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 May 2014 Grace
nivek
anchor
 May 2014 Grace
nivek
at anchor
now

anchored
shifting sands

moving
with tides

tied to
a moon

for love
and succour

wrapped around
a sun

too hot
to touch

up anchor
move on

sail into
space
 May 2014 Grace
nivek
Blue Flowers
 May 2014 Grace
nivek
the brush was dipped in blue
touched my eyes as they lay
dormant

when I left the womb
unfurled  opened
to look upon the world

and the world
beheld
my blue flowers
 May 2014 Grace
Seán Mac Falls
Late salutations  .  .  .
Old autumn guests come and go,
  .  .  .  Still leaves on the porch.
 May 2014 Grace
JC Lucas
Resist!
 May 2014 Grace
JC Lucas
Don't breathe long and slow-
don't be carried downstream by the current
of the universe-
Fight!
Thrash and writhe and wriggle with all your might.
And of zen, well...

**** zen!
We are alive that we can go against
that mighty current-
for a while.
Don't waste your time in stillness!
Don't accept!
Be loud and fast, and fly in your own direction.

There will be time to be still,
there will be time to accept,
there will be time to dissolve into homogeneity,
more than enough time.

Don't squander the opportunity
to fight,
to resist,

to live.
 Apr 2014 Grace
nivek
Your Poetry
 Apr 2014 Grace
nivek
All these poems
I would grab
put in my pockets
sit somewhere alone
and read
over and over
until
memorised
sing them all
from the highest of towers.
 Apr 2014 Grace
nivek
I lived as a poet
A bard
Drunk on song
 Apr 2014 Grace
Seán Mac Falls
Sun slowly sinking above the river rushing,
Lime white lilies trumpet to the moon aloof,
Fatted fowl wading, an end to days hushed,
Lo, mercurial otter slips downstream— ****!
 Apr 2014 Grace
nivek
I lay down each day
in a bed of flowers
the ones in our garden
There just outside the window
 Apr 2014 Grace
Sjr1000
Life somehow finds its way
cracks in the concrete
a rose
Neon in the desert night miles away.
Ancient lakes
beneath thousands of years of ice
blind beings buried in the sands
on the winds
in your eyelids
Life somehow finds its way.

On city streets
tented encampments
brutal abuse
where all should be dead
Life somehow finds a way.

The wounded
tormented by years of sorrow
even when all others succumb.
Somehow life finds its way.

Having babies in the fields
Plague in the gardens
Epidemic on the concrete
Wars in the jungle
Somehow life finds a way.

It has been said
over specialization leads to extinction
species come and go
will it now always be so?

Has the last bell rung?
has the last song been sung?
Is this the end of us?
I guess mankind will decide
whether we are here or not up for the ride.

Or
on planets around distance suns
perhaps
life has somehow found its way.
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