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 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Julie Grenness
I was sitting by a pond one day,
Through sun motes came the glitter way,
A tiny fairy appeared,
"What's the matter, my dear?
I'll grant a wish, then disappear.."
What to wish for indeed,
A silly book to read?
Or, I know,
my cheeks a'glow,
An endless choccy biscuits pack,
Even if get hideously fat,
So, I asked her, that's that.....
Now I sit by my sunlit pond today,
Munching choc biscuits for ever and a day,
A *** of tea, biscuits neverending,
By my pond, bliss unending......
Feedback welcome, a fantasy....
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Gerry Aldridge
My Raindrop Necklace
Primeira: Why are your hands wet?
Segunda: I was making a beautiful raindrop necklace, when suddenly all the beads turned into tears.
Primeira: You were trying to create something that could not exist outside your dream.
Segunda: I was only trying to make what I had seen.
Primeira: Sadly, it does not mean it will ever be,
love, dreams
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Cara May
I destroy myself to feel alive
I destroy myself to feel sane
I destroy myself to feel content
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Cara May
I glimpse at you
And you spread glitter on my heart
I can't help but to write you
Because you're a masterpiece
Of skin.
The shade of purple
You projected  
Is beautiful as poetry.
Superficial attraction
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Mike Essig
on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Eric Martin
Where you go I go
But still I will never see
What keeps you up at night
As you softly scream hauntedly

For you I will always care
Even if the sky shattered and fell
I would be there not letting a shard touch your hair
And vowing to make the heavens wish for hell

Where you go I go
But sill you forbid me to ask
From knowing what you know
What happened in your past

For you I am devastatingly aware
Of your sanity and your pain
Life is so cruel and unfair
I wish I could end your suffering alone in your brain

Where you go I go
Where ever it may be
If any one is going to hurt you
I would do it the most softly

We can finally take comfort in the end
And that I am no longer prolonging your pain
To the heavens I pray our souls will send
And that we will be blessed with the chance to start again
Is this poem not very good, its actually one of my more favourite poems but even though its up for interoperation one of mine is that the narrators love is using him to **** them self and really they wont get another chance to be together but it could also be the other way around and they will meet again in heaven or another life. If this poem is bad can some one please let me know.
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Hakiim
warmth
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Hakiim
the last time I was warm I was abandoned,
now I exist within a bone-chilling endless corridor,
I've existed here for as long as I can remember.
my knowledge of love has been replaced by anxiety throughout these long lonely years,
I've walked down this corridor for eons and I've finally met someone,
their body gives off heat that they cannot feel in return.
surprisingly I try to warm the icicles upon their beautiful soul but I don't know how,
i pour my heart out to a solid wall,
now I'm empty and dry,
my mind tells me to continue down this endless corridor,
my mind says they have no hope,
but my heart says stay,
my heart tells me to be patient and to surrender my warmth,
my heart says to absorb their cold and share my warmth.
My heart stands still yet excited,
like a tropical desert.
What is happening
this is a challenge I'm currently going through. I'm falling for someone fast (which isn't normal), but they don't feel the same yet. I am used to being in control and I need to learn how to surrender and let it happen on its own.
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Melpomene
When you lost something,
God is arranging a better one for you,
they said.

I need what I wanted,
nothing better but only what I want,
The man said.

When it is a though day,
it is a challenge from God,
they said.

I have no tomorrow,
I want my day  happen just a tiny bit smooth,
the man said.

Shall I take in the stock or stand in the dock?

Do not lose faith in God,
be strong and keep believing,
they said.

I could not hold no more,
I am weak and disbelief,
the man said.

Punishment will befall,
on this sinned traitor,
they said.

There were angels who fell,
I am clear and awake,
the man said.

I shall not longer in pain or being restraint.
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