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  Apr 2015 Hanna Rose
Lorraine DeSousa
Like a crushed petal, unbearably tender,
I walk the place where you were born.
Shadows now surrounding the ecstasy,
Of kisses lingering ‘til morn.
The space reflects now an innocent light,
Where we thought a lifetime arose,
Our lives filled with supernatural minutes,
Perfumed nights, naked flesh, we unfroze.
We were drunk under the spell of summer,
And in perpetual moments we captured,
All that was, and is, and ever could be,
From the moon to the stars enraptured.
We spoke of everything in the world,
Our subjects were only ever you and me,
Dizzy, bubbling, life’s blood streaming
A delirious passion, lasting eternity,
And now within this terracotta land,
Under blinding cerulean skies
My heart cries out to the cold cruel sea,
As minute by minute I die.
  Apr 2015 Hanna Rose
Iris Nyx
What marvelous beauty
To that I was so unaware
Came to front and newly
presented an Utopian swear

In the time that my moon allowed
In the time that my mind allowed
my moon to exist
I was incandescently warm

And for months I marveled
Well aware of the fabricated luminosity
That this dear moon shone
But still - I basked in the light

That was granted
And how simple it was
So adjust a pair of gloves
to shield integument from brilliant cadence that was ever so enchanted

And now that the short lived inspiration
At the sound of a syllable has vanished
All my hopeful admiration
has seemingly been banished

And to my honest surprise
A breath of relief
Instead of one of demise
Has looked to proceed
I really thought this was real
I really thought I wasn't alone
But the feeling is all too familiar and I'm okay
I'm not okay but ill continue to breathe
because that's what humans are made of right?
Sterner Stuff.
  Mar 2015 Hanna Rose
depraVed
Each star glistens to the cadence of my radiant soul.
I am beyond the apogee of any mass.
Feel my glow.
luminescent is my existence.
Vows of peace echo with persistence.
It echoes where time does not command.
Floating through the guilded gate with love in hand.
Purify me with your presence.
Eternal love is your essence.
I feel it now; I knew I would.
Reunited with what is good.
  Mar 2015 Hanna Rose
Tammy M Darby
and cross my heart
When the ghosts of the past appear
and the dark nightmares start
There is no respite to be found
Pity finds no escape
As I am completely surrounded
By the shadows of fate.

So claw the dark demons;
Sharp nails,
Out of my suffering mind.
Forced now to surface
Once held captive in time

So I say my prayers
Listening to tragic sighs
Prepare for the onslaught
Close my eyes

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Mar. 15, 2015.
Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.

By the bedside, on the stair,
At the threshhold, near the gates,
With its menace or its prayer,
Like a medicant it waits;

Waits, and will not go away;
Waits, and will not be gainsaid;
By the cares of yesterday
Each to-day is heavier made;

Till at length the burden seems
Greater than our strength can bear,
Heavy as the weight of dreams
Pressing on us everywhere.

And we stand from day to day,
Like the dwarfs of times gone by,
Who, as Northern legends say,
On their shoulders held the sky.
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