Love this... - Hello Poetry

Nov 2014

Traveler

Caravan of infidel's
Show me
What I've missed
I tip my hat
Raise my glass
And await
The gypsy kiss

Burry now
Those hatches
Stained in blood
Of old
I lost my reason
To live in hate
Many years ago

But have you?

Nov 2014

KA

The Truth is....

I just want to be happy.
to be thought of.
appreciated.
to be heard.
for the wind to kiss my face.
.......to be loved.

#kiss #happy #i #loved

Nov 2014

axr

Poetry is for...

'Poetry is for emos!'
screamed a prosaic once
Don't worry,
he's dead now
I shot him with my gun
which is made from words
'Poetry is for the beautiful minds'
Someone once said
'No, silly! Poetry is for the scarred soul'
replied a maiden
'Poetry is for people like me!'
screamed Mr.R
'No happiness but chests filled with money!'
'Poetry is my hobby.'
said a future entrepreneur
'Poetry is for the one dealing with loss'
said the scientist
'I don't care about poetry, How often do you floss?'
said my dentist.
'Poetry is dumb.'
said the misanthrope
'Poetry makes me think about him'
said the victim of infatuation
I cleared my throat and spoke to clear the confusion
'You're wrong to say poetry ain't fun
poetry is for everyone'

thoughts.
comment below and tell me what do you think of this. might add more later

#poetry #words #thoughts #me #argument #debate #write

Nov 2014

Jack

Around here?

~

Are you from around here?
I asked throughout his song
While staring to the evening skies,
behind a day so long

His answer shone so brightly,
a beacon in the mist
This sympathetic voice did tell
in winter dreams as this

Long ago I lived my life,
forever to be strong
Now singing in the dead of night,
you hear my star lit song

So gaze upon my volume,
my music lights the way
Still shining an eternity
yet changing everyday

Am I from around here?
Come listen to my tune
Every night I sing to thee,
you see I am the moon

Nov 2014

K Balachandran

Unlearning her thorny habits of love

A cactus he loved, all he saw was beauty in her,
the fascinating patterns,were engagingly intriguing,
she sought his thorns, to naturally reciprocate,
to love him, the way she always had known that art.

            Never could she find, even one, however she tried,
           thorns weren't his attraction, was she disappointed?
           she had to learn  love transactions, eliminating thorns,
           then, everything in place had fallen one by one.

#love #hurt #resonance #mistaken #reciprocation #thorny

Nov 2014

The Anonymous Joker

Exacting

I've been writing such exacting words

Addressing questions

Too many of them

Where's the love
the fun

if it's all laid out in print

It's supposed to be shady
The elusive meaning

Darting

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around

The lines.

Where's the fun if it's easy?

poeticize already ******

Nov 2014

Aaron Mullin

Slaying the Patriarch

By leading with heart
Using a guillotine

Is where some start
Following Zen

And learning to crawl
Through ration of arts

Savouring the indelible sweetness
Helps lead the precocious

Enjoying inclusions
Doesn't have to preclude

Seeing with eyes
Can lead to deception

Best plant the seed
Using inception

That's why the Queen of Hearts
Whispers *off with your head

Written at LAX

I already live in the surreal. Definitely don't need 10 year old kids asking me questions like 'On a scale of one to ten what is your favourite colour of the alphabet?' Then staring me down awaiting an answer....don't need it but love it!

#lax #indigo #hummingbird

Nov 2014

Anubis the Philosomancer

Big Mind in a Little Pond

A fourth-rate Mind
wants to be the big fish in a little pond
without realizing there's a bigger pond.

A third-rate Mind
is the big fish in a little pond
keeping other fish from leaving the little pond.

A second-rate Mind
wants to be in the big pond
but has too much self-doubt to try.

A first-rate Mind
realizes it doesn't really matter which pond it's in
and tries to grow regardless.

Following a whim~

A variation on a theme.

Nov 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Beside you walks a woman

poems flow like rivers in tide
when she’s by your side
and reclines a November afternoon
on the back of the crescent moon!

you tell her stories only for her made
as the birds their weary wings spread
when her face is west borrowed red
and you grab the last flickers before they fade!

you don’t talk of love but companionship
as night wears on and comes not sleep
the mangrove smells of long dead shells
with returning tide the river swells!

beside you walks a woman in your mist of tears
a face you hadn’t seen over all these years
she’s the woman you wonder if you ever knew
a companion a lover one dream forever new!

Nov 2014

Jack

“She loves me, she loves me not”

~

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Petal by small white petal I ask
of this delicate bloom I now hold in my hand
Yellow face peering up at me as if it wants to answer
in only a way that will make me happy

“She loves me, she loves me not”

But does it know the answer I seek,
for I do want her to love me, like she loves the flowers,
the ocean and sipping tea by twilight music
filling the tree lined silhouettes with melodies of enchantment

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Two more petals fall to the ground,
creating elongated oval patterns about my feet
like ivory snow flakes flittering in the sun
staring up at me with questions of their own

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Maybe I will whisper my desires,
allowing them to flow on the wind,
absorbed by nature, dispersed upon the beauty
in hopes this earthly decoration might understand

“She loves me, she loves me not”

As nature offers her wonders, she too brings them
In perfectly presented symmetrical fashion
for I see there are only four petals remaining,
the count stays even

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Oh poor flower, shedding petals like tears
do they flood your core as they do my heart
fear not my petite friend, for I stand in a field
of your brothers and sisters

“She loves me, she loves me not”

I shall pick another tender bloom
to follow my quest again,
though unlike nature, I have no rules to follow
and I shall begin this time

*“She loves me not, she loves me”

Nov 2014

Amitav Radiance

Few Words and a Letter

My feelings
Chronicled on the paper
Lay there for ages
Wanting to get rid of it
I crumpled it
And sacrificed it to the wind
One fine day
I get a reply
Based on my forgotten feelings
The wind delivered it
To the rightful recipient
Sure, words are resilient
They withstood challenges
To make my feelings known
Now, we exchange letters
Waiting to meet someday

#feelings #words #writing #paper #letter #recipient

Nov 2014

Aaron Mullin

Metaphysical Mayhem

Sitting in my Yurt:
A trophy room

Warming myself by
A violet flame

Tom Waits streaming, essentially screaming
'All Stripped Down'

6 dwarves on the wall ~ my masks:
Base, sacral, solar plexus, heart, third eye

One place left
It feels right

Inevitably coming off
My crown, no longer masking

Free flowing energies
Tantric, not romantic

In search of the Moon
Octavio whispers about the Sun

Removing the 7th dwarf
Reveals a giant

It's Snow White and it's
Ivory & Obsidian

1 blink yes
2 blinks no

Rebuilding psyche
On a binary platform

Climbing over the rainbow
You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold

Through a black and white prism
Entrained within the prison

A white horse
Resounding out of the North

Through an impossible nightmare
Built on kamikaze dreams

Boundaries dissolve into a never ending
Never beginning: yin yang

Another yellow brick in
The wall

Borrowed some lyrics from Arcade Fire ~ Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)

Written in San Diego outside the Cave of Wonders