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 Dec 2017
Traveler
And so they prayed
Then they hugged
And went their own way
Magical feelings
Natural chemicals  
Within healthy
Minded brains
A sensation of knowing
Children's eyes glowing
Spirits and souls
And holier ghost
Shaking, falling
   The proof of slain...
Vivid are our
Childhood memories
Of the acceptable insane
...
Traveler Tim

And yet I shall
Love you forever!!
 Nov 2017
Musfiq us shaleheen
on the edge
space of dark in the silence
no drought or sandy
nothing rainy
or candy
just feeling beyond
shadows sleeping behind
neither any kind of bind
nor anything bound to find
i know anything is something
nothing not to be say anything
but here is something is nothing
so nothing is bothering
above or below
i feel empty or hollow
in the space of null
there an endless soothing lull
anything may not be moving
even with a gravity's pull
nothing not to be say something
anything else
an infinite dark,
an endless silence
above all,
behind the shadows of love
still an essence
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Nov 2017
wes parham
Slow is her progress and high is her climb,
It's measured in arcs that trace my night sky.
I spoke and she answered, but only in rhyme,
Across space and time, the poetess and I.

In my dream we met, and she told me she'd written,
Something dear to her kind heart- a poetic creation.
For Sara herself, I was utterly smitten,
And I urged her to share it, with awkward elation.

I rambled then, foolish, and shy to be near,
Since her words had already reached me before.
In a future that’s past yet, paradoxically, here,
And knowing, not knowing, just what was in store.

“There's a poem that you wrote...”, I had started to say,
“In the Bradbury story, I think that's the one”,
“There's an automated house that's going through it's day...”,
“It recites your piece aloud...?  but the people have all gone...?”

“ ‘There will come soft rains’,dear friend”, her reply,
And her smile said, “thank you.  I'm glad you recall”,
But this one is shorter”, and her voice was a sigh,
It’s a different theme, but encompasses all”.

Then, as you'd expect, in the midst of a dreaming,
She opened her notebook and the next thing I knew,
Four lines of writing appeared, only seeming,
To arrange themselves magical, universal and true.

——————————————————
"Moon's  Ending"  by Sara Teasdale

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying.

——————————————————

Every step of our lives, we are walking the line,
Fail or succeed, illuminated in the trying,
The moon is just as bright when she's on the decline,
Our light, consolation to the living or dying.

Thank you, poets. You gave everything that you could,
When you’d make something holy from the simplest spark.
Thank you, friend, for understanding. I had hoped that you would.
Thank you, Sara, for writing the light and the dark.
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/moons-ending-with-wes-parham

This is for another collaboration with a composer in the Netherlands, Dennis Ramler.   He wrote a composition inspired by a poem that he loves called "Moon's Ending" by Sara Teasdale and asked if I could write something to mix in.  This is what I came up with.    I'll post a soundcloud link once Dennis has mixed and mastered his track.   The idea was a dream-memory in which the speaker meets Sara just as she has written "Moon's Ending" and entreats her to share it.  They ramble awkwardly about another poem of hers that was used in a short story by Ray Bradbury.  The poem is followed by, basically, a paraphrasing of how I interpret "Moon's Ending" and the final stanza is gratitude for poetry, poets, friendship, understanding, and for Sara who wrote so lyrically about beauty, love, life, and death, each in equal measure of respect and gratitude.
 Oct 2017
SassyJ
She rose from the dead
Claiming the red cases
those keys that heed hate
and bleed the hateful fate

She captured and locked gates
behind a fenced hell circle
where portions are affixed
and souls are trapped in control

She is strangled and wrangled
past the norm,existence zones
inside the spirals of the lost moon
where demons lie and litter ties

She is as strong as the Zion tribe
a lioness with a majestic touch
that propels and tunnels courage
In an afterbirth of the untied ...praises strolls
 Oct 2017
Musfiq us shaleheen
.......

You've lost
in the light years away
Love may exist
at the edge of the universe
You
and the dream
As the space
and time
Expanding mind
as the running water
Straightforward way of
wormhole's magical route
sight is on to you
in the rotation of time
when the space become folded
come close
within the fourth dimension
as mingle at the estuarine

@Musfiq Us Shaleheen
10th October,2017
Dhaka
 Sep 2017
Traveler
Who can escape
The mighty wrath
Of "The Sun God"
Isayso 1:01 to last

In hyper focused view
The eyes of the Sun
Are hot upon you

Tanning the flesh that's bare
Bleaching every body hair
Wrinkled in the end
Crows feet
Dried out leather skin
Every bare naked
Man and **** woman
Exposed to the Sun
The Burning ONE!
Traveler Tim
Sun follower beware!
 Sep 2017
Traveler
Don't go questioning
What you think you know
Don't go searching
For some obscure truth
The love of God
Will save your soul
When you have no
Will left to choose
Find him in the foxholes
Slayed in his design
Stress can cause a miracle
Chill bumps down your spine
Ain't nobody's business
How you waste your time!!
Traveler Tim
(Sarcasm)
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