Musings - Hello Poetry

Aug 2014

Jack

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Feel the collapse of the long winded losers
Drained of the passion your smirk stood to steal
Chained in a prison of little use answers
Merely a rock or a hammer reveal

Damp now the floor on the footprints of acid
Claiming a prize in the soil below
Putrid decisions are spit forth as matter
Nothing so big that your eyes wouldn’t know

Echoes of pain ring the doorway with shadows
Sad this existence of life over death
Tearing my skin with your nails painted ruby
Pushing the edge of my last smoke filled breath

Mocking the screams as the blade enters slowly
One of the many you wear on your belt
Kiss me goodbye so my taste may remember
Every incision my heart it has felt

I was introduced to a Jill Tracy song by a friend, "Haunted by the thought of you" and it inspired this poem. Not so much the lyrics but the feeling the melody presented to my mind.

Aug 2014

Amitav Radiance

Set Sail

The tranquil river flows
I set sail my handmade paper boat
Winds drift it off course

Aug 2014

Amitav Radiance

Vagabond Heart

She was unaware about the way of the world
Radiant beauty did capture the vagabond heart
Trampling along the green meandering path
Where not any traveler have set their foot
Walked across the ****** valley and yonder
The ***** came to the crystal clear stream
Aware of his thirst, from the endless wandering
He stooped to drink from the sweet stream
Unaware of the maiden’s presence, who tip-toed
Busy was he drinking to quench his thirst
For the first time was he aware of the maiden
Vagabond heart captured by the reflection’s beauty
He kissed her reflection, making the maiden blush
At the twilight the eyes meet, making the hearts flounder
Radiant beauty did capture the vagabond heart

#love #heart #beauty #vagabond #captured #maiden

Aug 2014

Nandini

Travellers oasis

Blinded the dark
of her ebony hair
He shaded himself
in their shadows to care
Reflections of
charming pools he dived
Into her eyes coloured honey of the hive
Musical of the two souls
on soundless stage
Bees humming to flowers
the secret they caged
Danced her lips to
the travellers will
The travellers oasis of which
he couldn't tranquil*!

#love #peace #beauty #traveller

Aug 2014

SG Holter

Ænima

She floated towards me.
An extention of a dream,
The finger tip of God's
Downstretched hand.

My eyes wide open into
Bedroom darkness, as
If seeing something ghost
Yet so very, very not.

Hair flowing as if fading
Into the frame of
Night. Arms like wings over
Eggs; every piece of my

Heart in one warm nest.
Eyes like universes, skin
The glow of supernovas.
Smile as sincere as a

Mother's. Ænima. Soul-
Muse. The final force
Behind every poet's pen.
Nothing so penetratingly

Beautiful ever touched the
Iris of my inner eye. Never
Felt such embrace, as if safe
At last; knowing: In not too

Long, every drop of water on
Earth has been
Cried at least
Once.

Aug 2014

nivek

Cheap Fireworks

I shone a torch into the past but the batteries kept on flattening
a quick glimpse was all I got in the fading light and to try to put it in context was beyond my reckoning . So I shone the torch into the future
and all I saw was myself in a mirror the fears of my mind lit up my present situation like fireworks going off prematurely. I threw away the torch happy to live the mysterious present darkness with the company
I stumble across daily.

Aug 2014

SG Holter

Caught me Winking Back

Such a cloudless summer day
In the city.

Ice cream weather girls
Caught me winking back;

Always looking for a smile
To kiss.

Aug 2014

SG Holter

Grew up Growing

Standing with my back to my own.
I learned to wrestle before
I walked.

Fell off my first horse at two.
Fell off my uncle's Golden Retriever
As well.

Always trying to jump town
I suppose. Or being given the
Chance to, by fun-having adults.

I remember the first time I laughed
So intensely I couldn't stop.
Caravan. I was eight. My best friend

John cracked me up. We grew
Up laughing. Climbing, getting
Hurt. Laughing through it all.

Some bruises, punctured eyeball,
Reckless activities around pellet
Guns. Grew up... growing.

Growing, learning and laughing
And laughing at all the incredibly
Good laughs there are out

Here. In the world. Now I know
We knew more about it,
Than anyone knew.

All scars and loss and calluses.
I still laugh about so much,
With so many, every

God
****
Day.

Aug 2014

Sarah Mulqueen

Tricky Pixie's

The sweetest touch
Too often tainted by a poisonous slur
They can bring a whirl wind of confusion
Landing you in a safe haven or
Broken and battered like never before

So afraid of the unknown
Our little heart shaped box
Seems to be keeping score
Never quite sure

For the bee's that sting
There's a thorn that *****'s
Shadow's dark and dreary
Few creatures soft and cute

So where's this key to fit the lock
Maybe forever hidden
In a pixies frock.