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 Nov 2015
David Chin
Today’s society is full of hate and discrimination
As it redirects people away from their destinations.
Life goes on for those living in the dark,
But life stands still for those living under question marks.
How can people be so mean and be so cruel?
This isn’t the Medieval Times where we can all duel
To see who is right and who is wrong
And the only one left standing is the one that is strong.
They say that the grass is greener on the other side,
But why are people running to hide
From the bullies who take away our rights
And we do nothing but scream with our might?
Why can’t we come together
And be brothers and sisters?
We are all related,
We’re the children of God.
We may look different,
But deep down we’re not odd.
Brothers and sisters,
Come one, come all.
We must come together before the Universe falls.
Together we are threads of God’s little tapestry
That He likes to call Earth and Humanity.
All this Hatred and Animosity
Must stop because we are all friends, not enemies.
We all form our own little tapestries,
But together we form the greatest tapestry
That He likes to call Earth and Humanity.
 Nov 2015
Ann M Johnson
A man went for a walk one day. He seemed to be searching for something as he hurried about, "Just a rock covered in dirt nothing special he says while he walks away".
  A little girl walking down the same path carefully inspects each rock
  She examines each one and than picks up the same rock that the man
  had rejected.
  She holds it in her hands lifts it up toward the sun and says," you may not look like much outside , but I have a feeling that your true worth lies within you".
She excitedly skips down the path and brings it home and proudly presents the rock to her father.
He carefully takes the rock and breaks it open and discovers the treasure that lies within, a geode that is sparkling like diamonds in the light.
In life people at times are too quick to judge according to appearances alone. They hurry through life seem to be searching for something but not taking time to discover what life has to offer us through one another. They might even perceive that another person is like dirt,and with that misconception they miss out in discovering another's true worth.
Upon closer examination they might discover that the other person has many great qualities and can become a treasured friend.
If only they would slow down and take the time to take a closer look so that they don't miss the hidden treasure that lies within.
 Nov 2015
ryn
Spin a web...
a little tale...
with the
unwavering voice that
tells of limitless grandeur.

Weave the
finest threads of imagination,
laced with infinite magic...
into a spectacle...
of spellbinding tapestry.

Cast your palette,
unto canvas...
brush with the strokes of
your heart's shackled candour.

String your words
into phrases,
into sentences
that turn into beguiling jewels
that we...
only we...

see as poetry.
I am not sure about others but I know that I can not change on my own.
God has became to me the God that saves those whom can not change themselves.
So I cry out to him and then I lay down the mess that I know that I am.
For him to decide which piece of the puzzle to change first of all here.
For he is transforming this mess that I have became here on the earth.
Into the masterpiece , revealing to those whom can not change too.
To trust in him and see just exactly how beautiful their life shall become.
Because he loves working with the ones, that knows that it is him.
Doing this work , and none of them thus then he gets all of the Glory.
 Nov 2015
anu
A Year ago, in the same date
As A Stranger I entered this beautiful Garden Hp
A Beautiful flower (Elsa) drags me with her pure heart
Wise words (from wolf, Sir Poet,Jack, etc.) kept me to know the life’s secret
Sweet buds (Smiriti, Aarvie,) enjoys me with their great writes
Love Birds (Brandon &jane;) echoes me their beautiful rhythms
My Beautiful Bros (ryn, Joe, pradip,spt, Mufiq) supports me and admires with their strong writes
My Sweet sisters (Donna, pax, nimah, Vicki) fills my heart with their pure poems
All my new friends (Eddie, patty, gray l, tropica, wepping willow, Mysterious , Jimmy, its gona make sense, packin heat ,Poetry journal,Dark n beautiful, Wilson, Rose, James, Margaux, Asim, etc) gave me beautiful space and spirits..
Being a part of this beautiful family, felt proud and happy. I take this day to thank all my family who supports me and hears me. My sincere thanks to all.(might missed someone. Thanks to them too.)
I miss many beutiful poets especially my aka (elsa)..
Sorry missed some important members who constantly support me
(Ignetious Hosina,Gutham,HB,Thomas A Robinson)
 Nov 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
I'm going but coming to you again
when the train of love begins to start
then I found myself in love and live
such a bond that bound you to stand beneath the tree

I'm coming but going to you again
when my soul never found any goal
looking for a heart that flies like a bird
as a little bit of anguish which distinguished me without you

If I had not taken birth in this earth, I could not love
as long as I expect you that grew in me
an old empty silent tree even that never been free
from hot dust that always made a long thirst
even alone but still belongs
in the heart of mine

my darling! you know this is nostril
where I'm drilling,  
going but coming back to home again
to tell unspoken words which above all the intolerance of
in the desert burning grains

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Nov 2015
nivek
Caught inbetween each moment and the next
riding the one highway to death
sure we wave, but its always goodbye
even when it seems like we just said hello.
 Nov 2015
Mike Hauser
I see you out there walking
And talking to yourself
What do you do and who do you talk to
When there's clearly no one around

Do you have a load of friends
Imaginary along the way for company sake
To keep the conversation flowing
Something crazy you'd like to say

In the dead of winter
Wearing shoes with no socks
In the coldest of weather
Like that Talking Heads song

I even see you on the corner
In your pacing back and forth
Giving someone a piece of what you have left
For all that you are worth

I sit in my car and contemplate
Where you and I, we both are at
I can count true friends on my one hand
As you count the many inside your head

And who is the happiest of the two
Me or you with the stress of life
If you stop to think about
Who is really out of their mind...
I've been watching this guy for months walking the streets just a rambling and finally got up the nerve to pull over and offer him some money so he could get something to eat or whatever. (never once did I see him out begging, I just figured it was a good ice breaker) I was amazed at how clear, coherent and thankful he was. It just got me to thinking about each of our journeys and where it has and where it is taking us. But also how we on that journey can stop for just that one moment and interact with each other. He changed my way of thinking that day and perhaps I his. And after all...aren't we all a little bit crazy?
 Nov 2015
Livia
I won't be able to live without you
Without your understanding
And without your company

You are beautiful in your own way
Lighting the room up with your presence
And your never-ending, beautiful grin

I know that my worst days
Will be some of your best
And for some reason, I'm happy

I hope you find happiness
I hope you are loved
But most of all, I hope you smile

                                          Because your smile takes my breath away
To everyone.
 Nov 2015
Sally A Bayan
Poetry Is...  

...a journey
...to magical places
never seen....never been to...  

...places...we don't wish
to be...  
places...we'd rather be...

...a palette...
paints the world
black...white...
yellow....green...blue...

...white doves fly somewhere
some places...
red covers the atmosphere

...a bucket
of faces...names...moments
we remember
or forget

....a potpourri...
of sweet nothings
curses
promises, broken
unheard conversations

...of bleeding hearts,
feelings reciprocated,  
smiles, escaping from
contented lips

...of lovers, riding
tandem bikes
flying kites
planning
dreaming...
unending

...of grips
loosening
leaving...
still, we breathe
still, we exist...

Poetry is anything...tangible...invisible
Poetry is US....the WORLD....

(10W X 10)


Sally

Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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