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 Nov 2014 kenye
Amitav Radiance
Writing poetry is a Zen moment
Emptying yourself of words
Concentrating on the bank pages
Cleansing the soul as words flow
Spiritually making you aware
To be a worthy listener
Empty coffers can hold more feelings
And poetry shall flow eternally
 Nov 2014 kenye
e
My eyes.
 Nov 2014 kenye
e
Tell me my eyes
remind you of the night sky
so that when I'm gone
you can squeeze yours shut
until the stars twinkle on the back of your eyelids
that's me looking right back at you.
Systems fail,
we're going down.
In the air,
questions roam.
Do not care,
about you.
Break me down,
is all you do.

I'm ejecting,
I'm perfecting,
every step I take,
is away from you.

Going down,
with the ship.
You put a hole,
in the side of it.
Sabotage,
you hated me.
And so this ship,
I'm abandoning.

I'm jumping ship,
you'll sink with it,
I hope you drown,
in your ocean.

I'm escaping,
don't need your ****,
I'm sick of it,
I'm getting out of here.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Nov 2014 kenye
Ashley Browne
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
I'm deranged,
if I stay,
I will remain.
If I go,
I will change.

Can you let me go?
Will I survive,
I don't know.
If you hold me here,
I'll surely implode.

Unlock the handcuffs,
set me free,
I need new love.
I need to breathe,
your grip tightens up.

I can't open my eyes,
you keep them shut,
keep me blind.
You have my heart,
and my mind.

I will slowly die,
as you watch,
enjoying my demise.

As long as you hold,
my heart in your hand,
like piece of gold,
turning to sand.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Oct 2014 kenye
Megan Grace
Pink
 Oct 2014 kenye
Megan Grace
there used to be this
seam running through
a cushion on my couch
and i picked it picked it
picked it out of nervous
habit, mostly, and people
were starting to notice it.
i borrowed some thread
from my mom yesterday
and sewed it up, finally.
it felt a little like closure.
it felt a little bit like
goodbye, ryan.
 Oct 2014 kenye
brooke
godsend.
 Oct 2014 kenye
brooke
I've asked so
many times for
you to put a godsend
on a train, ignited with
a passion for discovery
on wheels that sing my
name, you remember,
don't you? Instead,
should I have requested
a send God? Is it not
enough to act under the
assumption that I don't
even need the train,
that sometimes I hear
your voice in my sleep
but people always say
it's the thought that
counts, right?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

more on this later.
 Oct 2014 kenye
nivek
pushing back the darkness
with a little lightness of heart-
is a warrior for happiness-
practicing the art.
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