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Mar 2016 Miss Grim

Aeerdna

i'll dance in the rain falling in your heart
and you will dance with me
we'll laugh at it,
and we will never wake from the dream
we create inside ourselves
the nightmares they will stop
the rain will stop too
a rainbow will shine
and i will be there to see it
in your eyes

you'll dance in the rain falling in my heart
and i will dance with you
we'll be like madmen
we'll sing unheard songs
and the rain will go
i know
you'll be here to see
the sun shining in my soul.

we'll be happy.

https://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/well-be-happy

#dreams

Mar 2016 Miss Grim

Write On

Mar 2016 Miss Grim

brian mclaughlin

Write On

Does poetry really depend on new ideas
fresh words concerning the nature of lives

Haven't the ideas with their words
all been presented

Throughout time, in one form or another
the stories all been told

Do we really think we have created something new
something original
by changing names and places

The expressions used changed
rearranged
and repeated time and again

Then labelled as cliché
as some have recognized the story

There is nothing new

Nothing purely original

It is all cliché to someone

If new and original are the requirements
and it's all been said

Then poetry is dead

Write on
share your heart
and though it's been said
tell your story

Somebody needs to hear it again

Feb 2016 Miss Grim

5 senses

Feb 2016 Miss Grim

Craig Harrison

5 senses

My eyes do not gaze upon who you are
they see the person you will become

I do not hear your words that time will forget
I listen to your heart

When my fingers tingle your skin as they move down your body
I do not feal the scars that life as given you
I feal the memories that you gained in that life

The aroma that comes oozing from your body
is not that of sweat but of your soul

As our lips touch and we kiss for the first time
I will forever remember the taste of strawberries
for it takes all 5 senses to know a person
My eyes to see you for who you are and who you'll become
my ears to listen to your beautiful voice
touch to feel when you are cold
my nose to smell the perfume you brought
and my taste to really appreciate the meal you worked hard to make
it takes all 5 senses to know a person

I'm aware that for a large amount of people 5 senses is not possible and although this poem lead to been about 5 senses it was actually intended to represent that for a relationship to work properly it takes a lot of effort.. you have to be willing to listen to each other, to tell when they need you with out them saying, to appreciate when they buy something fancy, relationships aren't just about *** they are about 2 people becoming one.. If a person doesn't pay full attention to their partner the relationship will most likely fail.... So this Valentines Day, pay not just attention, pay full attention.

Happy Valentines Day

Feb 2016 Miss Grim

The Luck

Feb 2016 Miss Grim

kristina

The Luck

Billions of people around the world;
I must be very lucky.
To have met someone like you.
But I guess,
Not lucky enough
For you to love me back.

#love #life #people #fate #luck #destiny

Feb 2016 Miss Grim

At the Land of In Between

Feb 2016 Miss Grim

Marshal Gebbie

At the Land of In Between

I’ve strode this road of war and love
And born it’s bile and spleen,
I’ve wept at death and laughed at birth
But nowhere have I seen,
A sweeter place to live and die,
To quest for things supreme,
Than to forge these days of hard forays
In the Land of In Between.

Candied apples hang from boughs
Like jewels bequeathed by Queen
And silver sounds of bubbling brook
Cascade to tumbling stream,
Parakeets in vivid hue
Fly by with shreeking scream
In forest’s green majestic light
In the Land of In Between.

Paint no man black or vivid white
Whilst points of view be gleaned
With race and politics ignored
Then manifest, obscene.
Where labour be a man’s reward
And filthy lucre screened
As noxious be a spider bite
In this Land of In Between.

Where hate be strangled to the end
Then with a keen blade ,sheened,
Be put to death with avarice
No guilt or guile redeemed.
Leaving in the pristine wake
A countryside so clean
That God be queuing up to live
In this Land of In Between.

All ****** love be sacrosanct
And soft endearments seemed
As normal as the light of night
When by the moon dust preened.
And that laughter be our currency
Affection always seen
As bonding in fraternity
At the Land of In Between.

M.
Foxglove, Taranaki NZ.
30 January 2016