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the red girl turning blue
means she's falling for you
displays her love's basic
your charm has done the trick.

the blue girl turning red
means your chance is bleak
displays no love is bred
your sight makes her acidic.

the red girl remaining red
the blue girl remaining blue
in this worst case I'm afraid
she's neutrally looking at you.
 Sep 2014
Nat Lipstadt
upon being invited to add to a collection here called Brokenness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He he
** **
Ha ha

it has been awhile
that I recv'd an invitation
to add to anything
or join a club,
just like Groucho (Marx)
worth being invited to...

but when yours arrived,
I chuckled and jived,
for this broken biz
be an area of expertise,
about which I gladly can opine,
since most of which I contact,
is inevitably in that state demised,
marriage, children and other trifles

so to the topic at hand, let say but this,
if not eloquently, then perhaps,
gravely, for that is where the
broken pieces oft call home
or cemetarily. a final resting place...

perhaps you were unaware,
there are 449 poems in attendance,
where the word brokenness
doth appear
in this sanctuary of broken children
and adults too,
easy discovered in the memory of
Hello Poetry

but this will not be, I hope, the
four hundred and fiftieth
as I decided to nomenclature this oeuvre
as Brokeness, with but a single N,
since a good N
can be hard to find,
why use two
when one will do?

if a faithful ecrivant thee be,
you won't be shocked that there are
so many Brokenness in this world,
the dictionary doth recognize its multiplicity
as a word legit, accepting as a plurality*

brokennesses!

which is a whole lot of broke

so let us poets to the process repair,
with a tikkun here, a tikkun there,
a tikkun everywhere

so that the healing never ends
and that someday we will delete
all words of humanity in disrepair,
let the broken be the unbroken,
and let's all say amen
and get started...

Ogdiddynash
Wikipedia
Tikkun olam (Hebrew: תיקון עולם or תקון עולם[1]‎) is a Hebrew phrase that means "repairing the world" (or "healing the world") which suggests humanity's shared responsibility to heal, repair and transform the world. In Judaism, the concept of tikkun olam originated in the early rabbinic period. The concept was given new meanings in the kabbalah of the medieval period and has come to possess further connotations in modern Judaism.[2]

9/11/14
 Sep 2014
SG Holter
Watching her fingers fly over
Keys and mouse, pausing
Only to rest on her lips when she's
Thinking,

I love her.
Respect her. Adore her;
Deifying, as I do,
Beauty begetting beauty.

She creates as I create.
Seeing, transferring, telling.
Carrying torches for anything
That needs a prophet-

To anywhere that necessitates
Enlightenment
Entertainment
Escape
Elevation.

Her mind and hands are those of
A painter; stained with colour; holding
Reminders like bruises or
Ghosts of kisses

(Deep within ribs that cage
Affection for bloom without
Message; art for the sake of
Itself),  

Of reasons -painful as blissful-
To recreate from creation.
Adapting. Rendering; running
Each impression through
Her filters of appreciation.

She sees with naked eyes.
Listens to the rain from her balcony,  
With Portuguese red wine
Smiling in unison
With lips
Upon lips

That teach her hands to kiss
With the passion of
A loving lover loving longingly,
Drawing; designing; dreaming
Dream into substance.

She knows the language of
Living things, tells stories
With pictures all can comprehend.

My words are merely black and white,
And I lay down my pen and
Watch her

Understanding Nature when
It sighs: "I mean nothing by this,
Other than the deepest of all
Meanings.

All that is,
Is.

Let it.
"
Any thing
that keeps One
from practicing
at least an hour a day
is a hindrance
to One's Art.

If it is a person,
they disrespect One's
divine creative spark.

If it is internal to the mind,
it is self-discipline and patience
that are lacking.

If it is external to the mind,
it is perseverance and determination
that are lacking.

Art is struggle;
both against One's Self and One's environment,
physically, socially and emotionally.

Art is a path, a veritable way of life,
lost on the weak of heart
lost on the uninspired
lost on the masses.
 Sep 2014
Traveler
Once I lived deep in a forest
My bleeding heart turned to stone
I disappeared out in the shadows
A hollow tree I called home

I know what it is to be a hobo
Train to train, same house twice
I know how it feels to beg and borrow
To share my roll with scratchy mice

Once I even tried to phone home
But the number slipped my weary mind
And when I finally did remember
It all seem such a waste of time

Do you know what it's like to be a hobo?
Nobody knows you when you're down
Memories haunt you like a cold wind
I was lost but now I'm found

