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 Feb 2016 Miskin
WendyStarry Eyes

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I am like a tree
In the winter
Standing bare, silently
Mourning the loss of what
I used to be
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The squirles running to and fro
Up my trunk and around below
Brings forth longing for the days
When my green leaves
Brought adventure in their maze
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With each new sunrise
Comes fresh awakenings
Green sprouts begin to appear
Beneath my fallen leaves
Heaven is unleashing storms
That are strengthening me
Opening my mind to a
Glorious future some may never see
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Green buds begin to sprout
From every limb
The spirit of the forest
Becomes joyous of this season
New lives are about to begin
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Birds and insects flying to and fro
Spreading seeds of wisdom
Throughout the valley
Soon the world will know
The glorious vibrance of the spring
This tree will be,
Fully erupted, NEVER, you see
I will never know everything
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Winter will approach again
Then I will become reminiscent
What I have lost and gained
Consequence of all the sin
And thankfulness for all that has been
sustained
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 Feb 2016 Miskin
Keith Wilson
I  walked  past  my  old  house  today
it  had  changed -  new  modern  windows
And  doors.

The  garden  looked  the  same
Although  it  wasn't  as  well  kept  as  I  remembered  it.

I  passed  the  old  Co-op  shop
Where  I  started  work  at  fifteen.
Sadly  it  is  now  an  antique  shop.

I  climbed  Woodbank,  a  steep  hill  in   the  village
The  landscape  had  changed  little
Except  for  a  motorway  cutting  through  it.

The  old  canteen- where  I  used  to  deliver  groceries-
Had  disappeared  without  trace.

Also  the  indoor  tennis  courts  had  gone
Replaced  by  new  bungalows.

Yes,  a  lot  of  changes  have  taken  place
Since  I  left  in  1957.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.  
      
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 Jan 2016 Miskin
Timothy Ward
the sun will
kiss the earth
each day
and soon
these dashing lines
of youth
hard charcoal, pen and ink
dancing, arousing
the parchment
shall also fade
portraits ought to
be lived
not
preserved
This began as an exercise in Architecture Design class. We each had to do a self portrait and design a space for ourselves for the rest of our life! One space! Very introspective n mind altering exercise!
 Jan 2016 Miskin
Baris MacTavish
never tried, ever failed
as a baby squirrel
life is a bullet, i hate  
never hits my hearth
listen, it's calling me
maybe with a raincoat
under the gloomy bridge
where's my bones
my mind will cool down
i know it well, maybe not
this is just a dream
that bullet is mine
is my medal in my chest
heavens were all on fire
nowhere to go
 Jan 2016 Miskin
Taylor Poole
Crave
 Jan 2016 Miskin
Taylor Poole
Your love is like ecstacy,
I need it desperately.
It leaves me helplessly,
But I want it endlessly.
 Jan 2016 Miskin
Taylor Poole
I wander this earth uncertain,
Not sure of my current direction.
My purpose not found.
Still questioning why I'm around.
 Jan 2016 Miskin
rattletaptap
 Jan 2016 Miskin
rattletaptap
Sometimes the silence screams as well
 Jan 2016 Miskin
Max Jonas
Dream
 Jan 2016 Miskin
Max Jonas
I had dreamed such a world,
Being without you can be possible.
Every passing day, I miss her more and more. Goodbye my honey.
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