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 Mar 2017
phil roberts
I know that there have been times,
down the bruised and misread years,
when I have been hard and cold,
perhaps even seeming to be cruel.
But, please remember who I am
and where it is I've come from.
Born to gossip and scandal
and raised in the family war zone,
where the language was rage
and words were often lies.
Trust and tenderness, at times,
seem illusory to me.
Unknowable.
Like smoke in my hands.
But I still try.

                                  By Phil Roberts
Slight rewrite.
 Mar 2017
nivek
Soon the parade of cruise ships will drop anchor
more than 50 over the summer from around the World
the winding streets will be full of expectant tourists
all hunting their very own small memory to buy
gifts for family and friends back home.
Post cards will be sent by the thousands and the
tills will ring with dollars and pounds and euros.
The throng will last for a season, foreign voices
will fill the air with strange languages and twangs.
Then all will settle down as if they had never been, at all.
 Feb 2017
chimaera
a willow
however
stands

shallow waters

pebble stones
scattered

all the words

a cadency
of rusty hinges
hanged doors

sour, the dam
February, 2017
 Feb 2017
Ami Shae
I heard the birds chirping as I opened my eyes
And realized to my vast surprise
that I am no longer in a gloomy land
for I have you next to me holding my hand!
♥♥
(Life can be really good sometimes)
And now I think I'm done with this little rhyme...
;)
Re-united with my best friend! So happy to have her with me again!!!
She's only here for a few days and  I hope we can catch up after 10 long years of being apart!!!
The best thing is with her here--no Nightmares!!! Yay!
 Feb 2017
Cristina
They counted twenty eight
My soul says it’s too much
They speak or cry or shout
Words that I can not dissolve.

I’ve made my peace last week
So proud of myself!
Soon I will be gone
Soon I will die.

My last year with tears
My last months with pain
My last weeks together
My last breaths with soul.

I told her with care
I wrote her forever letters
She read them so fast
While displaying a beautiful smile.

You are not dying
You are so brave…

It doesn’t matter Cris
I died. It happened a long time ago.
My childhood friend D. is going through a hard time, as you all see.
 Feb 2017
beth fwoah dream
sweet chloe have you tamed that pretty bird,
as light as southern breezes on your arm?
how many hours have you beguiled and heard
your sparrow sing for you with graceful charm?
my poet's pen falls restless to the ground,
my fevered mind can find no peace today,
for all you do is praise his lilting sound
and pay no heed to anything i say.
great neptune throws his trident in despair,
apollo breathes, his tresses filled with fire
and i am left with solitary care
for jove cannot bring comfort with his lyre.
i do not wait forever at your door,
the burdened ocean storming to the shore.
written as if it was horace writing the poem.
 Feb 2017
Elizabeth Squires
not often do you meet
true gentlemen
perchance two of this kind
I met on Hello Poetry

it has dumfounded me
to see them no longer here
for they were genuinely
courteous and well mannered
indeed

Beryl Dov The ******* Rabbi
a noble guy
his satirical verses
I did heartily enjoy reading
no finer writer
of this ply

WolfSpirit
ever polite and friendly
he supported
his fellow poets
and wrote
from the heart

I'll always have a good word for both of them
kosher
these
gentlemen
 Feb 2017
Cristina
I am standing still while the world is moving
I have nothing to give while my heart is pounding
I am standing still while spying on others
I am standing still crying or laughing.

I am standing still while you dance
I am standing still while people are dying
I am standing still while words are flying
I am standing still to catch lyrics for my poem.

I am standing still when you kiss me good morning
I am standing still when eating nothing
I am standing still and no one is noticing
I am standing still while I am dying.
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