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 Jun 2016 Emily R
Joel M Frye
Poets do not
make a living;
they make a life.
I play along,
My notes fitting almost perfectly,
Half a breath out of time, but ringing true,
I could turn off the recording,
Play it all myself,
And no difference would be heard,
But for my fingers slipping,
And playing unintentional grace notes,
Styled out but there,
And I know they're there,
But perhaps they should stay.
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Lauren Ehrler
I go to bed
Too hot to sleep
So I lay there
Under my sheets
My mind starts to drift
And what do I think?
Only of you
My cheeks are pink
I have a huge grin
My stomach starts to flutter
Then panic sets in
I can't think about a boy at this time!
I've gone mad with my thoughts
And surely I have committed no crime
But thoughts can be poison
That tickles your mind
And your emotions deepen
Now I start to think of little things
My mind relaxes
My heart sings
Possibilities are endless
I start to sigh
As I fall asleep careless
About ending time
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Àŧùl
An owl so elegantly sits here,
On the branch of any mango tree,
It so silently sits sans any fear,
On the three mango trees we have,
An owl so wisely perches there.
The owl is the most gorgeous bird.
My affinity to owls grew since Harry Potter.

My HP Poem #1083
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Stu Harley
let my flesh
be
the surface
while
my soul
have
a purpose
before
my eyes
have opened
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Poetic T
Ash woven words blow upon the wind
as my mind is aflame as incendiary ideas
Ignited within.

Smoked damaged odours linger upon the
collective thoughts, embers of now cooled
interpretations slowly cohere into meaning.

And then the sparks of combustion on my mind,
like doves of ash they fly to where ever
that thought is needed and then rests.
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Akira Chinen
She has a bird for a heart
And magic flying wildly
In her eyes
She has an hourglass smile
That never runs out of sand
She paves the road of madness
With evey step she dances
And walks
She gives birth to stars
And love
With every breath
She takes and gives
Her heart the bird
The center
Of my universe
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Bailey
Hungry
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Bailey
Tears stain
mother's cheeks
as she
struggles
to fill
her child's
tummy.
She skips
another meal
and
feeds,
nourishes,
protects.
She hears
the moans
and cries
her
baby
exerts.
The dark
circles under
their eyes.
So tired
of being
hungry.
Hungry.
All other
thoughts
vanish.
Hungry.
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 Jun 2016 Emily R
Mr E
Be Yourself
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Mr E
Have you ever seen
a misshapen cloud?
I think not.
So be like a cloud.
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