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 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Poetictunes
-P.t
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Poetictunes
Before we meet can our hearts talk first
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Joshua
Cold~jay
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Joshua
You're here! Oh what joy!
My world, my love, my everything is here!
But then u leave again
But u just got here
Where are you going?
Should I ask, should I follow
Are you coming back today or tomorrow ?
It’s cool. Don't answer. U still have that piece of my heart u borrowed
I'm ok I'm ok. Yes that’s a real smile. Happiness on the outside
But in. The sin. The evil grin. As if you Discard my heart to a garbage bin
My thoughts roam. What can be more important? U say u miss me but when u have the time, u leave ? U say I don't love u but it looks like my heart is the only one that's still warm and beating... Slowly the darkness consumed me. My bad thoughts start to outweigh the good. The warmth from my hands are gone. The coldness in my touch now resembles yours.
The mob, elites, journalists
As well as poets like I
To our environment-unfriendly bent
Turning a blind eye
Also tardy in asking  "Why
We strip of mother nature's green mantle,
While to maintain the statuesque
It gets locked in a sever battle?"
Equally not checking overgrazing,
We allowed fertile soil and sand
Amok,wild floods ride
To a close by touristic lake,
Whose mouth an expansion
Used to make
As much as its foreign body intake.

Soon,with the vast array of
Flora and fauna it supports,
Before we knew it
The magnificent lake died
Ceding place to a barren land,
An eyesore that looked a dump yard!
We used to believe  the talk about environment change is a far-fetched prognosis but things began to change before our eyes.Seasons simply bear their name their features are completely changed! Dedicated to Haromaya Lake!
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Poetictunes
-P.t
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Poetictunes
There are days
where happiness
lives deep within
these sad walls of loneliness.
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Akira Chinen
I was so comfortable alone
and then came you
and now I cannot bare the silence between sleep and dreams
and it hurts more to imagine losing you that I have never held
than any one that has ever shared my bed
and it is not the want of lust
that pulls at me
or the need to have your love
all I find in these desperate moments
is the desire to give you
comforts to your aches
and reasons for your lips to smile
and hope to your heart
that it will love again
and I wish it could be me
to have that love
but I do not expect it to be
and even when I am not
I will still be yours
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Onoma
Weekend, shorn spoof head-to-toeing,
Sunday sobered...I saw
a squirrel sleep for the first time,
from a second floor, cozying
between pronged boughs.
Tiff-tough puff of a tail, spot-spread
by a breeze.
A split vibrational decision,
raring a decided tree--in this
cellular mockup city, NY.
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
REAL
In my big bed
Darkness all around me
Everything is quiet
Except for my head

Days are faster
19...just around the corner
First day of high school
Feels so long ago
Also...  like it was yesterday

Time is slipping by me
By the milesecond
And here I am awake from too much thinking
I miss the old days

I miss the old days

But here I am
Growing older

I'll miss these days too

Some day
 Feb 2017 Just Melz
Amory Caricia
To the opera house the happy youths went
Two pretties, each strolled with a handsome gent
Four friends with every good intent
Of having a grand old time

Fair Marjorie dressed in sapphire blue
Her Alfred was wearing the same color, too
While Charles and Francine matched a crimson-y hue
The ambiance was feeling sublime

The lights of the theater were bright, but romantic
A large chandelier straight above made the ladies feel frantic
Violins started tuning, like strange waves of Atlantic
The grandeur of curtains opened, as the stage was undressed

But what humored the bunch was the old lady in peplum skirt
Two seats over from Alfred with birds embroidered on her shirt
She was peculiar, came alone and looked hardly alert
As the actors took position, she yawned, unimpressed

The old lady's antics continued for over an hour
She snorted at the singing, with boisterous power
By intermission her nose-blowing had turned each love scene sour
Our four were straining, containing their laughter

And during the intermission everyone got up, bought a drink
But the old lady just sat there, like she wanted to think
Beginning to stroke the dark fur of her wraparound mink
She nodded, falling asleep shortly after

Charles saw it first--"the old girl's dozed right off!"
Alfred chuckled and Francine, beginning to scoff
Proposed they prank the lady, but Marjorie coughed
Saying, "shame on you, wicked child!"

So they all sat back down and awaited the second unveiling
Two seats over from Alfred, the gray one's slumber unfailing
Act two and act three ended, the hero prevailing
At the final bow, the audience was wild

Everyone clapped and cheered loudly, some whistled or threw roses
Everyone but the one in the third seat over, under all the guests noses
Who slept though each applause and the actor's last poses
The theater was clearing out quickly

Four waited--Alfred, Marjorie, Charles and Francine
To see if she would wake and depart from the scene
The last five in the balcony, the gray one serene
The fun was over and they decided to help her get up

When Charles tapped her shoulder, they all finally knew
How tonight's show had smothered a moment so true
The old lady was found dead in the presence of those few
Still in the same seat, they never helped her get up
My beloved you dawned upon me as my intuition
So I am bound to consider you as my ultimate destiny
It is my strong faith which says that you are solution
To every problem which I face to make me totally free

So do not waste precious moments of this sweet spring
Come and embrace me to give life to all my real desires
Come to see me and revive just every broken love string
Give me my sweet heart whatever my innocence aspires

Let love prosper in fragrance of your enchanting beauty
Let my love to gather all embers of fire from the hearth
Let me take sweet tasty fruit from eternal heavenly tree
Let burn on the candle of beauty my aspiring little moth

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
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