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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Silken Tongue Poets eschew the Pedantic
Masters of Imagination Create Fantastic
Poets of Masterly Craft and Imagery
Like Don Bouchard, Joe Cole and Me
Wolf spirit aka quinfinn also added in
These poets and More, will Proclaim
That Mastery of Imagination Can Reign
Tales will be told, of times of Old
Poets will take you to Magical Places
Among the treasures you will find Gold
Poetesses will spin tales of Love and Woe
And you might even meet a UFO
Poets will Stumble From Irish Pubs
For Deeds of Valantry Knights be Dubbed
Or Stars May Fall from the Universe
The Craft and Mastery will be diverse
So this is your invitation to our World of Creation
By Artisans of the Craft and the Masters of Imagination,

A  Collection for the Masters of Imagination,
The True Craftsmen of the Arts.
Come see where Imagination Shines...Shamus
SilkenTongue Poets........ A Treasure Chest of Talent

All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
 Feb 2015
Caitlin
**** you.
You said you liked me,
But now you say you don't?
Not the way that I do.

**** you.
I finally put my heart on the line again,
And you crush it?
I thought you were better than that.

**** you.
I can't even look at you in the eyes anymore...
I feel like you broke my trust.

**** you.
**** you.
And I still like you,
Hell I even love you still.

**** you.
**** you.
 Feb 2015
NuurSeraph
Soft, the touch of arching lips dancing

Plush, the blossom petals bloom

Often for you darling...


Bright, the shine of new skin reflecting

Wholesome youth tender to view

Playfulness assuming...
...before it blows away
 Feb 2015
The Darkness
Cliche about love.
Cliche about depression.
Cliche about death.

Semi-clever play on words.
Stolen line, weak metaphor.

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Mediocrity complete.
 Feb 2015
Stu Harley
great grandfather sky
we are
The People of
The Lakota Tribe
give us
this day
our daily bread
as we survive
we leave our
flesh and bones behind
before we
enter the
divine circle of the
Ghost Dance
through the
sacred ring of fire
 Feb 2015
Pax
Dear reader,

Have I mastered the art of being sad, making my everyday living slumbering in dreamland fantasy?  Then my reality is in wintry weathery moments that I feel numb from too much cold. Is isolation my best buddy for the mean time? Well those questions will remain in this journal, to immortalize the moment of my depressing situation.

I brought up the transparent duct tape in placed always for people to see the lively image I pretend. Sometimes I’m tired of the choices and expectations I created. Though I never regret all of them, I just find them depressing for often times I wonder did I really make an awful choice.  Still at the back of my mind I fantasize a positive outcome of all those.

Wisdom grows as you aged, Maturity becomes you and Changes have eaten you. Now I wonder did I totally embrace reality or my life in tune with negativity. Despite all this, I will surely survive and live up to the choices I created. Someday I will surpass this in time.

            Thank you for reading…

Your friendly neighbor,
w.Pax :(
prose-poetry(prosetry) pretending to be a journal .

written: January 5, 2013
Taken from my old journals in WC.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1101340/

An old piece that I can still relate to.. Sorry for not being around much, my friends. been busy for another project (from Jubail to Riyadh), and I was not able to come home, having/earning a living is hard, so I took a chance of a little more isolation. sigh.....

Happy New Year....
 Jan 2015
Maggie J
"What if I meet someone better?"
Words I would never understand
As to why anyone would ever ask
If they were already in love

Unless,
They weren't
 Jan 2015
Traveler
My truth
Is my burden
It never sleeps
I get
Lost within
My shame
My heart
Weighs heavy
My voice
Gathers words
That don't
Come out

Something
Like...
"PLEASE TRUST ME"

How I long for
Your acceptance.
 Jan 2015
Raymond George Dias
I felt less lonely/alone,
when I was with you.
 Jan 2015
William A Poppen
Do spiders ever
paint themselves into corners?
Humans often do.
It is usually better
to regret what you did do
than
to regret what you didn't.
Though, they all too often overlap.
'Tis best to seek not to have regrets.
 Jan 2015
pastelflowr
You unlocked the door
With the key
You called love?

You entered my heart
And enlightened it
With your lies

You drew me in
Into your world
To gain my love
To gain my trust

I gave you my heart
With trust
No doubt

But

You slowly
Squeeze it
Break it
Smash it to the wall

Now
You leave it wounded
Full of scars

"You'll be sorry"

**"I know you will"
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