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it is a lighter shade
of a darker green,

a fern behind at
benmore gardens.
dunoon.

later we had tea,
an empire biscuit.

we always do.

sbm.
 Apr 2016
K Balachandran
All of it started with the  smile of a flower,
which was an  answer to my wink to her,
then a wind brought her scented thought, to me
to mull over, smile again was the answer, I gave.

Thus began a chain, animals, birds and words,
soon became the links creating lilting tunes,
stars at night chimed in, their magical words
crafted by many hues of pulsating light, delighting us.

Even pain had a heart rending rhyme, a dying star
in the candor of that moment told us truths concealed,
a telescope distant would take her moment of  glory
for records,she fell, showering in to cosmic chasm, magnificently.
I whispered this to her ear, she was willing to join the chorus,

"Aren't we like the elements of nature, braided together,
just reach the core, through many ways possible,
make yourself  this clear for ever; we together make one,
it'd naturally dawn,  if you've nothing to jettison,
those unwanted baggage  stuffed, does nothing for one,
when one gathers this truth  much delight dawns,
love travels at the speed of light, you are just a beam."
Wink at a flower, get a smile in return,get astonished,
let loose love balloons, make the world a colorful place
Bala
 Apr 2016
Marshal Gebbie
For Mark C. who kept the pride.*

What we've been is seldom seen
Through circumspection's view,
More's the like the broad's a ****
Before we seek anew.
Tunnel vision's sought derision's
Always hard to take,
Providing you too, seek anew
To give this guy a break!
For to dwell in negativity
On confrontation's rim,
May well court condemnation
From both noble and the grim.
So bite the grit n' cut the ****
And climb aboard, my friend
For one and all respect this call's
Rough justice in the end.
M.
Development of a verse in support of Mark Cleavenger's poem "Wasn't Always a Cop"
 Apr 2016
phil roberts
Come softly, stranger
Step inside the light
Here is home of a sort
Here is nowhere else to go

Such staggering ambiguity
Such all-consuming cruelty
I see it all so clearly now
Wide-eyed and unheeding
Unaware of double-dealing
I was an innocent
And then I was born
Wise to the lies of the womb
And with a grudge for being disturbed

                                           By Phil Roberts
theyre out there in the ether
patterns are repeated by definition
existence
cannot be an isolated incident

---

coincidentally mental efficiency
allows a nonsentient entity
such as the universal construct
our senses render perceptively
to assess its own state of entropy
thus rendering life necessary
though not necessarily anthropomorphically
so *I* said....
 Apr 2016
wordvango
over the hills where wild raspberries grow
ripe under the mulberry bush in the valleys
blush hidden from most , sweet nectars rush
I found Eden and Eve and everything
yet no apple  or serpent,
desire entwined with
limbs -  fruit of heaven
on earth- her awaiting
 Apr 2016
VS aka Jason Cole
I will board my ship of delusion
and sail slowly, deliberately
toward the port of conclusion
where, I assume
there'll be a place to land
between the restless waves of regret
and my carefree castle in the sand

©Jason Cole
 Apr 2016
KathleenAMaloney
A little  baby  k
born here
This Place this Day

thru ovens door
thru pain
And more
Came k
A little baby
k

Made  black and white
A sheer delight
A baby baby baby,
A little baby k
With Red
Her Zest
No need
For test
Meet k
The Growing baby k

A friend of true
Now born a kuh  
Is k
the little baby k

Like amma G
Now K you See
A HOLY life
That knows no strife
That's K.  
the  little baby
K.

Her mother cooked
For Truthful Book
Left k.
The little baby k.

With fathers Shield
No need to Yield
Prays K
THE LITTLE kuhe K

A Life now Marked
By Smiles Spark
Is K
The Fearless
Goddess K.
A Sacred Cow
Of worship
NOW
IS K
THE HOLY
LIFE FORM
K.
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