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 Nov 2014
wordvango
when young I walked the golden path with my father into

our talking place. Leaves were green buds were growing seeds were
sown trees bowed down. Birds had their nests ready for their young.
Robins fluttered in their tender loves, Blue Jays coyed and cooed to their ones.
Squirrels  played among the dense greenness, jumping like acrobats,
impressing me and the young girl squirrels.

I was thirteen,  I was grown, Oh, did I think!

My father so wise, said "All is life is beautiful. All has a season. Trees have a name as do squirrrels. You have mine. I am proud"

That was all he said.
 Nov 2014
wordvango
ever is where?
I am at it
      I never have seen
a ridge where night
touches the dew- or
     sunlight glows
on both the day and you.

There I sat upon
   a ledge teetering
fearing heights
              and the depths of darkness
     below. Tottered
down upon spoiled grounds.

Ever is where-  over a hill?
    may we ever see
sun glints-
      on green
      eyes
strong trees,
          sowing seeds
in sunlights.
 Nov 2014
SG Holter
Dark were your
yesteryears, so
some corners of your warm
heart stay tainted still

I want to
rip the
black from your inner-
most

no matter how you

might bleed, curl it up
and throw it into the

abyss where the remains
of other pain-dragons slain

remain.
 Nov 2014
Jack
~

Sun filled skies ignite the trees in colorful array
Of falling leaves and scented pine, November on display
The beauty that does meet our eyes so comforts all we see
A Sunday drive, uncharted roads, together you and me

A softer breeze we shall not feel, the wind about our hair
On journeys off to anywhere the two of us shall share
Scenery of heaven sent down every road we drive
Your hand in mine, a favorite song, so glad that we’re alive

Majestic oaks, their leaves of gold, create our solitude
So many years their world has been amongst the harvest moons
Blue sky dreams and dragonflies, the magic that we find
Pumpkin patches line the country streets on which we wind

Love is our companion, constant, everywhere we go
Precious is the feeling as we take in nature’s show
On this early morning as the world does seem to shine
Enjoying every moment with a true love that is mine

There, a happy flock of geese upon a lake they play
Let’s get out and walk a while, take in the wondrous day
Along a path, we stroll the edge, the splendor of it all
Listen as we hear the geese, their early morning call

An autumn day, the sun is bright and you are here with me
Nothing in the scene can show more beauty than I see
When I look into your eyes reflecting skies above
And feel the happiness they bring by showing me your love

We were meant to be right here, wherever this may be
Hand in hand in nature’s home, a feeling oh so free
Or anywhere that we may roam, whatever day does start
For destiny is in control and you are in my heart
plucks            all                 her

He                                         privacy

She                              moans
merrily
 Nov 2014
Aaron Mullin
For Michael, a warrior and an inspiration*

You look at me like I'm weak
I am
Weakness is bending
Not breaking
It's how I show my strength

You look at me like I'm dark
I am
Darkness is brightness
Not reflecting
It's how I show I'm light

You look at me like I'm ill
I am
Illness is health
Not refracting
I call it the illness advantage
It's a mad, mad world...
 Nov 2014
wordvango
Onto a wall I post my claim for love beneath
thy balcony in Verona! I borrow thy name, Juliet,
my love is for her. I too have witnessed mine and thine passions,
I love her so, as did thee.
So, under thy balcony I left a poem,
a rose to another name,
a love I seek!
Help me William and Romeo and Juliet,
to send her my visions!
 Nov 2014
ryn
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there you are...sitting right across •
and here i am...fidgeting in my seat
•searching for words...but seeming-
ly at a loss•only the eloquence of
my racing, thumping heartbeat•
trading only in silent words and
coy gazes•mingling within the
tendrils of  wafting steam•
divine  moment  as the
heart rapidly races•

over our hot cuppas, soaring into caffeine
fueled dreams•
Inspired by a topic in a chat earlier today.
 Nov 2014
Jack
~

Lost without direction

Empty as that crumbled pack of Marlboro lights on the ground

Lonely, a single towel on the line to dry…in the rain

Wasted like left over pudding in the sink strainer

Shredded, an unimportant document in the wrong stack

Destroyed in a crumbled mass of quivering stone

Crying beneath a flowing river rising

Torn apart, a ticket stub to a missed concert

Scared half to death with the other half waiting

Cowering within each breath I no longer want to take

Fractured like grandma’s Hummel found by a wagging dog’s tail

Dead, wearing a disguise of the living…and a poor one at that

Desperate to know that which I won’t

Lost without you
Ok, I just thought maybe you might be tiring of all of the love poetry. :)
 Nov 2014
bones
Climbing slowly
up the back stairs
softly crossing
to the door
pushing gently
knocking empty
bottles to
the bedroom floor,
empty pledge
asleep on bedsheets
broken, blind and
in my chest
I can feel
an ageing drum's beat
marking time,
and emptiness.
(old one rebottled)
 Nov 2014
Traveler
Realist here
Look there's a pink elephant
Taking up space in my living room
What? How dare me bring it up??
Silence speaks louder than...what?
Where am I coming from??

Get the pink elephant out of my living room
If you want me to stop talking about it...
Traveler Tim
Re 02-17
 Nov 2014
SG Holter
I love things you dislike about
yourself.
you are more beautiful to me
now than ever.

I watch your details.
discover something new about
your laugh daily.

angles, lighting, a line revealed,
a curve.

collecting every little imperfection,
seeing their whole as

perfection.

your voice soothes me.
your touch rebuilds my
confidence.

any movement you make now,
is dance.
 Nov 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
She Got Angel Wings Today

Today I lost my mother
A woman I so loved
She gave to me so much joy
A gift from God above

She said we should not worry
There's a time we all must go
Told us of the plans she made
All the things we'd need to know

I'm glad her fight is over
She had given all she can
She knew that she was ready
To meet her journeys end

My mother was a fighter
So much to us she gave
She lived her life for others
Made the world a better place

Her life it was so special
She was a woman I so loved
Raised five children on her own
Not once did she give up

I told her that I loved her
The night before she died
Kissed her as I held her hand
Felt the love she held inside

I loved my mother very much
And I'm glad she feels no pain
I know she went to heaven
She got Angel wings today


In memory of my mother
M Yvonne Roberts
1938 to 2014

Poem by
Carl Joseph Roberts
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