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 Dec 2016
Jonathan Witte
At last the autumn
wind has stripped
the branches bare.
Even insubordinate
trees now stretch

their naked limbs
along a leaf of sky;

timber ledger lines
compose a staff
where birds rest
as quarter notes,
the nested chimes
of winter’s song.

You and I unlace
our leather boots.

We wait for snow,
white and absolute,
to change the score,
to blanket measured
roots, a silent chorus.
 Dec 2016
Valsa George
Come on my Love! Let us move to the East
Where the sun resurrects after his interim death
Where darkness first gives way to light
And life renews itself every morn

Look to the East beyond those crooked hills
Where poplars grow tall in line
And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways
Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump
And merrily run round the trees
Where the wind moves whistling through bamboo reeds
Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks
And flow along in silvery rills
Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves

Away from the tumult, far from the crazy crowd
With the pandemonium of the world
Hushed to serene silence
Let us move to that sequestered glade
Of perennial greenery,
through the sunlit grove
Where we shall walk hands locked
Till the bright day gives way to dusky night
Inhaling night air in scented perfume
Under the stillness of a star lit sky
Through moon blanched woods, mysterious
Listening to the sweet whispering of our soul
And ‘drinking life to the lees’ from the chalice of love

Oh! Come on,
Let us not tarry…. Let’s go!
On this day,
The anniversary
Of my birth,

I am most grateful
For every blessing
That I have received,
Each precious day
Has been a gift;
Priceless in worth!

By Lady R.F ©2016
Grateful - most thankful and blessed to celebrate my birthday with my precious family and friends.
 Dec 2016
phil roberts
I've used up the speed I used to need
Running hard at walls
All I got was blood and snot
And a large boot in the *****
But it's not over
Nothing's done
Oh no
The fight goes on

I've had knock backs from throwbacks
And been ridiculed by imbeciles
Half wits have had their say too
But eventually I'll get through
The fight goes on
On and on
Until I change their minds

                                         By Phil Roberts
 Dec 2016
Polar
Mine eyes seek the treasure of peace to behold

It's Thor, God of war

That your arms enfold.

Symphonies are written in honour of peace

As well as war.

You can stop fighting now

Just stop.

Accept the deliverance of olive branches

And let your rage subside

Gently as the falling of dove feathers.

Your enemies have died

Yet you battle on

With nights spent alone

Excluding all

Except the tempest in your mind.

Alas until you follow the way of peace

The storm you hold will abide, not cease

And as Tolstoy said

"The two most powerful warriors

  Are patience and time"

Each of which you'll find

Are mine.
 Dec 2016
r
I head out at twilight
only to return each dawn,
wading the muddied waters
of my youth, and mysteries
of a history misremembered,
or wishfull, wistful memories,
wanting to revisit in dreams
those things that defy the laws
of physics, yet knowing I can't
go back, and each breath I take
reminds me forever of that fact.
 Dec 2016
phil roberts
I fell
out of a dream
and I'm still falling

                           By Phil Roberts
 Dec 2016
beth fwoah dream
the night’s unfamiliar
shiver of last leaves
from trees silent
as frost.
the world is gold
and bronze.
the shadows melt,
flame, bend, unwind
discover still currents
of dark earth
where the sleepy
stream murmurs
that the moon
is a ghost of
water,
that her midnight
streams are
the strangest of
strangest
songs.
 Dec 2016
Keith Wilson
Home is the place where all hearts turn
When Christmas comes again

The place that draws you through the fog
The snow the wind and rain

To take your place beside the fire
Wherever it may be

And hope for peace, and good cheer
And gay festivity

Year by year the same old words
Of greetings we repeat

But never seem to tire
When friends and families meet

So rejoice right through to Christmas night
And  over the world's dark shadows
Cast some some heavenly light

Keith Wilson. Windermere, UK 2016
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