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 Aug 2014
Christopher Lowe
My answer to When did love begin:
Possibly when nature had no man
And then peace was first to love
It loved harmony and in return
Harmony loved peace
Until man traipsed in
And glimpsed his pale reflection
In the deep blue waters
Then peace found conflict
And harmony found discord
Love was lost to the lust of man
 Aug 2014
nivek
the darkness of imagination took control
sped me far away and out of reach
Time would do its thing
while I slowly came back to myself
super fast thinking slowed to reasoned pace
and later I would understand the attack
 Aug 2014
SG Holter
Remember not to leave the
Refrigerator door of
Your heart
Open.
 Aug 2014
Michael Amery
Fishermen do not cast their nets hoping for anything;
Why do you?
 Aug 2014
Amitav Radiance
Every day he saw her by the window
Never did she step out in the garden
Searching for something in distant land
Not aware of his presence as he passed by
Only the window to her outside world
He could read the silent remorse in her eyes
Colorful flowers bloomed in her garden
But never was she aware of the colors
She was a silent observer in another land
He could never breach the precinct of her world
Her eyes were never a window to her soul
Never lifted the veil which draped her
He could not stir any feelings in her frozen heart
The winter had never left her heart
An avalanche of sorrow engulfed her soul
Frozen in the past, not aware of the present
Searching for something in the distant land
 Aug 2014
Emma Pickwick
She was the kind of beauty that was not to be heavily applied and caked,
She was the kind that rolled over in untucked sheets the next morning with a slight glimmer in her eye, and a rosy tint to her cheeks.
The kind with long eyelashes, and a wardrobe full of cotton striped tee shirts.
She was gentle, sweet, and told ***** jokes on car rides home.
She was the kind of beauty you find in low budget indie films,
The kind that warms the pit of your stomach when she walks in a room,
The kind that didn't strike twice.
 Aug 2014
nivek
Tarzan, I really liked the African animals,
and sure the freedom of the jungle

I guess looking around,
I chose the desert island

Robinson Crusoe
always took me somewhere else

the sedate living of it all
yes, without the strenuous swinging
 Aug 2014
r
tinted postcards
from Vienna-
Munich oils on canvas-
a self portrait
on a stacked-stone bridge-

rejected, the painter painted
yellow stars-broken glass
Judenstern and Kristallnacht

no starry night,
no van Gogh-
der Führer was no master,
Mein Kampf no masterpiece.

r ~ 8/25/14
\¥/\
  |     Night of broken glass
/ \
 Aug 2014
SG Holter
Don't drink.
Don't smoke.
Drive slow.
Don't love.

Don't pat the animals;
One in a thousand
Might bite.
You'll be safer in a pine box.

Sometimes it's the
Cure for cancer
That kills
You.
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