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 Sep 2017
Crystal Freda
There were two little cats
whose job was to chase bugs and rats.
Sue was frisky. Lou was was lazy.
Sue would chase things with glee
while Lou would rather sleep softly.

They'd sit on the porch.
Sue would light up like a torch
waiting for prey to arrive.
Lou found sleep as a way to survive.

Their owner was an older woman
who would pet them with her soft, wrinkled hand.
She was proud of Sue and Lou
for all what they could do.

Now the old woman didn't know about Lou.
That sleep was all she would do.
Sue thought Lou was no good.
That she shouldn't get what she should.

They were fed the same
and attention that came.
Sue didn't understand
why they received the same love from this woman.

The old woman sat on the porch swing.
She would pet Lou as she'd sing.
Sue came in.
She was determined to win.

The old woman picked up Sue
and continued to pet Lou.
She petted the two
and told them she loved them for what they could do.

She said to Lou, "I love you when you sleep."
She said to Sue, "I love you even with the rats you keep."

"I love you for who you are
even as I am an old char."
The cats cuddled with her
despite how different they were.
 Aug 2017
Gabriel burnS
I don't wear smiles
like clothes,
like you wear makeup

I don't choose in aisles,
in stores,
just for the occasion

You can try
and you'd fit right in my shoes
but I'd never fit in yours

I don't wear jewels
but I'd love
to wear your denial
mmm,
your scent for awhile...
 Aug 2017
Mohd Arshad
Those
Having grudges
Wait for a sound sleep
 Aug 2017
WendyStarry Eyes
A SMILE
WARMS MY HEART
MAKES ME WHOLE
WAKES MY SMILE
INVIGERATES MY SOUL
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 Aug 2017
Madeon
If Love is a disease
then I'm very sick
but incredibly happy....
 Aug 2017
Mohd Arshad
Sometimes, it is loneliness that creates a strong desire in a man
To fill this bowl with crimes......
 Aug 2017
sunprincess
muses with words spun of finest silk
and as fragile as butterfly wings
never cometh spilling those words
for my broken pen to flow over scrolls
leaving messages for all time
 Aug 2017
Mohd Arshad
Poetry
Though doesn't rule over people
changes their way of thinking the things
And then it controls their minds for improvement in their actions
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