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 Oct 2017
Jenny Gordon
hi.  [funny thing about chancing upon that particular title is my first boyfriend used to wrestle with my brothers and I]


(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCV)


Ah, silver twilight! mists like to a veil
Down in the valley, maples nod from hence
Their greener boughs as rain 'non whispers thence--
That voice my soul harks unto, low and frail
Yet oh, how sweet!  If only in betrayl
I could 'gain lose me on that haunting sense
Which tugs at nary sleeve, yet knows fr'intents
What I sae yearn t'embrace, light waxing pale.
My brother sez thet all does change as twere,
Um, after we are one, though neither to
Effect know truly, 'cept by what, in poor
'Scuse, others say.  The Word of God is true.
I'm sick of waiting...yet.  Leaves dimly stir,
This half-light all I cherish, without you.

14Oct17c
Laugh at me.
 Oct 2017
Cheryl Ann Warner
Serenity of the calm trees
I take it all in
subtle stillness, with a cam breeze
Rain falling lightly, remain with solitude
I'm watching the trees stand still
In my life this will be the light
Maintain security with wholeness
Attain all opportunities  that will fill
          your heart
After the storm pray for each day
laughter will help find your way
Photograph memories of the past
graph your life like a map
Believe in yourself
Retrieve confidence
Weave together your life
Leave behind all excessive emotions
Achieve  to highest standards
Accept yourself as you are
After the storm
Thereafter live each day on
your own terms
AFTER THE STORM
 Oct 2017
nivek
Ancestors finger painted the first walls
- walls of shelter
a black cave where harnessed fire flickered
and made the paintings dance

Their Sun still rises
and we share their Moon

Except now Man has walked on the Moon

and is entertaining the possibility
of going to Mars

and going to Mars to search out caves
to shelter from the radiation

I wonder what will be the first painting
-perhaps a blue planet called home.
 Oct 2017
Mystic904
Quills be dragged over young tattered pages
Until dries off red ink, trapped in the cages
Stop constructing walls for the ocean's siege
Let flow, before witness thy dam's breach
 Oct 2017
CA Guilfoyle
I think it quite strange living here walled by this house
when I was wilder than now I lived in nature
stalking birds and pollen laden things
always my toes in sands or hot footed in summer.
I was in love with the sky, no matter the weather
in storms I hid beneath branching cedars
sleeping on mossy pillows, in the woods of my backyard.
I never gave much thought to houses then, I only went there
to sleep or eat and waited to leave again
waited for an inkling of sun to warm the cold grass
spent days climbing trees, red plums and cherries
I imagined that's how life would always be,
living outdoors under the sun or clouds
wet with rain, always picking flowers.
 Oct 2017
Andrew Guzaldo c
ALWAYS
“My dear, your words hold,
Me like a hostage,
Trapped inside an empty box,
Captivated in finding a way out,

Always anxious to get a,
Glimpse of what once was,
I knew that this was love,
A love that could last an eternity,  

Or so we once thought.
We were ripped apart by others,  
Baring obsequious temerity,
Confusing us in mendacious ways,

If not for the distance between us,
However if there was no palaver talk,
Just maybe we would be together,
No matter what we decide,
There must be some end to this love tale?  
Still worrisome about our future,
But one thing is for sure as hell,
Hating each other is not an option;  

I shall crave you always to fill,
This empty hole in my Soul,
I will be with you,
ALWAYS and FOREVER"
 Oct 2017
Autumn Rose
Dance swiftly, my briar rose,
for in autumns lament you shall not seek repose

Cry bitterly,  my willow tree,
for the silver haired maid is long lost at sea

Sing serenely, my morning stars,
for the poetic moon is no longer ours

*
... Hear my whispers in the dark ...
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