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Mar 2015 David Crum

Witch Hunt

Mar 2015 David Crum

Liam Adam Scicluna

Tingling thoughts of ******,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past;
further floats among the living effigies.

A whisper from long ago still echoes,
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.

#mystery #****** #ghosts #hunt #persecution #witch

Mar 2015 David Crum

Wave

Mar 2015 David Crum

Wanderer

Wave

In a sea of faces
Your eyes would be my anchor

Mar 2015 David Crum

Best Wishes

Mar 2015 David Crum

Wanderer

Best Wishes

I hope you woke up next to sunshine
A soft smile and sleepy eyes
To greet you come morning
I hope she lights you up inside
Loves you for you
Helps you to love yourself
I hope...

Mar 2015 David Crum

Peel My Love Like An Onion

Mar 2015 David Crum

Wanderer

Peel My Love Like An Onion

All of the passion has been ripped from me
Piece by excruciating piece
Layer by sandpaper-salt-wound layer
Until all that remains
Is the hallow, numb seat of my soul
Cradling softly to my shadowed center
*The last sweet breath of you

Mar 2015 David Crum

Holding On

Mar 2015 David Crum

Wanderer

Holding On

I want to expose you
Pull out from behind static screens and caffeine
I don't want to know you sober sugar
Only as a lover
Dipping in and out between light's fall
Light's rise
Concrete beneath never-at-home feet
Losing sand as time runs
Always in a hurry walking too slow
I catch up
Hands palm to palm
In heart to heartbeat resuscitation
I've Gypsy Blood, remember honey
Where you go
This sun drunk passion ***** follows

Mar 2015 David Crum

Two Years Gone

Mar 2015 David Crum

Wanderer

Two Years Gone

Two years gone
Willow-o-the-whisp whispers
Fleeting in those final moments
Yet standing stark as limestone monuments
Now that time has passed
Many things I let slip soft as silk against your feverish skin
Hoping that they wound their way through the fog of narcotics
Finding the struggling will of your spirit
Easing your decision to soften your hold
How could I explain that your vessel was failing
You knew in the slowing of your heart
The stressed racing of mine
I could believe you smiled though your features lay lax
Last breath eased out in exhaustion
Finding peace after a well fought war
Two years gone
*I still feel you here

Two years ago today you passed. Still loved. Still missed.

Jan 2015 David Crum

Remember the Hold

Jan 2015 David Crum

Wanderer

Remember the Hold

I'm holding strong
Tight, so close the edges blur
Lines that once defined us
Now entwine us
Even though we are no longer the same
Your breath still warms my cheek
Heart still dances to your beat
We watch as the years pass
Age lines, laughter leaving it's mark
With time passing I wonder
If our eyes will find each other
At the end
Or if, like so many other's grip
We will slip away

Jan 2015 David Crum

मेरी आमाको हात

Jan 2015 David Crum

Saujan Gyawali

मेरी आमाको हात

मेरी आमाको हात

मेरी आमा
मेरो बाबाको सबेरै उठाउँने
Alarm Clock

बिहान्भरी भन्सामा नाचेर
धुप बालेर
घन्टिको टिन टिन आवज सगै
छोराको हातमा मोबाईलको साथमा
अनि
बाबाको पत्रीकाको साथमा
चियाको कप पुराईदिने
मेरी आमा

मिठो काउलिको तरकारी
घिउले झानेको दाल
हरियो पोशिलो साग
अनी तातो तातो माम
तयार गर्ने
मेरी आमा

मिनेट र घण्टाको सुई हेरेर
अली अलि सिरिङ्गगार गरेर
दुई गास माम
टप्प टिपेर अफिस जाने
मेरी आमा

हप्ताको शनिबार
कुम्भकर्ण सँग चयालेन्ज गर्न ग्वार ग्वार सुतिराखेको म
अनि
आमाको त्यो हातको रातो चुरा छन छन
गरेर बज्दा ब्युजिन्छु
फेरी आर्को हप्तालाई थाती राख्छु
कुम्भकर्ण लाईहराउने सपना

लम्पसार परेका लुगामा डल्लो सबुन लाई
नाथे टुक्रा टुक्रा हुँदा सम्म रगडेका
मेरी आमाको हात
अनी मेरो बाबालाई मन नप्र्ने
मेरी आमाले Vaseline Intensive Total Moisture Careले चिल्लो परेको हात
मेरी आमाको हात

©सौजन ज्ञवाली
1 January 2015

Dec 2014 David Crum

Oh, I'm Being Eaten by a Boa Constrictor

Dec 2014 David Crum

Wanderer

Oh, I'm Being Eaten by a Boa Constrictor

By Shel Silverstein**

Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

Other than "Sara Cynthia Silvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out", this is my favorite poem of Mr. Silvertein!!!

Dec 2014 David Crum

Internal Opera House

Dec 2014 David Crum

Wanderer

Internal Opera House

These voices inside
Are not silent
They are free
Shouting and singing
me me Me **ME