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 Sep 2014 John Holmes
Haydn Swan
The alchemist,
See's what others do not see,
Finds peace in the pursuit of their quest,
Endeavors to do what others say cannot be done,
Thinks internally and is not swayed by the views and opinions of others,
Knows that the path is more important than the goal.
© H V Swan
 Sep 2014 John Holmes
Poetic T
When I go will I
Shatter my Body
Like a vase as it drops
Will I break in to shards,
Cracking,
Shattering,
Fracturing,  
"Will my soul move on"
Could I piece together
What is lost
Breath
Life
Heart
Never again to Beat
I last exhaled word
My heart now broken
I shattered like a
Crystal,
Rose
When
Dropped
My soul left
When I was lifeless
Broken life upon a cold floor..
I love thee well;
I do not know
how else to tell
I love thee well.

Then fairer belle
he met, and so
I love thee?  Well,
I do not know.
Clarence Darrow said
I don’t believe in god because
I don’t believe in Mother Goose.
Personally
I do believe in Mother Goose because
I’ve seen her on my dinner plate.
But I don’t believe in god.
So . . .
Go figure.
I'm pretty sure
Eyes glaring
At the surface of my soul
Isn't supposed to feel
Any less like a stabbing to the heart.
But it does.
You have cupped
My burdens
In both of your hands
And sprinkled them over
The driest corners of my mind,
Watered them,
And let them grow
Slowly
Into something lovely.

I'm pretty sure
That every hiccup of an
'I miss you'
Isn't supposed to
Cause my blood
To blush warm.
But it does.
You toy with words
In the best way
Making sure each syllable
Is coated in
Silky persuasion
And I try,
Believe me, I do,
To let them sink
Into this heart,
You've called beautiful
Far too many times.

I'm pretty sure
Your lips have quivered
And tired of
Grinning encouragements
And whispering warmth
And uttering
'I love you's
But they haven't.
For this, I am pleased.
And this fluttering thing
Residing in my chest
Can't find a way out
To tell you,
To thank you.
 Sep 2014 John Holmes
Anand
In my Garden
at the night
a lover wakes up
to the sight

Of Twinkling Stars
and Dazzling Moon
he sings a song
and plays a tune

laden with dew
amidst the green grass
he calls out to his beloved
she's a beautiful lass

he sings the mating song
in a sweet gentle croon
comes hopping down to him
his lover so swoon

A serenade of love
rings through the night
the music plays
till the morning light
Inspite of the stillness
I couldn't sleep
thinking of her
lost in memories deep

My heart is craving for her
singing a calling song
my voice unheard
it's forgotten long

Will she ever see
the love in my eyes?
the silent sighs
my chirps and cries?
 Sep 2014 John Holmes
Jamie King
Eyes pierced by the night, reverberating in silence. Voices renounced by the wind. Standing at the shore of waves and storms, you surrender to the inevitable as the sun rises.
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