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 Nov 2014
Arcassin B
By Arcassin and Elizabeth


AB:


Flowers blossom,
And sky is bluer than the ocean,
And although it reflects,
We can never witness the motion,
Swimming in the sea of forgotten dreams,
To let go bad memories,
Holy treasons the enemy,
Over lapping actuality,


ES:


Take the beauty of purity,
God's pristine waters, 
And cleanse the betrayals trace,
A new beginning for our world,
The dreams of past days again recalled,,
In this our florid wonderland,
Indigo streams bringing,
Divinity unto man,


AB:

Desires to be rulers of the land,
But not enough cargo on the ship,
Tracing footsteps back to endeavors,
Gods creations like wool and leather,
There will be a forever,
Sweat pouring from your head,
And little red slippers,
theres No place like home,
Figures,


ES:


Come together all of planet, 
Let one design be in mind, 
Share and share alike, 
Make of God's realm on Earth,
A perfect reside of care,
Toil for the hearth's fold, 
Put to bed the weighty anchor, 
Of man's disloyal fife,

AB:

And when it all has reached its peak,
A set to sight on fleek,
If anything , I'd give away my only soul,
Just to save these families,
From the heavens down to the trees,
Everything has means,
Saving purity for one,
Exactly acquired two things,

ES:

To breach the storms,
For good to prevail, 
All begin of oneness to other, 
Nature'******configured with man,
Co-existences yielding a field, 
Of God's pureness,
The flower's dream retraced, 
For our world clan.
With the wonderful miss Elizabeth Squires ❤❤❤❤❤
 Nov 2014
CA Guilfoyle
Tonight in this garden
a million flowers boom
clouds of gypsophila loom
at my window and beyond
with fragrant vines, that crawl
saturate, scented paper walls
these night lilies, only a dalliance
that blooms and fades
your hands soft upon my legs
we are drunk from dulcet wine
sung from the whisper of moon that dips
caress of your reddened lips
all other time is now lost
as we travel this world
lilting softly slow
 Nov 2014
Elizabeth Squires
arm in arm
the pair strolled along Stoney Creek
twas an ancestral wending
stream
the tricking waters
flowed into their souls
beseeching them to
consummate
a rite
of binding  
love

he kissed her so intensely  
as the spirit in the sky sang
she became enthralled
by his full lips twang

unto the mossy creek's edge
they did glide
whereupon they partook
of passion's ride

the Indian brave
and the auburn haired feather
of his dreams
were reincarnated
within the stream's traditional
seams
to ever make love
beside its waterway
unto the days of evermore
the pair did savor
of love's lineal lore
 Nov 2014
Paul M Chafer
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds,
Languishing lazily within a dream,
Once together, but now lost forever,
In fading memory’s drifting stream.

We shared every pleasure, she and I,
Two girls embracing, love so sweet,
Tasting our butterflies and rosebuds,
Consuming our passion’s, *****-heat.

We explored all nature had to offer,
Sun-drenched glades, darkened woods,
Fantasising, and illicitly tantalising,
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds.
Dedicated to Jeanne Midtowns and inspired by her poem ‘Coming Om’ to understand the full flavour of this poem, a visit to Jeanne’s poem is required.
 Nov 2014
AllAtOnce
Puddles pooling on the ground
Rain falling like teardrops without a sound
It's warm one day then cold the next
I'm so sick of trying for the best
The sky is blue, then it's grey
Springtime comes then wastes away
We all want summer but I love spring
Never knowing what the next day will bring
Maybe love or maybe tears
Maybe digging up our deepest fears
Wind howling like angry shouts
Thunder clapping nice and loud
Nothing's easy but that's okay
I think it's supposed to be that way
But spring leaves like everything else
Just returning later to bring more hell
Flowers bloom beneath our feet
Drowning in the best and worst spring we've ever seen.
Kind of an analogy, but I love it.
 Nov 2014
K Balachandran
Across the green of the lawn, the morning sun
makes a spectacular  splash, a wash of gold,
the lonely tree blissfully embracing soft fog
all night long, gets annoyed and feels cheated
as the hands of sun tickles wisps of fog, startled
she  hurriedly leaves disentangling the branches.
A black cat, rudely woken up by sun's sultry pinch
still her eyes half closed,  runs across the lawn,
the dark shadow of the tree fallen across her path
engulfs her, perplexed she rolls on the ground
still her eyes closed, thinks she is trapped and
something is going to happen,"I am dead" she meows,
a morning bird on a low branch, seeing this,is amused,
in mirth she  tweets aloud" you fool, you fool, get up"
 Nov 2014
South-by-Southwest
I book a room at Porto Buzios Bay
Balcony , overlooking bay
Was just a two hour drive from Rio
I was elated while so blue
Making this trip without you

Evening breeze sway the trees
Always made me so forlorn
Reminding me of a love that's torn
Apart for reasons now unknown

Table for one please
She smiles politely
Takes me to a secluded set

Make it a frozen Margarita , no salt
And I toast the town and bay

I have no plans for tomorrow
Nor for any day

All I need is an artist to paint my bay
 Nov 2014
Therese Maryweather
Ashen hair encircles her head,
And a face that could do with a wash.
Yet above the chipped teeth and the grimy brown hands,
Sits, throned, a crown of gold.

A waltzing skirt, trimmed with ribbons of dust,
A bruise of an amethyst hue,
She mutters the stories to ***** grey walls,
The girl with a crown of gold.

The peasants awake, splitting heads, withered throats,
From their bedbugs and blankets and beer.
The princess stands firm, she will not be moved
From her crack-mirrored bathroom seat.

The peasants are worse than usual this morn,
But you have to expect that from them.

The mirror reflects, in its own shattered way
The torn, crushed crown of gold.

There once was a prince, in this faery land.
A baby too brave for his good,
A trip away, up the silent back stairs.
                             -
They can't batter his new crown of gold.

The streets try to drag her back into the world,
But she only sees carpets of red.
In a fairytale land where no evil is seen,
Sometimes paper's more precious than gold.
 Nov 2014
Kakiara
Is it wrong to wish that you have a better life

eventhough you know you’ve got all you need

in your guts you feel that missing piece

and the wind passing through

suddenly it gets cold

wondering why

things are happening to you

but again you’ve got all you need

still, you ended up wondering and wondering
 Nov 2014
Elizabeth Squires
a measure of this
shall ne'er be far wrong
within your person
what it tells
can be taken
as being on the mark
and to be aware of it
shall prove you to be
no goof
down in the basement
of the intestines
this innate thing
doth really shine
its advisory
is worth listening to
such is the insight
it brings
not any miring
nor cloudiness
but a transparent case
peerless
without it where would we be
the gut instinct
that marvel of nature
is of us all
such
a valuable
commodity
 Nov 2014
wordvango
each drop
    every one
from eye or sky
    on window,
cheek,
      crys
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