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due to speaking out of
turn
it was decided that he'd be
debarred from a periodic
churn

were he to have
not
stressed his off key views
he'd of filled the regular
slot

a non adherence of policy
will
always meet with dire consequences
like being placed in an exclusion
chill

on reflection he
sees
what statements are preferred
by the system's said
decrees
 Mar 2018 Mane Omsy
Gloria Burns
I was always told
That love was sparks and flames
Skies full of fireworks
That scream out their name

But love is much better
It’s an beautiful vast ocean
A beach where everything
Moves in slow motion

When you go to this beach
You are scared to get in the water
You are scared of jellyfish stinging
And ***** pinching harder

But once you get in
You never want to leave
You’re pulled in by the current
And there is a pure kind of peace

A peace that is joined
By a large crashing wave
It is chaos joining the peace
And they become one in the same

In love you find yourself drowning
And begging for air
But even as you suffocate
You want to stay there

You can’t give up this new feeling
It’s love that swallows you whole
It lures you with chaotic peace
Drowns you and takes your soul

Love is not fire works
It’s not sparks and it’s not flames
Love is not that simple
The ocean is not that tame
 Feb 2018 Mane Omsy
Keith Wilson
The Old Oak stands
in isolated splendour
In the far corner
of the garden

Skeletal in winter
beautiful in summer
must be at least
one hundred and fifty years old
 Feb 2018 Mane Omsy
Traveler
DRAWN
 Feb 2018 Mane Omsy
Traveler
Oh there’s no doubt!
We are drawn to familiar roles
I believe you may recognize
The contours of my soul
I won’t back down
From the gates of Hell
I can’t be broken
By a prison cell
No other heart
Could ever Rhyme
The words that touch
You deep in mind
Somehow you already know
We were always here before
...................................................
Traveler Tim
 Feb 2018 Mane Omsy
Seema
The blood stains dried up.
Looking like dubbed marbles
Dark like maroonish,
in color. That's where she lived.
Amongst the clean polished floors.


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Angels are everywhere
If you know where
To look
They aren't in a book
But all around you
Its true
A mother holding a newborn
Keeping them warm
Safe from harm
A child
Innocent and pure
Keeping your heart sure
A stranger on the street
That pulls you out of the street
So you don't become roadkill
A friend that takes care of you when you're ill
Angels are all around you
You just need to know where to look
 Jan 2018 Mane Omsy
Seema
Each day tears pour as rain,
Terribly hurt and torn going insane,
Hundreds of ideas hitting my brain,
Depression crutches each root of my vein,
You showed me that life has no gain,
And filled me with all types of pain,
To whom do I owe this gratitude of pushing me in drain,
Covering my body with words and feelings of filth,
Knowingly causing the vision of spilth,
And assuring me that my life is worthless living,
For which, till this day I am still grieving,
Of the bitterness you shedded on me,
With the cruel attitude you let me be,
I have learnt karma has its own way of dealing,
Till then am making my life worth living...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
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