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 Aug 2014
Traveler
Blue as the sky on a mid-winters day
Sharp as a knife that cuts through the haze
I seek a warm place in the arms of my love
I run after her as to catch a young dove
She catches the wind that blows from the sea
Now I'm growing old and she's growing free...

Wash away now these illusions of youth
Independent of madness, inconsistent with truth
So easy to remember yet harder to find
The ways of my youth when I was yet blind...
Traveler Tim
re to 07-17
 Aug 2014
KarmaPolice
Old Love,
Hardened my Soul,
New Love
Made me feel whole,

Old Love
Made me regret,
New Love,
Made me forget,

Old love,
We reminisce,
New Love,
I remember her kiss,

Old love,
Covered the cracks,
New love,
Made our own tracks,

Old love,
I miss you too much,
New love,
Can't compete with your touch,

Old Love,
Set my world on fire,
New Love,
Just what I desired,

Old Love,
Please take me back,
New Love,
Packed all my bags,

Old fool,
Feels ashamed,
Old Fool
Only himself to blame.
 Aug 2014
Hilda
cold Dr Pepper
in old fashioned glass bottle
evokes sweet mem'ries
© Hilda August 12, 2014
 Aug 2014
Hilda
in tiny capsules
lavender lullaby as
sweet blue diazepam
© Hilda August 19, 2014    Dedicated to my dear husband Timothy and sweet daughter Marian who are struggling with insomnia
It's not just one person
It's not one big thing
It's all the little stuff
That happiness can bring
A few sweet words
Or a whisper in my ear
To know I brought laughter
For the whole world to hear

It's a simple sunset
And a beautiful sunrise
To see a special light
That I bring to someones eyes
Just to know they're here
Even a thousand miles away
To feel how much they care
In the little things they say

A sweet scent
Of musky cologne
Feeling the fire
Never being alone
A heat that burns
So deep inside
The deepest thoughts
In you I confide

Not caring the distance
Not fighting the feeling
I guess it's time for me
To really start believing
 Aug 2014
Mike Hauser
This days name is special
The world no longer is forlorn
Celebration amongst the many
Love and laughter has been born

There's a crispness in the air
On this,the mortal side of life
The newest fairy to be born
In a magic dust cloud she arrived

Such beauty in the sparkle
Of this the greatest of fairy smiles
Melts the hearts of those that love
The meaning of this new born child

A day like this, there is no other
Letting all our worries go
Coming together for celebration
On this day "special" as it's now known
Iv'e written several poems about fairydust this is obviously a celebration of her birth. Maybe I should have started it all out with this one but it is what it is...
 Jul 2014
David
summer days blending
into approaching autumn
and cold gray winter
copyright 2014 David
 Jul 2014
Poetic T
I see it before me
Empty,
I feel it cold to the touch,
It is like I am being called to it,
As if it wishes me to lie still,
Wanting me in an eternal sleep.
I stagger out side, I walk as if in a dream
To see a hole dug in the ground
Seven feet by two feet
Empty, water filled
I see a grave stone
Here lies, the words not complete,
I smell
Death,
Release,  
Peace,
Wet dirt as it rains on me.
I feel as though gravity is tugging at me
As it wants this hole filled
I am not dead, at least I think not,
I will not be told what is fate
My path is my own,
I will walk it, till complete
Then I will gladly surrender
To this the eternal sleep.
But for now I live, I do not hunger
Death,
Release,
Sleep,
I awake sweating, was it a dream
Was it imagination run wild?
I look down to my feet,
Soaked,
*****,
The scent of death on my cold feet,
I will live my life, never to give in
This may be my future,
But it is a long way off, each day is precious
I will live it fully,
Till my last breath escapes me, never giving in.
 Jul 2014
AlanK
I was smothered today by a heavy blanket of reality.
Not a warm fluffy quilt.
Not a cuddly satin comforter.
But a scratchy rag from a forgotten closet
That filled my head with odors of a musty past.
I tried to toss that painful reminder
But I continued to itch
And vapors from that cloud of disappointment
Lingered into the night.
I put my reading down
The blanket unkempt at my feet
A fabric once soft to the touch
And a pattern familiar and in vogue
Has lost it’s allure.
Like a reindeer sweater,
It’s odd that this would appeal to me
Even back then.
Perhaps a gift, accepted foolishly,
Or picked up on a cold night without thinking.
I’m warmer now…and wiser;
My closets need some attention.
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