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Jul 2011 jeffrey robin

Adelaide Caron Dyson

Maggots do their work
   so well --
erasing flesh
   and features.
To look upon these
   white, parched bones,
one could never know
how beautiful --
   how divine --
this creature was.
How she walked
under starry skies,
and danced to
   midsummer,
all entranced.
How in spring she
gathered bouquets of
   dogwood --
an orange poppy
behind her ear.
And in winter,
   oh winter,
how this beauty
hid amongst the
   skeleton trees,
with snow all 'round
and dainty hands
in woolen gloves.
But it was in autumn
I loved her best.
The tawny hues
highlighting her
chestnut hair.
Running through the
   fallen leaves,
and laughing because
she loved life so very much.
Standing beneath
the crimson trees
in a gold-velvet gown,
her eyes sparkling
and the deepest brown.

Maggots do their work
   so well --
erasing flesh
   and features.
To look upon these
white, scoured bones
one would never know
how divine --
   how beautiful --
this creature was.

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

celebrity

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

Overwhelmed

celebrity

there’s a strange man
in the mirror,
staring back at me with
a week’s worth of beard
and eyes that are hot
like fire while
looking as cool
as an ocean
breeze

he doesn’t say anything,
just seems content to sit
in the mirror and stare

so I leave,
and I’m not sure
if he ever left
too

maybe I’ll see him
again one day,
he looks like
someone I’d like
to meet

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

Verbotene Liebe

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

Elouise Roux

Verbotene Liebe

Our hands entwined, expressing feelings no words can describe.
Fingertips reading every emotion with exact precision.
A new language fully mastered, due to necessity.

Sun, exaggerating our expressions for others to witness.
Penetrating the wall of friendship we are hidden behind.
Eyes asking the questions their mouths don't dare to utter.

Not in daylight public, that's against the unwritten rules.
Glares are probing, scolding, scrutinising and disgusted.
We are exposed to this criticism daily, without argument.

It is pointless, for they cannot hear our words.
Worthless is explanation, their small minds are made.
Creatures we are, unholy a different species entirely.

They preach mercy, forgiveness, and understanding.
Yet they do not practise it.
Unworthy of acceptance, is it that much to ask?

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

empirical wisdom

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

Fragano Ledgister

empirical wisdom

no matter what the words remain the same
echoing blandly down the aching years
our beast once wild has now turned safely tame

your voice is one that could with depth proclaim
ending to hurt and to the weight of fears
no matter what the words remain the same

as when we started infants in the game
certain that we'd be the new cavaliers
our beast once wild has now turned safely tame

and we have come despite the threat of shame
to know the meaning of so many tears
no matter what the words remain the same

still they are uttered out of need for blame
while horror is doled out in lavish shares
our beast once wild has not turned safely tame

and cowers uncertain of the fading flame
as each who waits at last wails and despairs
no matter what the words remain the same
our beast once wild has now turned safely tame

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

Words Have Eyes That Sing

Jun 2011 jeffrey robin

Neva Flores Varga Smith

Words Have Eyes That Sing

Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination
Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart
Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination

Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these
Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession
Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen
To become lovely music giving light to your obsession

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass
And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins
Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul
Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain

I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown
You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart
Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com

Mar 2011 jeffrey robin

Insecurity

Mar 2011 jeffrey robin

Anna Dunn

Insecurity

So many people
have bad things happen to them
Many people
Become Insecure
Completley unstable
they get wish washy
sometimes they act out through arrogance
and ignorance
I know so many
I have seen so many people been taken away by insecurity
over powered by it
drowned in it
they get so jealous
so mean
Sometimes they plot
Sometimes they scheme
sometimes they cling to others
sometimes they become outcasts
sometimes they hurt themselves
sometimes they tear the greatest of friends apart
all to be loved
I try to save them
tell them no
but they wont listen
they are too tuned out
but you have to imagine their pain
you have to put yourself in their shoes
insecurity is not an excuse
Its a real thing
But yet people need to learn to control it
there is no place in this world for week personalities
Insecure people can also cause pain in others
others who try to care for them
and love them
OTHERS WHO ACTUALLY STICK UP FOR THEM
Insecure people become jealous and just stab them in the back
then they suffer
Then they cry
then they have pain to hide
those people who do nothing but try to help an understand only get hurt
those people are just
like
Me.

Mar 2011 jeffrey robin

ready to be done

Mar 2011 jeffrey robin

Overwhelmed

ready to be done

I’m ready to be done
with this paper,
with this life,
with these problems
and these issues,
with this world
that seems
undone

we’re all ready
to give it all up,
to say “***** it all”
to go sleep away
till life is done
and gone

it’s a world based
on hard work,
a society borne in
greed,
we, the people,
read to be done,
I, myself, too
proud to give
up

so a world strikes
a faithful balance,
between its torture
and its gifts

it says unto you:
“give me your best
and your hardest,
give me your efforts
and your dreams,
if I am pleased,
I can offer,
a single present
to you”

“this present is sacred,
this present is rare,
this present is love,
a forgotten treasure,
if I do say so myself”