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 Mar 2012
K Balachandran
West wind, a ***** lover,
goes round and round,
tickles the trees in bloom,
that go hysteric with delight.
 Mar 2012
K Balachandran
generally speaking, world isn't bad,
though ravaged, nature remains fecund,
  diversity, great  blessing,  persists,
**but folks!  urgently mend your ways.
 Mar 2012
JK Cabresos
My poem warms my nights like a silver moon,
like fireflies on the trees; fantasy is what I longed,
constructed feelings, somehow are unexplained,
like bubbles of morning air, touch my skins.

It's not how I intertwine my heart all of the sudden,
but how our language diverged; beautifully spoken,
and when my mind erects, so slow, for real
that's when I ******* words suitable for her.
© 2012
 Mar 2012
JK Cabresos
I'm crying in the rain,
so no one would notice.
© 2012
 Mar 2012
joanna dibble
forgive everyone
the greatest teachers often
inflict the most pain

small cricket
sings in clothes dryer
laundry can wait

four leaf clover
pressed in dictionary
dried up good luck
let me just say that slavish devotion to traditional 5-7-5 form is not a golden rule. my teacher's opinion was these attempts (in english) are often awkward, reaching for spare syllables that take away from the beauty of the poem.
i believe the purity of the image transcends the number of syllables.
 Mar 2012
joanna dibble
two wolf spiders
face off on the bathmat
epic battle or sweet seduction


long dark cloud lines
brushstrokes at dawn
nature's i-ching


i'm not crazy - i'm crazed
this old *** has acquired
lovely patina
 Mar 2012
joanna dibble
she tiptoes amidst
a thousand pearls
as if walking in air
 Mar 2012
JK Cabresos
There's nothing wrong
when you show them
your tears. Let them
know you were hurt,
and don't just pretend
you are strong and brave.
© 2012
 Mar 2012
JK Cabresos
Judge me,
I am weak,
and could never
be the best,
judge me,
tell me, I am
naive, fool,
everything
that could hurt
my feelings,
judge me,
in order
for me to know,
that I am better
than you.
© 2012
 Mar 2012
joanna dibble
contrapuntal raindrops
tapping tin roof
fugue state


ignorance is bliss
there is ignorance around here
24/7


a woman's red heart
lives by what's seen within
and felt without
 Mar 2012
K Balachandran
your ardently seeking lips,
thob in naked lust,
***** out blood,
like a thirsty vampaire.
 Mar 2012
K Balachandran
i am open, non judgemental,
hold nothing against boisterous women;
*(if they are some others'
girl friends or wives )
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