Now I live upon a mountain
High above the raging sea
Timeless, old but not forgotten
This hobo nature inside of me...
Song lyrics.
I need a vocalist to accompany my guitar.
 Sep 2014
Amitav Radiance
In the garden of poetry
Blossoms many flowers
Seeds planted with care
Holds varied experiences
Flowing ink helps germinate
Each seed to raise their head
To see the light of day
For us to tread among them
Experiencing their beauty
At the valley where poets reside
There is never a dull moment
Weaving night and day
In an intricate design with words
A garden of dreams
Surviving through the ages
A safe haven for all poets to gather
Where echoes words from the soul
Words flow through the garden
Nurturing the seeds of imagination
Which will bloom again and again
 Sep 2014
Jack
~

Running in the shadows,
pausing neath the dawn
Climbing in through window sills,
curtains tightly drawn

Checking every corner,
ducking from the light
Hoping for a moment still,
shuttered in the night

Of this love forbidden,
cast of breathless view
Empty pockets, endless need
searching but for you

Can’t you hear me calling,
pebbles hit the glass
Pull me deep into your arms
‘fore the moonbeams pass

Take me as I’m pleading,
knees upon the ground
Staring to your silhouette,
formed of beauty found

Many questions linger,
falling from above
Landing square with weighted pain
saved of all my love

Take a chance, I offer,
let me light the scene
Follow where your heart does lead
here inside this dream

Matters of the distance
collected in the frame
Take my hand it longs for you,
love me once again
Ever wondered if god was thinking
To make a move or deemed no need
When closed in the vulture’s wing
Smelling a cadaverous human feed.
"the pain of life overrides the joy" from Kevin Carter's suicide note.
Kevin Carter, the photojournalist known for his disturbing 1994 photograph of a Sudanese child being stalked by a vulture. He committed suicide the same year.
 Sep 2014
Traveler
She’s dancing and spinning in circles
Her arms open wide
The joy of life shining from her eyes
Her mommy and daddy love her so good
All her aspects so well understood

No dysfunctions, no issues
No wars to be won
Just beauty and perfection
And love by the tons

Unfortunately it’s only an illusion
And the truth is very sad
Her mother’s a low-down ******
She had *** with her dad

She may be coming she may be going
She’s not really sure
Her life is been moving so **** quickly
That her memories are a blur...
A girl I once knew, very sad reality.
 Sep 2014
Jack
If it is true

Each day brings something,
good or bad it comes
Leaving us wondering,
what does this mean…
when sidewalks roll up or gates unlock
inviting our movement or hindering it
When clouds form pictures
dark or light they appear
and we stare in belief that they are for us

When maybe they are not

Counting sunbeams
in relation to the shadows
cast upon our smiles
Do we smile or do we just pretend,
failing to accept the truth
that life is not fair
Even under the bluest skies
rain can fall
whether we accept it or not

And never do

Can we mask the heart,
hide it from ourselves
not feel the pain, the sadness,
the emptiness leaving gaps
Huge crevices in what we wanted,
what we hoped for,
what we dreamed about
with eyes open and thoughts frantic
of love, for love…in love

It never ends, it never ends

if it is true…
 Sep 2014
SG Holter
The five ton cast iron sheet
Hit him above the hips.

His top half survived in hospital
For a few days.

Use certified utilities when
Lifting with a crane.

Don't use a knife for a screwdriver.
Don't challenge a step ladder.

Don't use your partner as a
Lever to lift your own ego;

The half that's left will only
Live for days.
 Sep 2014
Sjr1000
Breath in
Breath out
Breath in
Breath out
Peace in
Stress out

Peace in
Peace out

Serenity in
Serenity out

Love in
Love out

Compassion in
Compassion out

Bliss
And the mind is silent


...
 Sep 2014
SG Holter
I have sides to me as
Dark as the
Devil. I deal with
Demons like
Drugs;  

Always dropping
One, adopting
Another.
Don't dream of
Me. Keep the light
On.

My heart rooms
A thousand angels.
They love you as
One. Don't be blown
Too far away by the

Wind of their wings
Keeping my feelings
Afloat.

To be human is to be
The good kind of evil
Or opposite.

All shades, all colours,
Tutti Frutti; aeons of
Flavour.

All that matters
Is the honesty with
Which you embrace
Your own multitudes.

Both feet in Hell, head in
The Heavens,
One hand on either side
Of your heart; keeping
You safe from extremities.

You will cry. Oh, you'll
Cry, looking around
To see if anyone else
Has ever felt as loved,

As guarded.
Carried by angels,
Protected by demons,
Kept warm by the man
Who tamed them
All for
You.
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