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the boat pierced the grey mist
and her eyes were misty

it has taken us twenty years
to be on that green island
to dig up the time
she glowed like a butterfly
and I shivered from her touch

her hand is ripened now
but that time
still hanging in the air
unleashed a wildness
froth from which
spilled into two children
chasing butterflies.
Sabuj Dwip (Green Island) on the confluence of the rivers Bhagirathi and Behula; 1996, 27.11.2016; 1 pm.
 Feb 2017 Ju Clear
Àŧùl
I sent flowers for her on her birthday,
And she ditched me because of it.
I sent her a message on her phone,
"I sent you as much flowers as your age is."
It was her 25th birth anniversary,
Breakup occurred for me because
The flower man had one free on one rose!
My HP Poem #1446
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2017 Ju Clear
Valsa George
I saw....
Two black crystal *****
Rimmed with white
Reflecting an indefinable emotion
Glowing with some intense passion

Riveting  
Entrancing!

Two eyes of oceanic depths
Relaying the most intimate message
“I love you” (?)

So piercing were those eyes
That I couldn’t stand their electric glare
From those eyes, rose the Promethean fire
Glistening like molten gold
At once sending out
The light of a hundred galaxies

From the fire bursting through those eyes
My body was turned into a conflagration
And my soul rippled like fermented wine

An ocean was stirring within
Whose whirls could never again be tamed
In those flooding pools
Let me cast my fishing net!
Wish all my friends a Happy Valentine's Day !
 Feb 2017 Ju Clear
Traveler
Do you know
How to fight
Go lay down
Or set it right

Prison *****
Or make a stand
You better know
Who I am

When
Negative energy
Strikes again
Misery
Is not my friend
I will break
Before I bend
I will break
Before I bend...
Traveler Tim

A Little "Red Hots" at the end.
My pitiful world is painted with streaks of gray , with blackness
from tear drops in laden skylight , from clocks that freeze
time on bewildering , blue days
People are laughing at my infirmity , collecting cash
at my expense , mocking my every move , dilating
the past , bearing canine incisors and fangs , freezing me in my tracks* ....
Copyright February 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2017 Ju Clear
Pauline Morris
The American people have been Punked
His name is Donald Trump

©Pauline Russell
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