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 Dec 2015 Hilda
Àŧùl
You know me,
I can't love again,
This loneliness stays.
My HP Poem #928
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Mike Hauser
far to long now
we've let somehow
rotten fruit stay on the vine

and even those that fell
still have a smell
that hasn't dissipated with time

now we seem to find
while the outside hides
the stench that is within

where it takes its toll
mind, body, soul
the plans and schemes of man

what sometimes starts out right
you never think it might
end up going bad

but such is life
when the rot that's on the vine
is all that you have left

bitter fruit
starts at the root
and with what you fertilize

time will take its toll
on this, americas darkened soul
as it withers up and dies
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Mike Hauser
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80

I know I've reposted this for a couple years now
but will continue till my dying day...
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Alyssa Underwood
There are days one feels dead to everything
but eternity and poetry
 Dec 2015 Hilda
ryn
Wealth is Finite
 Dec 2015 Hilda
ryn
.
•not all
of us were born
with the gift of health
•not all were born into a
bassinet  fashioned out of
gold•but all of us here, be-
stowed with a treasure tro-
ve of literary wealth•an e-
ndowment to last a life-
time, that never gets
old•one must
take it
and s-
oar to
great-
er hei-
ghts..•
...ones
should
never...
forsake
such  a
boon •
let  the
...black-
ness of
our ink
coat......
the  em-
ptiest of
nights •
let the p-
ermanen-
ce   in  our
words over-
whelm...
the




finiteness
of the
silver spoon
.
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 Dec 2015 Hilda
Francie Lynch
Life's not laundry.
Don't separate
The colours
From the whites.
A Canadian's advice to Donald T.
 Dec 2015 Hilda
ryn
Unsung
 Dec 2015 Hilda
ryn
.

fes-
tooned
against the
canvas of night
•your efforts would
reach but it's just too far•you twinkle the hardest...despite•
being crowded by the other stars•at times i see you
faltering dim•you fight to conserve what
fuel you've left to burn•as you
feel the encroaching void from uni-
verse's rim•keep    twinkling for only
time...will                                  tell what's
left t-                                                  o learn•
•                                                         ­               •

.
You're all stars in my eyes...

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 Dec 2015 Hilda
Sjr1000
Dawn
 Dec 2015 Hilda
Sjr1000
The flowers of the dawn
Unfurled its petals
In pinks and reds
A solitary Venus stands
unblinking in the black sky
And with the dawn vanished and was gone.

Packing the pack
in the name of that
which held no more pain
It was time to hit the road again

Doubts linger with the rising sun
But the choices
They are few

The oceans
The mountains
The deserts
They hold the views

Chasing the dawn
Chasing the beginnings
It is time to begin again.

The pack holds the few essentials
For the journey's road

Long and arduous
Peaceful and calm
All moments are held
And pass on by

Time to go is all that is known

Laughter and glee
Loves and loses

Time a ribbon
Unfurls in the sky
Dragging all along
Down
To that endless highway.

Just a visitor
renting space
along the way

A pause to watch
This very dawn
Then heading on down the way
again

The road
It begins in the dark
It ends there too.
bright, clear, dark brown eyes
looking deeply into mine
a smile grows within
her free and warm acceptance
touching, comforting me
gently inviting
Choka
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