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 Jul 2021
Lee
Time and time again
My mind runs
Far to a place it cannot be
Coinciding so sweetly with memories
There it finds solice
On a beach
Maybe at backline
Gazing back in the waves
Each time emerging
The most incredible being
Any man could ever lay their eyes on
As drawn to the earth as I
Be it the ocean
Personifying the waters of life
Most crucial of all
Glimpses of heaven
Exalted gloriously in her eyes
I have no famous family name
I come from a very nowhere place
What I own is nothing much
So I have no help to give you.  

I’ve not accomplished anything
That went into the record books.
I  have no trophies or awards.
I don’t know how to help you.

The only help that I can give
Is in these words I’ve written.
I called them Rules to Live By
And long ago they trended.

Play fair
Wait your turn
Con’t cheat
Help the other guy
Don’t be cruel
Be friendly
Don’t be selfish
Be kind
Smile more than you frown
Care about the Earth and all it’s people
Take what you need
And leave some on the plate for the other guy.
ljm
I previously posted the rules as a separate write.  forgive me for the repeat - it just seemed to fit here.
 Jul 2021
Valsa George
Against the hazy sky
Mountains, seen grotesque
Frightening monsters, poking out
Here, there and all around
In the glinting darkness
The ravine, like a mythical snake
Gapes its mouth
Mist hovers,
Spider webs hang
As dew spangled veils
The leaves are tears stained
By the Night’s frozen grief

In stealthy steps,
With the jingle of anklets,
The wind comes to shake off the drops
And down they drip one by one
As the grass below shiver
At the sudden shock.
The leaves, rid of the load, flutter-
Faint stir of life!

From a distant habitation
The rooster in sharp notes
Sounds the siren
The East bleeds
As shafts of gold cuts through her breast
Darkness recedes,
Birds begin to chirp.

Slowly,
Slowly, parting curtains
The day emerges
Like a lazy boy
Disinclined to be roused from sleep
 Jul 2021
Aryaman
The book of life,
we all write ours.
Some gently and some with a rush,
familiar is melancholy and joyous flowers.

Your book of life,
no one realizes its truth.
They will get addled and wonder,
until they read in between the lines.

Beautiful sadness will pour,
Don't let it ruin your book.
Shelter it with unbiased happiness,
and smile for not to be drenched.

I have yet to finish it,
Everyone does someday.
But till that day,
write, write and remember,
your precious book of life.
 Jul 2021
nivek
happiness is fleeting
sadness can be deep
whereas peace lasts
 Jul 2021
Traveler
A bird of prey went soaring by
Oh so free and oh so very high

Through the airways undisturbed
Cringing worthy are the screams I heard

Morning sun breaking over the trees
Across my farm of duck's and geese's

Dewdrops from heaven linger upon my crops
A soil undisturbed, a regenerate of rot

Well water safe from the Crystal Mountain spring
This little piece of paradise is all I need
To set my soul free!
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2021
Traveler
I am the one
The one who goes fourth
I find the fire
Then bring it back on a torch

The tribe gets annoyed
Because they like things dim
I had to learn to turn it down
This enlightenment within

I feed their fires slowly
With sparks of brilliant stars
Know that I'm not holly
I'm The Shaman of The Fire!
Traveler Tim
Sitting in the nearly faded sunlight,
feeling early summer's warmth--
As its mercurial rays bounce about,
then linger on the wicker chairs,
and soaring upward to the still and stalwart
birch trees--
an occasional breeze dropping leaves on the
red-brick yard below.

Above us glows the day's calm and azure
sky--
Where floating clouds paint a softened view,
and the sun continues to shine on the sea-green
waters of the pool--
Appearing like dancing diamonds.

My arms and legs shift delicately--
to catch the rays of the 'golden god' of the Solstice.
With flushed cheeks I then observe the birds,
nestling among the trees,
preparing for the season--their voices singing
through the white-hot zephyrs.

The stage now set for a glorious afternoon,
as the children jump into the pleasant spring
of celadon waters--splashing, howling, screeching
with laughter--
Enjoying life, as it should be !
On vacation down the shore, resting after a swim, observing the view from the porch at the B&B !
 Jul 2021
Aslam M
The Tea matters
More than the Cup.
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