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Oct 2014 ryann

bones

The rush
of the wind
stretched her face
in a smile
as the girl
on the swing
closed her eyes
for a while
and started
to sing
softly the verse
that she learned
the first time
she had
flown with
the birds.

The girl
on the swing
reached out
with her toes
for the
wide open sky
whilst
above and below
the birds
that had
taught her
the words
of their song
said
'Its time to let go'
so she did
and was
gone.

The rush
of the wind
on her face
made her smile
and the girl
on the swing
closed her eyes
for a while
then she
started to sing
softly the verse
she had learned
the first time
she had flown
with the birds;
the girl
on the swing
reached out
with her toes
for the wide
open sky
whilst above
and below
all the birds
that had taught
her the words
of their song
said 'it's time to let go'
so she did and was gone..

Oct 2014 ryann

Word Food?

Oct 2014 ryann

a

Word Food?

The plates had been lain out, and the glasses standing well.
The tablecloth was sitting, candles dancing swell
The clock is there a-ticking, but the oven is a-tocking,
Papa's waiting at the head, Mama panicking 'bout what's blocking
Sister's playing hide and seek, with brother dear who's much too meek.
Finally, the platter comes, filled and lavished with the good 'uns
The wine is here, share it out, it's much too nice to not talk about
Slice the words and give it out, pour the poetry and share it.

i don't even know

Oct 2014 ryann

time fetishes

Oct 2014 ryann

a

time fetishes

11:57.
I realised time is a fetish of mine; the likelihood is that you'll have more to give.
11:58.
It's a jewel more precious and rare than anything that ever touched our lives; but we seem to forget how deadly it is.
11:59.
And we're inhabiting each moment with wordful waste; a person loses their time st every tick of the clockwork time instrument.
00:00
And I've lost mine.

Will you give me time?

Oct 2014 ryann

UNTIL THEN MY FRIEND

Oct 2014 ryann

Traveler

UNTIL THEN MY FRIEND

Firmly established in dreamy splendor
Our streets dissipate in recap blender
These faded faces remain as gold
Springing forth with renewed soul

Can you feel my heart go thump
Within my throat I bear a lump
Of you and I when time stood still
Protruding wounds you helped to heal

Now good time - laughter echoes pass
A bridge of friendship fills the gap
Of worlds we charter by spirit will
To taste anew these cosmic meals

And so I bid you well my friend
May magic stand, reality bend...

Oct 2014 ryann

Hey There Pretty Lady

Oct 2014 ryann

Elizabeth Squires

Hey There Pretty Lady

hey there pretty lady
I'm beguiled by your smile
do you think that maybe
you could stay awhile

I've a million things
I want to say to you
I've a whole lifetime
to spend loving you

I've been waiting for you
forever so long
now that I've found you
my heart is full of song

my gift of love
for you I declare
its fond endowment
we'll always share

hey there pretty lady
I'm beguiled by your smile
do you think that maybe
you could stay awhile

Oct 2014 ryann

Revolution: an impotent rage

Oct 2014 ryann

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Revolution: an impotent rage

I could blow to smithereens
the wealth of the rich
could play a rob-in-hood
**** and steal
to give the poor a fair deal
could hang all the glib talkers
from the highest post
feet up head down
publicly displayed in the town
break the iron walls
bulldoze the palaces
pull them down from the throne
where I sent them
put an end to their dastardly game

but this mind’s wrath
this hand’s gun
can’t pop even one bullet
can only ink
a dawn pink emotion

of Revolution.

Oct 2014 ryann

The Poster

Oct 2014 ryann

SG Holter

The Poster

Every time I look at you...*
So many poems
Begin with these words.

This is one of them.
*...I feel as if I've stolen you
From some poor fool

Who just didn't do it for you.
I don't even wish I could say
That I'm sorry.

You are my loot, some treasure
That I Indiana Jones'ed out of
A collapsing cave,

And nearly lost my hat in the
Process. An unknown piece
Of Wagner's, discovered

In a Richard Clayderman Plays
ABBA book of sheet music at a
Flea market.

You touch me the way I remember
Dreaming that woman on the
Poster on the wall of my friend's

Bedroom in '88
Would magically climb down from
Her two-dimentional pedestal

And do. "I know you," I think
Every time I look at you.
Sometimes you look at me

And confess -after I've left you
Breathless by doing and/or saying
Something so clownishly stupid

You nearly fell to the floor laughing-
That you "can't believe we've barely
Been together for months..."

I know. In so many
Ways, we
Haven't.