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 Oct 2015 g clair
William Cowper
Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snowdrop's pensive head.

Spring returns, and brings along
Life-invigorating suns:
Hark! the turtle's plaintive song
Seems to speak His dying groans!

Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of His worth;
'Tis His sun that lights and warms,
His the air the cools the earth.

What! has autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
Yes, the beams of milder day
Tell me of his smiling face.

Light appears with early dawn,
While the sun makes haste to rise;
See His bleeding beauties drawn
On the blushes of the skies.

Evening with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
Shews an emblem of His grace,
Points to an eternal rest.
 Oct 2015 g clair
Nicholas
Your curvaceous body had me swayed ov'r the bed
to chase the dream, unseen
Salted warmth portrayed the tapestry 'pon life
& I went through the love-stream
to reach out to nowhere but to the doorway of your heart, I gleam
“The Desperation” lit the spark to beloved spirit;
Gratification drove us to lonely-Island
You belonged to firewall & your love supersonic
It's always been a pleasure to me...
to let your breast crush under my chest for the spark of having gratification, electric.
 Oct 2015 g clair
K Balachandran
Ocean currents exuberant, spell out what turbulence, really is
expressions of brute force, takes over the whole of ocean depth,
a puny little fish, blinded by thick foam, navigates alone, finding path,
sheathed in a silence going beyond mind,to a destination luminous,
never perturbed, calmly exploring that state, not fully discernible yet,
an impression abstract, getting infused with more and more clarity
each passing moment,then the orchestra of waves resonates with heart.
beyond the lighted city
past the festive crowd
beneath the melancholic halogen
outside the shut doors and windows
upon a lane paved with garbage
amid an air stenched with *****
between two wooden wheels
head resting on holed rexine
arms limply down from heaven
feet embracing the dirt
sleeps another night
from the ashes of day
dreaming just enough
to muscle
another
morn.
Rickshaw-pullers of Kolkata
a passing thought on a festive night in a blind alley
 Oct 2015 g clair
Joe Cole
Believe in your dreams
Believe what can come
Live your life
But don't live alone
For every woman a man is out there
For every man a woman who cares
Open your heart and open your mind
That person is out there, that person you'll find
 Oct 2015 g clair
Mike Hauser
as soon as it is i fall asleep
i have the strangest of strangest dreams
with the past ahead of me
and the present far behind

i find myself floating out to sea
with empty faces on the shore
all hold flags that once were free
now tattered as well as torn

i try and swim my way back in
but the harder that i try
i'm pulled further and further away from me
with the ever changing tide

as lady liberty waves goodbye
in her overly tarnished stance
i can see she's losing needed strength
from her daily circumstance

then in my dream she topples
top heavy she'd become
is it me or just the dream  
that i can't seem to wake up from
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