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  Sep 2016 jane taylor
Hannah
There must be more than this.
More than what lies
beyond the deep,
blue sky.
Where stars condense,
and collide.
Where glalaxies spin,
and multiply.
Where life blooms,
but never dies.
There must be more
than what lies
at the end
of an ordinary life.
  Sep 2016 jane taylor
Stephan


“For in your light I dream, as evening takes my hand”

Silently I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty
In soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes
and patterns allowing breaths to sigh

Eyes peer into velvet skies,
visions set in motion eternally, find me
stranded within the confines of my heart, longing for you
Desperate for but a breeze, a movement of shadow,
a hope of wishes made upon the early arrival
of this crested view

Lonely among the maples, towering soldiers
lined at fielded boundaries, claiming wisdom
as they too reach for your smile

“And I yearn the knowledge of your distant view”

Do you think, do you feel, do you dream of me
from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths,
candle lit in passing moments which flicker, enchant

Drinking from a porcelain cup caressed by your hand,
a touch my body pleads, soft fingers on smooth surroundings,
ripples following moonlight sonatas,
days of spring blooms and whimsical showers,
flooding affections to wash over me,
carry me to you

This moon, suspended in charcoal heavens
upon a beaded blanket of perfect pearls,
beckons our dreams in simultaneous fashion

“Does your heart share this moon tonight, with me”
  Sep 2016 jane taylor
Dimitrios Sarris
Cool wind filling my chest
eyes rest in this beautiful sunset
ears surrounded by waves crushing at shore.
All i wanted was to sail away into the blue,
broken compass waters unknown.
I remembered the silence under the trees
the scent of the deep green forest
hidden streams reflecting silver.
All i wanted was to stay a little longer.
A familiar rhythm, a song she sang for me
soft notes all over my home
and as i lay numb
my heart beats like the raining clouds.
All i wanted was to be with her.
My roots are broken and wind
carries my soul
feeling cold under the stars.
  Sep 2016 jane taylor
Ramin Ara
At dawn
You  see the face
Of flower covered
With dews
There are the tears
On the meadow
At night
  Sep 2016 jane taylor
Joel M Frye
why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds
For my friends here and around the world on World Poetry Day.
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