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 Mar 2017 Kenya83
Gregory Dun Aer
I felt the arrow pluck my heart
I don't know how to help myself
I'm slowly but surely falling apart
and I'm dying for your help.

I watch the sun rise from your eyes
then the clouds swept the shine away
I'm trying so hard to get to sleep at night
but I feel like I'm slowly wasting away.

I felt the familiar beat of your heart
I guess I must have remembered wrong
because it was the heels as you depart
and my thought is a jumbled song.

I wish you would just turn back time
back to when you felt in love with me,
to when we fought the world and felt fine
but I guess the one to blame is me.

I look around and I don't know what to feel
my mind has become a muddled mess
I hope that over time I will learn to heal
but there's this tightening in my chest...

and I just feel like I can't breathe.
 Mar 2017 Kenya83
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Possession-ed kisses and passionate marks
under sheets of skin and layers of bites,
a shade of bluish and greenish bruises-
vibrantly sparks delight,

****** swoons bring in an urge
an unwanting sigh escapes
and leaves my trembling lips in thirst-
of a desire not yet suffice,

be it love or romance
the heart suddenly collides
shattered and beguiled by this beauty
replaces an arousing love bite.
 Mar 2017 Kenya83
Sally A Bayan
(a second time posting)


T'was a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing
My comments,
When...
Along came a very strange feeling,
With very strange thoughts:

"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem...I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"

Over and over, I blinked... had to make sure...
But, all at once... one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me.

I was staring at myself!!!

I was holding the paper,
Where I had written my thoughts,
About a poem titled,
"....WILT...."



Sally

Copyright November 5, 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

::::::

             Below is Timothy's poem,
             the reason for my "Deja Vu."


WILT

The wilting of the flowers;
Ephemeral bubble bursts;
The last grains of sand run out;—
I wilt just like flow'rs.


~Timothy~
Dodoitsu.
© Timothy 30 July, 2013.
Unbelievable....but true...
   Some years ago, I was reading Timothy's poem titled WILT....
      I was typing my comments, and in a split second,
         I suddenly found myself there....in that strange setting.
 Mar 2017 Kenya83
Haydn Swan
A mothers embrace teaches you so many things,
security and protection,
warmth and comfort,
softness and sobriety,
yet among these feelings
comes a sense of strength,
a timeless intuition,
her strength is inherent,
it comes forth from the innermost secrets of nature,
it always felt as though it was limitless,
even now that the hair is grey,
and her beauty long since diminished with age,
I still feel it all.
 Mar 2017 Kenya83
Polar
The Walk
 Mar 2017 Kenya83
Polar
My son took me for a walk to the moon.

Leaving our house on a warm night, in June.

The owls they hooted in woods we passed,

Our senses alive, we, hurried on past.

Bats whistled by as they flew high and low.

Creatures hunting in the midnight glow.

By and by we reached a small town,

I gave a yawn my son gave a frown.

We were quiet as mice as foxes played,

Raggedy creatures with red coats frayed.

Our mouths watered on city lit streets,

Bakers rise early to make special treats.

As we wandered on by scents filled our heads,

Neither of us ready to yet face our beds.

But soon it was time to hear the dawn chorus,

Glorious birdsong sang just for us.

The sun did rise and the moon recede

I admitted to sleep I did need.

As daylight came, the moon lost it’s reign.

Stars faded away and white clouds came

Our eyes searched the sky for sight of the moon,

All trace of it gone our mission in doom.

We looked at each other, admitted defeat,

Sat down on a bench and rubbed tired feet,

Agreed to go home, to our beds, to find sleep.

Soon we got back, tucked up and fell deep.

In dreams we did fly to the moon and stars,

Circled round Saturn, felt the heat of Mars,

Travelled the Galaxy faster than light

Following our dreams, finding delight.
I was walking with my children one day when one of them said "it looks like we are walking to the moon".  I thought of him and wrote this.
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