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 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Her lips misty moist  .  .  .
Spring bursting purple lilacs,
  .  .  .  Ripe aureolas.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Stars reign overhead  .  .  .
Before day, showers of bliss,
  .  .  .  Sun takes her away.
 May 2014
Mike Hauser
I want to read a book
That's never been read
Hear a gentle word
That's never been said
I want to sit back
And close my eyes
When I open them up
Everything is alright

I want to ring a bell
That's never been rung
Sing along to a song
That's never been sung
Pull back the curtain
With all of my might
So I can expose
Everything is alright

I want to see
What has never been seen
Take a long walk
In the hands of a dream
Reach as far as I can
The highest of heights
And pull down to earth
Everything is alright

I want a spot
Where I feel I belong
Take all that I've got
Before it is gone
I want to shine
The brightest of lights
So I can find
Everything is alright
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
He Has Now Become A Man

My Son has grown into a man
And I am proud of what I see
He gives himself to others
When others are in need

Shows compassion for his fellow man
And has a soul that is so true
Is not afraid to open up
Or to share his heart with you

My son has wisdom beyond his age
Seems to know what to say and do
Wont give the answer that you want
But the one that is right for you

He will stand his ground to do what's right
Or lead a group and make a stand
And that's how I know the boy that was
Has now become a man

For Kylor J. Roberts
"I Love you son, Dad"
I watch as he gives himself to others with no reward to himself other thn the knowledge that he is helping somone else.  I realize I have helped raise a boy into a man. A proud father and a great young man.
 May 2014
Mike Arms
My rush is a broken bottle on the freeway I can't
remember when I have people who I cannot ****
I conjure highways and canyon walks

Extinct species invade your bedroom and
**** your expensive pillows gently like
an extinct Artist

The way you decide to move is way too
loud for my broken security system and you
will be questioned

This is like the Daily news, read and
Discard.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
We walked along the grainy ocean,
Our way, smooth as a path to nowhere
And through a dance of reeds your hair,
Steeped with marshes of wings and air,
Red, mellow as fire from the fallen sun,
Your flowered dress was the first spring
Ever germinating and blue crystal waters
Sprung, of coastal pools, Knockanare wells
And I was flung, as a windy clutch of seeds
Dreaming, your voice, bloomy, song wafted,
Rousing, as remembrance in fragrances —
And the moony, blinking stars soon peopled
Our woe-less eyes, full of sleep and vision
And all the stones held us deep as sarsen.
Knockanare Well is a holy well in County Cork, Ireland.  It is situated on the left bank of the River Awbeg, about a half-mile east of Buttevant and southeast of the Ballyhoura Mountains. A Sheela na Gig once stood next to the well, indicative of its importance as a mystical site for many centuries. The water from this well remains crystal-clear and sweet.

Greystones (Irish: Na Clocha Liatha) is a coastal town in County Wicklow, Ireland. It lies on Ireland's east coast, 8 km (5.0 mi) south of Bray and 27 km (17 mi) south of Dublin, with a population of about 15,000. The town is bordered by the Irish Sea to the east, Bray Head to the north and the Wicklow Mountains to the west.

The word "sarsen" is a shortening of "Saracen stone", with "Saracen" being used as a synonym for "pagan".  Thus "sarsen" would mean "pagan stone", "stone of the pagans".
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
My One Lost Love

Please know that you're my one lost love
That I remember from my past
The one who seemed to get away
But I wish I could have back

The timing wasn't perfect
For the love we shared back then
Two broken hearts not ready
So now we call each other friends

Every now and then we speak
I hear the story of your life
You tell me that you fell in love
I feel an emptyness inside

I'm happy for you in my heart
And I wish for you the best
Knowing what you need the most
To move forward from the past

Our futures took two different paths
Then where we thought we'd go
I cannot change how you now feel
So I let our friendship grow

Still no matter what our futures holds
Please know these words are true
I hope one day you find again
My one lost love for you


Carl Joseph Roberts**

BM
This is just a thank you poem
She knows who she is
I am very happy for her and will always hold a special place in my heart for the time we shared but also know and understand we have both moved on.  She came into my life and helped me when I needed it most. Touched my soul with her kindness and showed me that there are simply good, very good people out there who can love and be loved. Now I will be glad to call her my friend.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Sprouting new lovers  .  .  .
Walked through sunny spring gardens,  
  .  .  .  Green fingers entwined.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Morning sun is shy  .  .  .
All day and late flowers sing,
  .  .  .  Orange poppies beam.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Shelter of sky holds  .  .  .
Falcon stoops only to ****,
  .  .  .  Heaven has a wing.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Willow tree, billows—
Long leaves falling as water,
.  .  .  falls into water.
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
One of those days I call life

One of those days not a thing goes right
You start your day with rain outside
One of those days no alarm went off
You must call your work and tell your boss

One of those days when there's no towel
The shower is cold and the furnace is out
One of those days when you burn the toast
The coffee is cold and you tear your hose

One of those days you're running late
You loose your keys have an empty tank
One of those days you cant find your coat
You turn the key and the car wont start

One of those days when you need a jump
Cables are locked in your husband's trunk
One of those days your kids school calls
It seems they skipped their study hall

One of those days you get home late
The dog is gone there's an open gate
One of those days not a thing goes right
Just one of those days that I call life

Carl Joseph Roberts
Written after I asked a lady how are you today. She went on to explain how bad a day she was having as I politely listened. All the while I was thinking , this sounds like life to me.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Flies in the haze morning sputter and splay.
Water drops from leaves rolling with the blown
Blades. The windy whoo of the owls fade,
Blue buried eyes cradled in the hollow
Trees, the swamps seeker is quietly rustled,
Wings of panoply, spangle-speckle the wind,
Over the flames of autumn, talons thistle,
Crown the dominion of the fall, fade in
Sporting meadows colour, till the dive,
Balm of field, marsh, all ignites. Lever pale
Winds finger through the leaves gravely
And rake as you raid, shoulders that burning vale,
Casualties of insect, the lemming song sings
Mouse and vole flash, dark, sparkles the clearing.
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