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 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
None cares how much deep is your wound;
They think how much profit they have got from it.
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 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
Nobody will tell you which way is the best;
It is your own sensibility which path you choose.
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 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
Thank you is a smile
Wrapped with soft words
All hug it if you give it
For they feel it inwardly.

Thank you is a rose
Full of sweet fragrance
All smell it if they get it
For their soul pines for it.
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 Nov 2014
mark john junor
back to all the yesterdays
back to the stack of love letters
written in night's sorrows
to all thouse lovers left behind
back to simple truth of it
back to the one true heart and the knowin
back to your beginnings

play the cards dealt
play like you love the game
even though its the hardest thing you've ever done
play like you believe that romance is a means to an end
that the heart can be brought and paid for
like your true heart can be one of them
cause they will hurt you if you stand apart
if you show your true nature
so play like you love the game
play the cards dealt

it will be in the moonlight
of some none too distant night
you will come upon another soul that sings
come upon another heart that breaths like you do
and you will know
see the truth in the lovin
that its more than some hearts game
that its more than some adventure in the sheets
you will know the hearts song
 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
I remember
                    I remember
adolescence did tango before me
and like a lover
it filled me with passion
to touch her as she passed by

I remember
                    I remember
I was awash with fire
That kept burning within
How swiftly snow melted away
How soon I watched  
Landscape full of blossoms
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 Nov 2014
Dagoth I Am
I went down the the gas station
for no particular reason,
heard the screams from the high school
it's football season.
empty lot the station faces,
will probably be there forever.
I climbed over the four foot fence,
I was trying to sever the tether.
moon in the sky, cold as a stone
spend each night in your arms,
Always wake up alone.

I lay down in the weeds, it was a real cold night.
I was happy until the overnight attendant switched on the floodlight.
walking home I was talking to you under my breath,
saying things I would never say directly.
I heard a siren on the road highway ahead.
kinda wish they'd come and get me
frost on the sidewalk, white as a bone
tried to get close to you again,
always wake up alone.

and as i was crossing our doorstep,
i hesitated just a moment there.
remembered the day we moved into our small house
'til the vision got too vivid to bear.

you were almost asleep, halfway undressed
i lay right down next to you
held your head against my chest.
and a guy with any kind of courage
would maybe stop to think the matter through
maybe hold you still and raise the question,
instead of blindly holding on to you.
but we crank up the heat
and you giggle and moan,
spend all night in the company of ghosts,
always wake up alone
 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
Human sorrows are woodlice;
They eat hope and courage!
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 Nov 2014
Michael Humbert
I remember your scent well,
Of all things, coconut.

My clothes, my pillow,
It all smelled like you.

I clung to that scent and I knew it was fading,
"Please don't go."

You even sent me a letter smelling of you,
So your scent would be always be near.

And for months after, that scent made me recoil,
As all the memories came flooding back.

And now the scent is once again benign,
A gentle reminder of a love now lost.
 Nov 2014
John Stevens
We still hear
your voice on the
       phone:
compelling
comforting
compassionate


My wife and I talk
about you
        often:
sweet man
concern for you
could be our son


She read the poem
"To: Letter Four" and
        cried:
still crying - from time to time
she cares for you
so do I


She said; you are
the reason I am at
        Hello Poetry:
I am here for you
how can we help you?
I am writing again - because of you


God leads us in the
path we are to
        travel:
I listen
He nudges
I follow


Forgiveness of my self
begins with accepting
        "ME":
*as I am
not as I want to be
God takes care of - the rest
(c) 10-10-10
People walk over me
Like a beaten path
In a crumbling forest
And my branches do not shake
The winds do not stir
Nay, my weathered roots
Lay immobile at their feet
They walk all over me,
And I let them.
 Nov 2014
Dagoth I Am
I feel like im drowning
My head is pounding
My heart is quaking
I cant stop shaking

Im my worst enemy
Ill be the first to betray me
Why does she love me?
I can feel it when she hugs me

She makes me feel complete
But i cant stay on my feet
The way she sees me... I dont think i can compete
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