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A beautiful butterfly you were
as all watched you from a far
standing by scented embers
with drug impaired eyes,
following by sips of red wine
at that given moment
you looked unsure of yourself
but all were so happy to offer their help...

Your tight hip-hugger pants
slid over your form
not a thing was wrong
could anyone see
oh how I wish I was you
on that rainy day..

Then one day, as years went by
you seemed so lost as I spied you far away
your hair seemed disheveled
your tears ran down lined pale face
the air didn't change as you floated around
like it did many moons before
my heart went to you
as I saw all the distressed...

Dear sister what happened?
did you fall on ill health
did your love fall by the wayside
did it break your heart?
The shadow is closing
a touch of loss still spoke
you murmured so softly
that not many days were
left to live much less pray....

Debbie Brooks 2014
This is for all us butterflies and our best friends in high school.. when we wanted to be them, and then years later when we see them they look so hard and afraid from all the drugs and hurt they had been through.
Who will understand?
When the lilacs will be no more
When the river runs deep
Between the two hills that are so steep
Where the clouds have left the skies
Shows where our destination lies.....

My Darling
My feet are tired
And my eyes so weary
With my mind so dreary
The years have taken their toll
The disappointments so very long
Shall I go on? ...

My Darling
But here you are now
My hopes are not dashed
The time has come
With the vastness of space
Remembering the laughter
of the past
the love so real .....

My Darling
Wanting to bring the past
Into the reality
Just to see your face
One last time ....

My Darling
Who will understand,
The Love I have for you? ...

By: Debbie Brooks 2014.. @copywrite.
Who will understand love long past or life and it's tolls.. Who will understand?
 Oct 2014
aaron Jeffrey
She’s walking this lonely road
Her passion turns to coal
The madness is taking over
The love thing is getting old
Her heart starts to shatter
As her truth start to unfold
Never realize she was selling her youth
For her gold
Her tattoos match her personality
They tell her they love her but here comes reality
She’s a *** she’s a **** she’s a masterpiece
  But Picasso couldn’t live to stroke that catastrophe
-jeffrey A
 Oct 2014
DaSH the Hopeful
Memories
Hazy as the clouds you don't reside under
My eyes thunder with the possibility of seeing you
And the mist is from the realization I never will

Black silhouetted are the dreams,
That scream at me through windows
Like widows
Begging for their lovers to come home...
All so beautiful...
Like petals on headstones
Or blood on snow...
Nightmares remind me
My life was never a show.
I remember triggers and barrels,
....
Screams and sparrows...

Blood spilled to keep blood concealed in the hearts I love
Are liters of my life well spent
The screams die down even in my own ears and silently I repent

The roses bloom,
In last winter's corpse.
Watch the strings on the loom,
They weave life's course.
Breathe in the same air ****** did,
Exhale the same breath Mother Theresa Had.
Accept the curse among the twigs,
For there are blessings to be had.
But never forget,
Any stone on that path.
Swallow regret,
We all wear a mask

**Carpe Diem
 Oct 2014
Arcassin B
WSQF:
Battle of the Bands

tonight we jam, it's the battle of the bands
there's smoke on the stage ....***** on the stands
smoke in the rafters, from puffin live
this crowd is ready to rock and jive

AB:

One guitar in hand,
Calling you out animantium plans,
Of having rocktastic fans,
Tattoos and silver lens,
Naked babies,
Naked babies,
Naked babies.

WSQF:

this joint is rockin'
and we be jammin'
some slam dance ritual
and hip hop breakin'
who's gonna take it?
who's gonna take it?
alright...take it to the bridge!

AB:

There is no stoppin what we doin,
Do you smell us when were cookin,
Serving you a hot plate this funkalicious music,
Some old skool flava,
Let us see if you can take it,
All you gotta bop it , move it ,break it,

WSQF:

gonna run some crazy riffs across your brain
sweet heavy metal ..drive you insane
step up the action
raise the stakes
let's see if you got what it takes

AB:

Lead guitarist,
Got a jazzy a vocal,
Bass solos and drums knockin in your ear holes,
Fresh lyrics on a platter,
Cut up nicely,
In to pieces of rock heaven,
Its time to get godly,

WSQF:

home boyz gonna kick it
take it to the next plateau
while your jammin'...face dancer
play those licks real slow
the soul of creation
right there in your hands
this pure fusion..the battle of the bands!
Me and the legend of rock
 Oct 2014
Olivia McCann
I've found a poet
Who sings
A boy
Who feels
And let's his voice
Shake in songs
About airplanes crashing
Who tells me
He loves me
Very very very very much
And-
Happy Birthday darlin'

He has dark hair
And walks on a bridge
To watch a
Bowl of oranges
Float away.

The Calendar Hung Itself-
He says.
He'll visit the band in the morning.

