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TWEETS

I've never felt
The need to tweet
Does that mean
I'm incomplete?
My many thoughts
My words of wit
Have not been shared
By means of twit
Give me facebook
I'll wax lyrical
About life and love
And things satirical
But don't ask me
To send a tweet
I'll run away
Get cold feet
Wouldn't know how
To make a start
Don't think I'll ever want
To learn the art
I'm starting to feel
Like a real Luddite
A bit old fashioned
Not very bright
Hashtag this and that
What's that all about?
Think I'm going to
Have to bale out
Of these constant developments
In means of communication
I can't keep up
I need a bit of stagnation
Take time out
Do some meditation
Sit back, relax
Get some sedation
Enjoy the sounds of nature...
...Now that is sweet
...Listen to the birds sing
...Tweet, Tweet, Tweet!                            

Nicki Tilston
I'll fall in your embrace
With my droplets mizzling upon you,
Dear, would you let me embosom?

I'll wander around your infinite contours,
Gluing to you in your rugged facets,
Dear, would you let me explore?

I'll dance with your essence
And liberate your scents imbibed in me,
Dear, would you let me adrift?

I'll mingle with your hues
Without loosing my limpid self-hood,
Dear, would you let me defy?

Under the glaring sun, under the gleaming moon,
I'll shine back our entwined zeal,
Dear, would you let me scintillate?

I'll quiver and twitch when the breeze hits hard,
I'll cling to you with my sinking heart,
Dear, would you then let me depart?

I was lost to infinity, you'd thought.
But here I am, in pieces, but caught.
Dewy loam lets me in.
To unite us again, for love must win.

Dear, would you let me be you?
Dear, would you let me be us?
Pouring clouds never stimulate the writer in me, but today it did. I gazed at these water drops on the purple heart plant for so long & captured the moment in my camera and in my writing too. This poem talks about two individual beings that unify as one yet are separate identities. Life exists in a constant state of change and I tried to connect their story with the reality of life. Its about their endearment moments, their separation, their reunion, their infinite love, their infinite existence.


I'll plant a kiss in your lips,
So that a smile will grow in it,
Then its roots will reach into your heart and soul,
And that love will be its fruit.


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon ❤❤



***. Lol. I didn't realize this became the daily poem ON MY BIRTHDAY. Hahaha.. Lots stuff are happening today and I am really happy. Thank you everyone
(a repost, from 2014)



two hands,
reach and hold,
entwine...reassure...

the eyes meet,
speak without words...

hearts beat
in one rhythm...
beating faster,
breath upon breath
as
two lips
press upon each other,
intense kisses ensuing...

feet,
in a huddled language,
toes, touching

two bodies,
sharing warmth,
sharing love,
sharing moments sublime...
immeasurable bliss,
undeniably
~~~d i v i n e~~~


Sally


Copyright January 28, 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
I am in the fire my love
I cannot tarry, cannot extinguish
nor distinguish right from wrong
sometimes places I don't belong
I am desolate in a desert, resurrected, burned
deep in fields of sage
a breath of fiery blaze
the pull and push away
I lay in a bed of ashes
feel this rebirth
as another death
blows away.
Some say that God created the Universe,
But others say it was all an Accident.
Yet either way
Accident or God
Must have Existed
In some Realm or Place.

Think about it.
No accident without cars, ships, trains or planes.
No God without Somewhere to reign.

Oh yes, of course, it’s all beyond our mortal comprehension.
Outside of space and time.
But here’s the rub,
The Bard would say:
The miracle is that we Think,
That we Know we exist
Somehow.

Sentient Consciousness:
The most wonderful thing,
All lodged in the Brain.

Matter is easy
Compared with the maze
Of DNA.
Billions of years
Of Evolution
Punctuated
By mass destructions
That darkened the Earth
For many long years.

So now we can watch a golden sunrise
Or russet sunset.
We can marvel at the Milky Way above us:
Countless snowflakes swirling
Over the endless plain.

Paul Butters
Considering the human predicament again.
 Sep 2015 Deovrat Sharma
A Lopez
The accuser
Is really the
Predator,

The prey
Always falls victim
To these predators,

And after their done ******
Us victim's,
They
Apologize,
And say they didint realize what they were doing.
How could you not know,
You are the predator.
Us victim's though,
We dust our feet
And get back up.
Why can't we just dance in the rain
and let the sun **** our tears

Why can't we have the strength to bear the pain
and let life save the happiness for us later

Why can't we, among this atrocity, be sane
and let our mind engage in love and compassion

Why can't we live our lives driving in the happy lane
and let each moment make a world of its own

Why can't we just sit, staring at the smoked window pane
and let our dreams light up the lamp of hope and joy.

Why can't we stop whining,
for our efforts will never go in vain,
in this blue sky we are always shining
spreading happiness for others to gain.
Our simple good nature can generate lot of happiness around, we just don't realize how effective we can be for others.
 Sep 2015 Deovrat Sharma
ShaeZen
What a marvelous thing it is
to be alive and to feel.
To take a deep breath
to take in a vast field.
The field from which we feel is one of our own sowing
So fear not what your reap,
but celebrate your keep.

Trying times make a harvest seem daunting,
like a summers worth of planting has come up to nothing
just keep watering and digging
so your flowers can see light

Our feelings are much like these flowers
Beautiful and strong
who shine brighter everyday
if allowed to express their way
without needing to have it your way
but rather just wanting you to have a picnic today
among their vast fragrances

The lesson here from amongst the flowers
is to be still, and listen for hours
the song they sing is for you alone to hear
they speak of your triumphs, your woes and fears
accept their song
because
its truly your own voice you hear

So pick a bouquet of flowers
Roses and Tulips too
accept the healing grace of love
that grows inside of you
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