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 May 2014
K Balachandran
Munch,
munching your voiceless scream
from thick air surrounding him all day long,
he screamed in all colors you painted,
in a nightmare, all night long,
healed, got up fit as a fiddle
in the new morn ready to face a day,
just the same as before,
the cycle  goes on.
Edward Munch, Norwegian painter, The Scream(1893)
 May 2014
K Balachandran
Her red shoe heels
made clicking sounds
aloud,
around the hall
attracting attention;
his shoes,
alluring, plush,
black magic silence
power worn on feet
cried for recognition.

loudness gravitated
towards silence

black silence  angled wild red

he measured her
foot to hip,
she focused on his  intense face

the silence
with in the precinct
approved their
illegitimate cravings.

Avarice for attention
came together
held hands,
kicked up their heels,
to **** competition
in *******.
 May 2014
Meenu Syriac
You're a starlight I caught myself gazing at,
I can paint you with colors of the night.
Looking out the window
You're that star in the sky
That shines the brightest.
So elegant, I can see your slight twinkle
Like you're doing your own dance.
I can almost see it now,
How when I see you,
My self, deep inside
All I want to do
Is join you in that dance.
Behind these walls I'll stay
And fall into this trance .
I'll gaze at you and weep
My soul is trapped,
No wings of freedom
No joy to make me leap.
With every passing moment
I paint you with the colors of the night.
I know every star that adorns the sky
Every diamond that dots the nightscape.
But in this cage I'll sit and watch
You're the one star I wish upon,
Every night.
I don't know what's with me and the night sky today.
 May 2014
Luna Lynn
your name means the sun and the sea
and you're also the star of the ocean;
so the Hebrews believed
but I can tell you my sweet
you mean the world
you mean everything to me
from the moment you were born
I fell in love with your voice
I became attached to your smile
and I became engrossed deep into those beautiful eyes
the way your curls formed a maze of wonder over your face
God had made the perfect child
above all else
amidst the surroundings
and what may seem
painfully true
there will never be a moment in time
when my heart stops beating for you
so keep laughing
and keep growing
you keep being you
keep painting the world
with the joy that is due
an angel on earth
a sea's shining star
dance the waltz of your life
my sweet Solimar
My first born niece is the center of my heart. There are circumstances that don't allow me to see her every day and I miss her immensely. She is growing too fast. But I love her all the same. I have never met such a sweet, vibrant, intelligent 6 year old so outgoing and full of life. What a beautiful soul she is!

(C) Maxwell 2014
 May 2014
Poetic T
Just because I'm old and it takes
me an hour to get from A to B,
never judge me as you don't
know who I was the things in
life I have seen.

Age brings knowledge, its brings
arthritis in my left knee, you think
you have seen things son, Ive been
in wars seen **** you never want
to see.

I may look useless but thats the
secret you see, for the old were
young once we fought with knuckles
not like you ******* with guns
and knifes, thats the way of *******.

You may lift a finger to me, but ill just
grab it snap it back, lets see you give the
finger now ya little punk, ill break the
other two if you disrespect me.

I may be old but that doesn't make me
weak, I have knowledge and experience,
kid you just came out your *****, so
think when you speak to your elders.
for we may seem weak and frail but
we can teach you youngsters a thing or three
never judge people by there age..
 May 2014
Poetic T
I write this as i dip
in my quill where words
will be hidden from view
f



or every dip that is done
then words from view now seen
then fading from vie



w. What is a word if not seen or
looked upon by me or you, as
i dip in my quill for the final time.
Can this be understood  filled in the
spaces that



would escape a mind if not for
imagination filled in the spaces
by words choosen by me or you.
Imagination is needed as one poem can become which ever the persons imagination creates
 May 2014
Smiles
It's raining, it's storming
The tools are conforming
Society will be the death of me
Please pills, don't let me wake in the morning
It's sleeting, it's snowing
Their plastic smiles are glowing
Put your make up on, dignity gone
Make sure your "made in China" tag isn't showing
Its windy, the sun is shining!
Their ignorance is blinding!
No hope for mankind, I've lost my mind
There is no silver lining
Anarchy? Anyone?
 May 2014
Poetic T
Look boys its not a toy, you hit
to hard it,ll swell and it'll  be soar
for a few days for me or you not
to touch.

Yes its hairy like a rain forest
some times in the winter I leave
its coat on as frost bit lips hurt
like me kicking you in the nuts.

Summer comes and then I do
trim, I leave a line nicely shaved,
I leave it there so you know
where to touch, its not a hard
place to find hairless or not. But
my **** is in the same place, so
be gentle if you touch.

You need to stoke the fire, kisses
caresses and words of lust, cos if
its not wet then the fire hasn't been
stoked, fingers need nails cut, as
anything sharp put up will lead
to a knee in your face or nuts. If
you try to put it in dry, It'll hurt
me but split your skin you thinking
I'm on but its you bleeding which
will hurt very much.

Its not your **** bank, it does
take deposits but you don't have
to jack hammer it, use your hand
with **** if you fancy it hard then
play with your hand.

Its a thing of beauty so treat as
such, respect the ****** and do
take care its your wet patch for
you to poke but try hurt it and
my nails will grind your nuts to dust...
thinking from a ladies point of view.
 May 2014
Amour de Monet
I wanted to
give you the world
but all I have
are these
two small hands
and they
only hold so much
 May 2014
amrutha
Would you like to rest in my celestial garden
All day, all night, would you?
That place knows neither regret nor pardon
How could you breathe all this while, could you?
Come with me, I'll introduce you to freedom
I have a feeling you'll love the taste of it
Just like the world of your midnight dreams
Your soul my passion would carefully lit.
Welcome to my celestial garden
See how marvelous a humming bird is?
Worry not about who else will follow
Just friendly demons of desire, you will permit.
 May 2014
Ariel Knowels
Love is complicated, but it doesn't resonate between two people
It burns more brightly, when you’re dancing in between the fires of the sun
It’s fervent when you’re watching the stars collapse on each other
It’s all encompassing when the black hole ***** you in
The space around us licks our arms and legs as we dance with one another
When I lean in for a kiss, I can feel the cosmos reaching out to me
I can feel the constellations change when we embrace
And when you touch me, it’s as if the nebulae rebirth themselves
Comets only come once in a while
And it seems you’re riding the radiant tail of Halley’s
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