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 Oct 2014 Dee
wordvango
new
 Oct 2014 Dee
wordvango
new
walk the path unused unseen
see the endless view and dream
see a world at peace
with me
view an entirely new you
and me.
 Oct 2014 Dee
wordvango
posy story
 Oct 2014 Dee
wordvango
Poem of prosy
I am so sorry
to relay this story
of ending glory
knowing
your suspenseful stories
await my attentions.
Your suspenseful showy
purposefulness I feel,
I do!
I read and write and breathe
and cry!
Just as you.
I slay dragons daily,
carry princesses away,
I live in castles
like you!
I walk every word wearily,
or crawl away , but always go forward.
 Oct 2014 Dee
Saphanuel Silas
Call me a ******* if you will
I'd even love to agree
But I can't
Because I have no mother
And never did
 Oct 2014 Dee
Seán Mac Falls
Beauty is all earth,
History, Her-story naught,
  .  .  .  Else sheer vanity.
Rendering Tears of painful knowing
beyond human endurance
her tiny nose pressed to the window
her little breath clouding over
shortness coming to her little form
in a voice of inky blackness
in a small voice she cried
till the very end ...

Her tortured heart becomes a shadow
Understanding blindness
just means another
Even in the vast darkness
overcoming the death of her blackness ...

The sky so blue changing colors
turning black to the touch she feels numb
Those were times she had wept so silently
never knowing what was to become ...

"Never go", she whispers softly
As the Angel sat at her side
holding the little one so gently
knowing the hurt she did abide ...

The dawn was coming
beyond the night
singing softly
a little song
Little Serenity was dreaming ...

She has now outlived
the pain and sorrow this day so long,
The Angel sat long and hard
Purple clothes had she
Holding the child in her arms
crying softly 'Why? Oh how could this be?" ...

Delivering the child softly and tenderly to the arm's of the Queen
She stood poise waiting for the blessed command.

Debbie Brooks 2014 Copyright
 Oct 2014 Dee
SøułSurvivør
The fine art of saying things
And not saying them

Simultaneously.



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 30, 2014
I don't like Cattiness.
When I say
Something I'm pretty
Direct... and I tell
People what the cat
Is trying to say in
Front of EVERYONE.
 Oct 2014 Dee
Firefly
The double moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.
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