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The smoke of the ashes darkens my already ebony lungs
A black that knows no bounds has settled on the desolate ground
Being what caused this plague in the first place
The sunrise no longer has meaning
With no hope for the day to come
For today will be the same as all preceding ones
So I sit
And I write
Because that is what I do
Yet I no longer write of beauty nor love
For both have been stifled by the oppression of such a complete eradication
Of all the things I once admired
The things that lined the pages of all my pieces
So as I sit and watch the smoke rise from my cup
Seeing others walk by enticed
By whatever is on their devices
I put down my pen and close my book
For there is no longer anything to write or romanticize
To admire
If there is no longer anyone to look
 Nov 2015 KarmaPolice
Ellie Wolf
twilight dances on my desk
sun rays doing pirouettes
urging me to get up
to do something
anything that’s no less
than an achievement
in and of itself
and yet I ignore
their plea and despite
the proximity
between me and
the inevitable arrival
of Cronus himself
I continue to sit
not mindlessly but
rather aimlessly
watching the sun rays
turn into romanesque
shapes and figures
at the touch of my fingers
and I wonder
about what will happen
if my actions won’t come
with a beaming certificate
for me to put up proudly
on my old and dusty
desk to proclaim
that I, myself,
have meaning
The sun pokes its rays
from the shiny blue sea
a man stands alone
waiting watching
the wind in his hair
the fire in his eyes

The birds awake
spread their wings
their voices add to the roar
the beast of the ocean waits
its roar adding to the crash of the waves

The man sees it all
eyes intent ears awake
the roar of nature
far out balances
the roar of the waiting world
 Nov 2015 KarmaPolice
Tryst
Beneath Parisian skies she lies
In slumber, dreaming in her bed
Of yore gold leaves burned autumn red,
As cobbled streets cold rumors spread
Reciting her demise.

As summer hides from prying eyes
And winter looms to take her stead,
A fallen queen will raise her head
And cobbled streets rejoice to tread
Beneath Parisian skies.
My friend stands still as hours pass
and mocks me through the looking glass
Through whispered words of discontent
she breaks my heart with dark lament
and if I were perchance to die
She would not care and nor would I.
Time to meditate and pray

Time to sleep and time to eat
Time to wash my father's feet!

Time to write and time to read
Keep up with my friends - agreed?

Time to cook and time to wash
Time to do the dishes - gosh!

Time to talk upon the phone
Time to be with God - alone

Now that day has just begun
I've communed with the Holy One
Meeting with the morning sun
Now it's time to have some FUN!
I'm going to read this morning.
Please bear with me.
I have SO many responsibilities!
Did I spell that correctly?
Oh well...
Good morning/afternoon/evening!
 Nov 2015 KarmaPolice
Poetic T
Entwined in soft hews her skin mimicked the place
She called her heart. This woodland paradise of
Older than human time. Flowers bloomed on her
Always in bloom her modesty hidden from eyes
That may pry upon her beauty.

She nurtured saplings in growth told them
Stories of the old, this made them nurture
The words into leafs and reach higher than
They were before. Her whispers encouraged
Them to yearn to touch the sky above.

She gathered her children in the air they
Skimmed upon the winds carrying them near
And far. Seeds that would each year do a pilgrimage
To the furthest reaches and seed the ground  with
Her words whispered "grow my children of earth,

As fragrant as flowers her beauty was of natures
Gestures, each moulded to what was seen by only
The animals and wondering folk who glanced
Mesmerised in service they offered to be guardians
Of this place of mother earth, where her children live.
this is an extended version of the two senryus [beauty is bestowed] & [leafs hide modesty] ~Goddess of nature~
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It is easy to love a poet
Give her that smile that she'll never forget
Just send her  a word or a line
And everyday will be just so fine

Show her your photo, good or not
Anyway she loves you a lot
Everything from you is for keeps
Like sweetness of your kiss on her tender lips

Touch her softly, that she never expects
Kiss her forehead as sign of respect
She feels wonderful when you are around
A simple hello is a lovely sound

Give her a time to tell her stories
Make her feel that she's really missed
She just deserves a hug and a smile
After being away for a while

Let her lean on your chest and shoulders
Let her feel that you are all hers
When she waits for a shooting star to fall
You know what's her wish afterall

She always sits on your lap,  doesn't she?
Like a baby girl she ought to be
When she press your nose, fell proud
She only wants you to laugh so loud

Hold her waist and carry her
Swing your bodies into the air
When she tickles and teases you endlessly
She do it with love for your eyes to see

Oh,  it is easy to love a poet
A kind of love you will never forget
Her heart is pure,  tender and mild
Yet she loves so much, carefree and wild...

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It is easy to love when you are ready to love.
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