God he strums smiling-
In pain
Brimming with paint-
What a waste-
A stepping stone on a path.
If you haven't heard Bright Eyes- give em a listen... My favorites are The Calendar Hung Itself, Lover I Don't Have to Love, At the Bottom of Everything, Waste of Paint and Bowl of Oranges
 Oct 2014
Beebz The Queen
I found a pair of glasses
Just the other day
And when i put them on
I saw the world in a different way
The colors all seemed brighter
Edges seemed sharper
And when i closed my eyes
The darkness.. seemed darker
I find myself liking
The way i look
With my glasses that i found
Does this make me a crook
I didnt steal them
I gave them a betrer home
On my face
Neither of us will ever be alone
 Oct 2014
K Balachandran
She rides a thoroughbred perfectly like a man does,
that in no way makes her look less than a lass,
how does the horse feel, being in this rough and tumble dance
see the reason for his pride, it's deeper than what one thinks,
she makes him feel loved, he obeys every word of command,
not a mistress and slave, two beings benign, in sync
right then, my heart dictates,"Make this lovely Cavalry woman
your own", as the crowning moment dawns,
I wave to Esther, from among the motley crowd.
Still in gallop her eyes caught my eyes from that far,
what makes her look at me straight, later I would ask,
"Being the first, near the finishing line, the crowd was just a haze,
to my watery eyes, colors seemed blurred, but you stood out
the crowed simply cheered, but you! you were in such an awe."
Is there a male perspective and female perspective for everything?
Then what would be that when two fall in love in such spectacular occasions?One-upmanship is in play here too?Do they understand?
Or is it nature that keeps the puppets on a string?
 Oct 2014
Stephen E Yocum
It's as if it calls my name,
Mostly at night,
Near sleeps edge.
I feel the wind,
Smell it sweet and pure,
The plants and sage,
Even the rich dry earth,
All their scents are there.

The High Desert remains,
Like no other place, there is.
Steens Mountain
She beckons me too,
My roof-top sentinel
Of all I survey,
Vast vistas of startling,
Sun drenched, anointed
Wide open color rich land,
As far as the eye can see.

All so pleasantly devoid,
Of any trace of Human Beings,
I become solitarily lost as much,
As I choose to be.

With Blue skies so bright
and deep they take
your breath away.

At night the unobstructed
Black heavens are alive with
A mass of stars, the likes of which,
Most people on Earth have never
Seen with naked eyes alone.
Almost like an Astronauts view,
They appear endless and
Right at your front door.
A brightly illuminated Galaxy
Endless to infinity.

Pulsing lights vast and inspiring,
So close appearing you feel,
That you might bump your head,
Must even duck down a little,
Just to give them room.

Actually wept a few tears,
The first time I stood there,
Under the lighted umbrella of their spell.
No wonder the ancient peoples'
Worshiped the stars, the heavens.
Perhaps we all should.

To some, a High Desert is but
A wasteland of dirt and weeds.
Not true, rather it's a vibrant
Landscape alive with activity,
More Wildlife than I've ever seen,
In one place, at one time.
The landscape and the creatures,
Mostly left alone by man,
To thrive, grow and roam.
It's all as it must have been,
A thousand years ago.

Is it any wonder then,
I sometimes think I hear,
That beseeching wind,
Whispering it's invitation,
To my waiting ears?
Then barely contain myself,
Until I must return.
Tried to explain my affinity for
the above to a friend, she did
not get it, maybe now.

The desert resides at over 5000
feet of elevation.
Sits isolated and alone, the
nearest small town some 80 miles
away North. It's location, far from
any city lights gives it one of the
darkest and best skies for viewing
the heavens and the vast array of
stars that most people never see.  

The landscape is diverse and alive
if one takes the time to look closely.
I have traveled the world, seen many
landscapes but few of them as splendid.
And this one is mine.
I hope I have not blown it's cover and
will now attract a passel of people.
So please tell no one! LOL
 Oct 2014
wordvango
To all on Hello poetry, I wish to see, once again, what may be created, by the visions of many. Help create a poem. If you wish to add lines to this poem, which I will start with one line, comment and put your addition in parentheses. Let us grow a majesty!


Community Poem

For every man has visions
And holds greatness within his heart
For the world would rather imprison,
The dreams a visionary imparts
than to envision his visions
and feel his pain filled dreams
He loves to sing his poems, pleasing
his visions, knowing they are lyrical.
A fantasy it seems but
awake he dreams, weaving
you and me in his vision divine.
Seamless a dreamless world,
no rhythm, reason or rhyme.
Let fly the dreams unfurled
to changing winds through time.
Please all add to this try to continue the them that grows.
 Oct 2014
K Balachandran
Someone has started a war once again
says the news bulletin; the news caster
munch it again and again, tempting
listeners as if it is her favorite nutrient pill.

Gloom spreads in the after noon, distressed lovers
are getting ready to live together some time soon,
"Only if things fall in place,without any hitch
and the world decides to be kind" they resolve.

Like the background score, they hear the wails of children,
their lives are destroyed for ever by precision warheads
made in the best of factories, yes death creation, is a business for profit
not too may'll shy away from such prospects,
                                      
               ­                                                    isn't gun a reality of life?

(protect it with life, what if if destroys life bit by bit)
Why he asks her, is there no bar, in creating war for fun
she says they must start one, the sooner they can,a war to end all wars,
till the moment one or both go down offering no surrender
or a law to stop making wars, is to be brought  in force at gun point.
Allow warheads to stockpile, to get rusted, harmlessly go waste,
so that all in this world once more can feel safe,
                                                           ­       the beleaguered lovers dream
Coming in terms  with the dynamics of war is the most obscene demand one has to deal with in our blood thirsty times...
 Oct 2014
r
Sunup
expectations low-
another day aimed my way

- till the sky became
a color never named
and changed my world - again,

a new day.

r ~ 10/12/14
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