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 Aug 2014
Camellia-Japonica
Each night I watch the world wind down,
traffic quietens then falls still.
People, ready for bed slow down and amble away.
To sleep, hopefully dream.
Birds stop singing, sirens stop ringing,
night's peace pervades, and stillness takes hold.
The earth is holding her breath and tongue.
Clutching the silence is akin to touching God.
Calming, reassuring, meditative and childlike.
Lightness of the soul takes hold,
like flight you want to soar up, up and up
until crystalline clarity within the silence shows you truth.
The truth is that the silence is deafening,
we humans need sound in order to drown out any form of truth
© JLB
18/08/2014
01:13 BST
 Aug 2014
Nandini
Once I saw fire in the moon
On the raw night bout to ripen
As she sits on the great walls of night
Singing lullabies to the worldly kin
As I said I saw the fire
A ruby that rested in pride on her *****
As she wore the star lights midnight robe
Once I saw fire in the moon
How would the moon look ?
 Aug 2014
Michael Amery
Do not stress over the broken dreams of yesterday,
Cracks in the walls of your good intentions allow the glimmer of light,
Neither sought or understood,
To shine through.
You cannot know what awaits,
Not can you have more than the slightest effect on your life's outcome for 'you' as you know yourself to be is nothing more than a grouping of molecules more complex than the universe you reside in and your thoughts and designs no more authored by you than your eventual fate.
So please do not angst over broken hearts and what may have been,
You never really had a chance anyway,
Yet realize that something good and often better will come for within you resides the universe just as you reside within it.
 Aug 2014
Nandini
Writing poems bout you
I hang them in my room
The wind clinking the sound of words

Living in a glass house
I invite the sun every dawn to dusk
To dispel shadows of the dark words
Meaningfully they glaze on hopeful strings


But I let the water be the door
Where my  translucent  emotions flow
There the words roar and tranquil

**Last but not least on firm ground I stand
Where in my hands' clay the words mindlessly play
Moulding them in canvases to string them once again
Blending the elements to create a room where I want to write poetry !!
 Aug 2014
Marian
Yes, we shall walk through ferns as tall as our waist
And step over the beige colored mushrooms
We'll sit down and dream beside the creek
And let the melody of a cello and harp duet
Refresh us and give us strength anew
We'll live inside that old-fashioned home
With lovely wallpaper in nearly every room
We'll sit down together on the comfortable window seat
Overlooking the dreamy farm with tall, tall grass
And rustic fences here and there in those verdant pastures
We can sip cold Dr. Pepper on the privacy of our verandah
Enjoying the silence together--me and you
We'll stroll through gardens full of iris blooms
Take walks down our flowering cherry tree lane
Walk inside the beautiful forest with wild honeysuckle vines
And periwinkles carpeting the forest floor
Yes, we'll wander aimlessly all day
Maybe walk a few dogs and ride some horses
This is our dream that may never come true
But we'll keep on wishing for it--me and you

*~Marian~
Written for my Mom Hilda inspired by the poem she wrote for me
Titled 'My Dream For You'!!!
Enjoy!!! ~~~<3
 Aug 2014
Amitav Radiance
Peaks crowned with heavy mists
An aura of mystical beauty
Adorned with new green cloak
Conceals the perilous terrains
An excursion for the dare-devils
Lay their claim on the emerald beauty
Fresh streams cascading in between
Slithering downhill in serpentine surge
Entwining the emerald with diamond lace
A sight to behold, the nature’s treasure
The priceless beauty for us to marvel
 Aug 2014
Nandini
In the frost garbed winter all I could notice was her
While delicately she let the tea fall into the cup
Her spell binding beauty magically won me over

Roaring oceans in her eyes
The sun bathes in them to
Birth dawns to embellish her skies
I noticed over the cup of tea

Spring sprouted alive in her smile
Fuchsia gave away on her cheeks
She tames seasons in her own style
I noticed over another cup of tea

Winds matted her hair with wild lilies
Her every step like favours on carpeted heavens
She commanded every breath in the stone alleys
I noticed over the cups of tea*....
I guess tea is not a bad idea !!
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