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 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
Carolin
Can we ?
 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
Carolin
Can we live in a forest ?

Go to a place where the
paths don't change.

Kiss under the shade of
trees and make out in
piles of leaves.

Can we sleep on gentle
earth's damp grounds ?

Drink our juice out of fresh
fruits.

And build a home from roots
and tree branches.

I got a lot planned for me
and you.

And I love you. It's true
I do.

You can adjust wild flowers
in my beard.

And i'll put dandelions and
weeds in your hair.

They'll look prettier than
clamshells i swear.

You can brush my hair with
your little hands.

And we'll make clothes out
of leaves and plants.

Give it a thought my dear.

And tell me if we can live
in a forest or a place that's
at least a little near* ~
~~
when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh

some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door

words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of  
dry dropping leaves

come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love

a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
ShamusDeyo
Along the Valley
Of the Mississippi
Bluffs and Banks
Covered in trees
Whisper barely
In the Summers
Breeze,
Content to hang
In the Humidity
As Fall Comes
With Oranges
Yellows and Russets
The Rustle becomes
A Whisper from
Tree to tree, of
The Coming Soon
Wintery, they say
Their Goodbyes
With Soft Leafy
Sighs, and Promise
In the spring to meet
And for those not there
They will Morn the Passing
Bringing Blooms to their Graves
 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
ThePoet
I've only been affected 
by anything other 
than affection

The only plan made
was to never have 
anything planned

I've only been 
perfect at living as 
an imperfection

The only thing I
understood was how 
much I didn't understand

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 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
Dillon huey
Burn
 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
Dillon huey
I watched the flames as they spilled over the landscape,
The danced higher than the skyscrapers as they took their shape,
The night sky burned brighter than even the sun,
And there was no way to know where the relentless fire had begun.
I walked away from the flames feeling the heat press firmly against my back,
Trying to get away before this city could collapse.
I was racking my brain trying to figure out how I got here,
The only clue I had was a note that read "This will be your final stop, my dear".
I didn't recognize the handwriting,
And it seemed like a part of me was fighting,
Fighting to spring awake from what it believed to be a dream,
But it was a reality that just tore at the seam.
I reached to put the note in my back pocket,
But instead I found a small heart shaped locket.
Another clue?
Or perhaps something to throw me askew.
I opened it without another moment to spare,
And inside was a small tuft of red hair.
Hair so red it seemed to burn,
A color so deep not even the flames could earn.
Everything was happening entirely too fast,
What had happened on this seemingly awful night that had passed?
I turned to face the flames once more,
But this time to let them engulf me in their allure.
The allure of a mystery gone unsolved,
And how around me it so seemed to revolve.
As I walked towards the burning city I looked above,
The smoke formed a cloud that almost looked like a dove.
I found myself back where I began,
And noticed a pair of black leather gloves on the ground spread like a fan,
I picked them up thinking they could be of good use,
When all of a sudden a building fell loose.
Collapsing underneath its own weight,
Burning from the inside like a person filled with hate.
I wouldn't let it set me back,
I had to make it before the whole city went black,
Before it was covered in its own filth and destruction.
Although it wouldn't be too different from the filth and corruption,
That had plagued the streets,
While the rest of the city lay asleep in their sheets.
I had been wandering through the burning city looking for anything that I recognized,
And I began to think that maybe I empathized,
With these people who watched everything they knew burn,
When I came across a building around the corner of a sharp turn.
It seemed almost familiar from a distance,
But it was hard to tell during this fiery instance,
There was so much smoke it caused my vision to be blurred,
I could only imagine the chaos of the cries unheard.
As I finally approached the door,
I put on the gloves as I could feel the heat more.
As I slipped them on out fell a small folded paper,
Surely another clue to this mysterious caper.
It was some sort of list,
I walked along and as I read a beam from the building fell and just nearly missed.
I put away the paper for now,
But only for as long as I could allow,
My curiosity to stay at bay,
Before in a grave my body lay.
Searching through the building I started to see,
This is a prison falling down around me.
I ran for the door just as more beams began to crash,
I wouldn't be left lying in the ash.
As I made it out the way I came,
I noticed something that didn't seem the same.
There was a giant fence that I didn't see before,
And empty cans of gas lying by the door.
I figured it was as good a time as any,
I removed the list and began to read, as the steps were many.
It was a plan to destroy the city,
step by step, the list almost made me giddy.
I was excited to be one step closer to figuring this out,
The handwriting matched that of the note in the locket, without a doubt.
I put the note away and continued on,
I noticed the sun starting to rise as it was almost dawn.
And As I walked away from the building I felt something beneath my foot,
I looked underneath and there was nothing there but a lighter.
Suddenly all of my memories rushed back to me,
I couldn't get a grip on this, everything as far as I could see
Was on fire, and it was burning hotter than the fury of hell.
I walked back into the prison only to let the flames engulf my being,
It was the only escape that I was seeing.
 Sep 2015 Joe Cole
Matt
I'm grateful for your service
If you served our nation
And you did what you had to do

One grandfather served
In North Africa
And faced Rommel's Korps

The other survived countless hours
Of depth charges
On a submarine
And returned safely to shore

Thank you veterans for your service
We are in debt to you
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