find trouble
But you never let it get to me
protected by your bubble

I went and joined the army
on this you would cry
I told you not to worry
You were afraid that I would die

After I got married
what a grandmother you would make
But for you the Lord had other plans
Up to heaven He would take

The pain has lessened
slowly through the years
All except Mothers Day
That's a day filled with tears
 May 2016
Lora Lee
I am in limbo
      between universes
between stars
I am ensconced
       in my own light
in tangible luminance
stored deep inside
                   tiny
                      glass jars
I am whirling into new orbit
     as I take on this luster,
                 this shine
I furl forth choices
in magic spells weaving
                   and take back        
what was always
so rightfully mine
I now hold the staff
      that will part the seas
of my new way
       in this labor
because, honey, there
ain't no time
to waste
no horse
        no glowing, knighted savior
Until this hour
              I was crawling
         but I now I start to rise
as I have my final say
               and the northern lights
         spew out from behind my eyes
I am through with
          this land of ice, land of jagged spires
It is time to bust up
             all those submissive plans
          and spray the whole
place with arctic fire
yeah time to mark it
juice it up
till it licks up pain, till it burns
release pent up years
              of unneeded conflict,
of tensed up
           twists and turns
so just you try
to break me apart
as I try to navigate
between tectonic plates
on two lands
The only knight here
          is my own true self
the situation neatly
in my
     hot little hands
Written with the assistance of assorted empowering musical mind trips, such as New World part 2 and Polar Intertia-Vertical Ice.
 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Porcelain doll
Lovely face
Sitting there
Full of grace

Held up by
Your wooden stand
That frilly dress
Looks so grand

Beautiful little
Baby blues
A pair of
Black shiny shoes

Wish you could speak
Unable to talk
Get off your stand
And take a walk

Face never changing
Always staying the same
Having no emotion
Is part of the game

Arms and legs
They'll never bend
Wish that you
Could have a friend

After a while
That case becomes a cage
A small price to pay
Cause you never age

Maybe someday
You'll come to life
You will find love
You'll be a wife
 May 2016
shaffu shafiq
When I close my eyes.
Find you nearby.
It is just like the real world.
Chilly wind and too cold.
When I open my eyes.
With full of tears.
Coming out of the world.
Where you are special to have & to hold.
Out of my fantasy world.
I miss you and die.
To see you in my life.
I have to close my eyes.
None understand it and nobody cares.
Only listening our story and big cheers.
Just like music tune in their ears.
It is you only please
Understand my imaginary world.
Where you are enfolded with gold.
Where love couldn't be sold.
When I close my eyes
I feel,I am a king.
And you my Queen.
And you fairy with wings..
Holding my hand & flying so high.
One world to another world
No barriers no boundaries..
When I close my eyes.
Sun rays salute you.
Moon kisses you.
Morning wishes you.
Evening invites you.
And night waits you..
When I close my eyes.
For a short while.
To see your smile.
Your dashing style.
Your name in my hearts file.
When I close my eyes.
I lost in my world.
It is too radiant and shine.
Because here you are mine.

By shaffu..
 May 2016
Pauline Morris
Poets are the watchers in the tower
Scribbling, watching, waiting, hour after hour

They watch the depravity of man
They see their sinful plans
They watch the planet breath
They mourn as it bleeds
They watch the changing of the seasons
Connect the dots, make it all rhyme with reason
They watch the winged things fly
Shot down, plummet from the sky
They watch the good and the bad play out
From the paper the poets scream out and shout

They write about beauty and about what makes one cower
For they have endless combinations of words, endless power
They can drain you of hope, or make you flower
They are the watchers in the tower
 May 2016
Kara Jean
Rush of success
brutal trusting
Sensibility, briefly
Using it in a perplex and deceiving claim
Chaos, is her calmness
Designed, to harness energy
Absorbing, more than her worth
Power is implemented
A mighty resistance
Others would **** for royalty
She walks naked,
without an ounce of shame
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