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 Mar 2017
moonlight
Dainty flowers
angel kisses
inviting
sunshine
in a warm
embrace
sigh
 Mar 2017
Gidgette
I love her
Not in a ****** way, but
She's my friend, my friend
She helps me so much
For 7 years Ive known her
Laughed and cried with her
She hugs me and my daughter
Makes sure my house is in order
She has capabilities that I do not
I fear for her
She isn't supposed to be here
With her brown skin and Spanish tongue
She works hard
And I love her
And I'm so afraid for her
I don't understand fences
Or "papers of belonging", citizenship
I was born privileged
Free and white
In America
Because my ancestor came here 340 years ago
And begat generation after generation of my blood
I wonder if he had to have papers?
Her journey here nearly killed her
Sent by her mother, with a bottle of water and an aluminum foil wrapped sheep sandwich
Across the dessert
For just the idea of a better life
She was 16 Then
I love her
And by the GOD that loves every colour and nation,
I'll marry her before I let her be dragged into one of those big vans they put "illegals" in
She asked that I not Reveal her name here. I love her. I'll hide her away or marry her before I allow her to be deported. God as my witness.
Im.always waiting for the relapse like a spent sunset and far to overplayed song .
Whispers of what was and never will be .

Im not here now simply try again later for the side of the man you care to see.
Poems are simply pages filled and my stories are far more than cliffnotes to your day.

Play me out sweetheart another fix like all the rest .
Lets create the essence of the obscene let me erase it for my ego just the same.

It's always the elephant in the room i know it all to well for I lived it just the same.

Did it break you as once it did I?
Do we breathe to simply keep living like zombies no answer or direction does apply.

We left it behind to haunt us still .
Guess nothing stays burried forever .
 Mar 2017
Helen
When everything is wrong
This will be my poem
This will be the burning voice
A ghost, giving me no choice

This will be my poem
This is how I will hold on
This will be my forever after
All the tears inside the laughter

This is how I will hold on
This poem will make me strong
Even though my heart is stone
This is what I call home

This poem will make me strong
No matter how long I hold on
I will stand here as long as it takes
Willing my soul whole even as it breaks

No matter how long I hold on
Time is useless when it's gone
My soul will be shattered
but pieces may be gathered

Time is useless when it's gone
but it echoes in my song
This will be my poem
I'll forever call it Home
 Mar 2017
Lora Lee
essences of fire
and ice
        keep wanting
to burst out of me
it is so hard to know
where to end
how to start
           the rivulets
    the torrents
           turn them on like
                   a waterfall faucet
they are there,
the opposing elements
lurking, ready
just under surface
waiting to ooze, pour
secret inner filth
spilling endless
crusty lava
onto the naked
rough-hewn floor
along with purest
of lightbeam

hard to pinpoint
the moment
I knew I loved you
what love
is actually supposed to be
bubbling and frothing beneath
              ice floes, melting
                         hot wax sliding
                      I do not know how
                           to prevent this
          dripping exhaustion
of elongated membranes
from imploding
into the truest
form of encapsulated longing
sharpened pangs
spit-roasted
upon the fibers
of my brain, of my heart
my pain in stop starts
stop no go on
I can't take it
I want it all
can you feel me?
I want it all, I say
thrumming hotly
down
      to
           the last
wild drop
of
  eternity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_pAJc4Q2l8
 Mar 2017
wordvango
the day gone which way and that
I anticipate
a respite
and get
ten million chores and not much thanks
but
at the end I sleep
quite well
for two hours
then begin again
for what
for the day I get to see you
We've always got
that "one more fight" left
deep down inside of us,

We have to keep trying
until we cannot try anymore -
it will either make us
or break us!

By Lady R.F ©2017
 Mar 2017
Angela Okoduwa
A unique flower I had once,
Well watered and in the finest vase.
On the best window ledge it sat
Where the sun's smile was daily
Until it gradually refused to take in water anymore.
Nor flourish.

The air felt stale to it
Its glorious perch it grew to resent
Despite all efforts to nurture,
It chose to wilt.

I step out onto the porch
To the hill I walk
In my search for a flower willing to bloom.
A hand shading my eyes from the sun
I scan the plains ahead,
To the horizon if possible.

All the flowers looked the same
I wanted something different
But none appealed.
In dismay, I turned
And back to my cabin I went.

Now I sit with my elbows on the ledge
Staring at the transparent vase
With its lonely water
Wondering
How long this vase will stay empty.
The flower represents "Love".
The vase represents "Relationship".
 Mar 2017
Angela Okoduwa
She tosses.
She turns.
Restlessness comes with perspiration.
A rather peculiar presence in the room.

The sheets creases more,
They turn damp from her sweat.
Fingers clench them in grips.
And an helpless moan from her lips.

A cold touch she felt on her shin
Eyes fly open.
Gasping and jumping awake.
There across the room was the problem.

The wraith shrouded in the darkness
Skull face as eerie as ever
Eyes like two burning orbs
His pasted sinister smile fixed on her.

With an outstretched hand,
He beckons with a skeletal finger-
It's time!
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