Deborah Brooks Langford

Deborah Brooks Langford May 2015

Come sit in the garden for a while
See the flowers smile
They will give you love
And a few flowers for thee and me
You will have such peace
From their loving place
Of their delightful sounds
With treasures to be found
Their sweetest songs
Come from wonderful thoughts
They will bade you welcome
From the deepest soul
Kindness overflowing
That sweetly flows
Fond of life’s joyful noise
‘Come, come.’ They will say
‘Sit awhile and find your fate!’
Full of love your find at the gate!
Foes and friends
Will last the night
Their beauty your see
Will give you such delightful
Beautiful gardens full of flowers
Toads running amuck
Among the hours
The kitchen cupboards
Filled with sweets
Holding firm that we can dream
The sea lays calm’
At the side.
The moon is fair
Sitting with mom in her chair
Heaven by light is great to see
The paths she takes a delight for all
Never tirelessly will succumb
But will always be the mom
We love!
From Your Daughter Deborah Jo...

#love #life #happy

May 2015

kaylene- mary

Lust Has No Mercy

He's like the angel of death
Breaking bones beneath the sheets
Snorting scars and sipping screams
But even with blood stained hands
He has a touch so smooth
And a tongue so sweet

He is a sin
And oh baby, *I'm one hell of a sinner

#sin #death #lust #angel #***

May 2015

Jake Danby

Beaten by the Streets

The biting winter snarled its teeth,
To awaken him from his concrete bed,
The trees shake with the wind, bare of leaf,
He can’t recall the last time he was properly fed.

Reaching for needle so frequently used,
He burns the powder that spells release,
It strangles his memory of a youth abused,
His arm swallows the bubbling, boiling grease.

He barely realizes the sordid looks and stares,
His battered body warrants such things,
As though he burns eyes like a hundred flares,
They could never understand his wretched beginnings.

Slumped outside the city ATM,
A suited man withdrew money in plenty,
“Any change?” hand extended, like a grubby flower stem,
“Not today, you ***! I can’t spare you a penny.”

#society #thoughts #homeless

May 2015

SE Reimer

sunset dreams

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oh sun set at sunset,
oh set sun divine;
oh sun set at sunset,
oh set sun on mine.

each finger a print,
each palm in your hands,
each color a glint,
from immeasurable sands.

no out-of-time dance,
’tis artistic mystique,
no step left to chance,
it’s unveiling unique;

each a palette’s adieu,
as sunset's wine tips
with a lover's, ‘helloo’,
to kiss twilight lips.

forever the lover,
a gifting, a sign,
as dusk throws its covers
o’er the love it enshrines.

oh sun set at sunset,
my lover is you,
oh sun set at sunset,
'sweetest dreams’ to you too.

~

*post script.

watching a sunset always reminds me
of the ardent kiss of two lover’s
bidding each other, ’good night!’

May 2015

Michael Parish

My mother.

We've been stung so many times black bears drink our pollinated ****. I always wondered if numbness equaled toughness. You, Wrestling your whiskey den and leaving nothing but black turds through out your furry funfettie carpet. How hard working you were before the predawn sunrise of a meaningless morning. Now the blue moon cries sobriety for half a creasant . I guess it isn't easy to change a phase not when somebody already gave out the calendar. Each of us circle holidays just get drunk next to a clock.