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 Jan 2017
Lady Bird
torn by the blade of lies
the core of the hurting soul
hanging from the thread of love
a trapped heart no longer whole
 Jan 2017
Lady Bird
the traquilled waters flowed
awaking her inner child
light engulfs the darkness
enclosing her past behind

enchanting beauty shines
hidden under nature's blanket
something very special
calling her soul of pure bliss

deep and beyond the underworld
she has finally arrived safely
just where she was meant to be
home within the seams of the sea
 Jan 2017
Lazhar Bouazzi
Across the oozy leaden sky
A seagull with a battle cry
Hurried to his ultimate task
Before the sky puts on his mask.

Nobody knew what his task was
Except that his time drew to a pause
And that he had to hurry because
From the open he had to retreat.

The bird knew that but he was wayward
Swimming in the airy wave beak forward
Skating flying but always eastward
Heedless of the dark like a poet.

LazharBouazzi, January 20, 2017
Losing what you thought you once had
is the most difficult pain to endure,

Realising you never had it to begin with
does not ease the pain - recovery
it does not assure.

By Lady R.F ©2017
 Jan 2017
betterdays
fingertips,
twitch itch and burn
with need

need to touch
torch-hot flesh
to feel, white-hot soul
ooze through thin-skin membrane

toungetips rake softlips
stealing murmurings
of heart and head
leaving desire
simmering  there instead

yearnings, deeper delvings
desperate dionysion delusions
draining staining steaming seeming
never ending mind bending soul rending ***

stealing silent sombulent kissses
of fearful guilty farewell
trip tip-toeing doors silently closing
need hosing, shamful moseying away
from who the....what the...oh hell!

fingertips tapping drumming
hunover mind blown but still hummin
no excuse away from home and lonely
awaiting the bill, cash only,
cause credit be evidence of crime of illicit time

now despondent knowing heart-sore
bad to the bone core, never wash away rime
dang, stuffed up to one's own detriment
balancing on earth-quaking, slip-sliding
no-place, nowhere to be hiding, mudsliding firmament
thinking deep, dark, stark stupidity rules
now just me the jester and the fools
all counting the cost and consequence
of one night, tispy cheap drunk nasty, nasty  thrill
Writing exercise only... me and the gnarly  surferdude are still strong and good....
You know
that you are truly loved
and valued
when you are protected,
especially when you're not there
to defend yourself,

You know
that you are cherished
when your richness
is counted in reassurance,
not in tangible wealth.

You know
that you are truly needed
when loyalty is emotional,
as well as physical,

You know
that you are really wanted
when you are supported
and never ever made to feel mental.

You just know!

By Lady R.F ©2017
I truly, truly believe this
with all of my heart and soul.
You just know!
 Jan 2017
Arfah Afaqi Zia
It was him
It was the honesty in his eyes
The integrity and beauty of his heart-
That could mend my oh so broken heart
Fill up my scars and calm my troubled soul,

It was the way that he smiled at me
The way that he would say 'i love you'
It was the power in these words-
That could mend my oh so broken heart
Fill up my scars and calm my troubled soul,

It was his sincerity
His showered love for me
And his affection for me-
That could mend my oh so broken heart
Fill up my scars and calm my troubled soul.
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