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 Dec 2014 mzwai
Kit John Parish
disappointment fell like snow, and rested against tacky coloured lights
why do I always sit on my own at parties?

I hear the people I call my friends all around me
laughing hollow laughs
for jokes which I didn't hear

too quiet to shout over the terrible music
I just sit and wait
for something that never comes

I imagine a nearby bar
where a local musician plays guitar
or the hill behind me
overlooking a thousand winking street lights
I open my eyes and I'm here

just sitting
 Dec 2014 mzwai
Kathy J Parenteau
Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones will
surely break bones
leaving scares we cannot hide,
but words can sting like bumble bees
when two wrongs simply collide.
Fractures can be fixed
while broken hearts reflect,
walls are built around the soul
if only to protect.
Sorry's such a simple word
though seldom ever said,
pride most often wins
harboring anger instead.
Sticks and stones we need not fear
it's the bruises we cannot see,
that hurt us must of all,
I honestly believe.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 03/13/2014
All Rights Reserved
I would like to take a moment, to talk about gay rights
How would you feel, if where you lay your head at night
Your whole family makes you feel all alone,
That you live in a house with a roof and four walls, but no home
People need to realize, hatred is not set in stone

Walking through the school hall, getting ***** looks
From self reichous people, they're really just scared and shook
But I can't imagine how much courage it must have took
Too say that you are gay, and, your proud to be
Gays have made a movement, they beat the odds, you see

If you're gay, stand up, I want to hear you roar
Take their insults with a grain of salt and nothing more
Cause the haters never know the struggle you've been through
So strideboldly through lifes doors and do you!
I was walking down a dirt path
Deep within a great forest
The trees laid bare by Winters chokehold
The background varying shades of gray,
It was a dreary day

I stopped on a cliff face above a river
And sat on the edge of it's furthest point
And stared between the trees into the early morning sun
Coloring the horizon burnt orange
With the silhouettes of branches swaying in ballet

This was it.
I'd found it
The most perfect spot in the world
to be alone
This cliff a shrine of inner monologues and meditation

I have laid my soul here
This forest and I are one
Everything is connected, a system
Inhale, 1, 2, 3, 4
*Exhale
 Dec 2014 mzwai
Brandon Navarro
The way your smile looks like
a few rough times came in and knocked out your teeth
but the child stayed,
your laugh and it's booming base
like I'm at a metal concert being thrashed around by hundreds of people.
The way your eyes look like someone said something mean to you but you told them to *******,
the way your skins feel against my skin soft like satin with an underlay of warmth.
How you didn't talk to me all week and I'm not mad
in fact all I did was think of you
and your smile, your laugh, your voice and your body against mine.
Finally,
the way your hug makes me realize how infuriatingly fragile I am and your arms are like the paste that holds me together.

I'm falling and I'm scared.
Just going through some times
The beauty I see when I look at thee
with your solitary tear down your cheek
hypnotizes our hearts and makes us cry
as we touch the dampness as our gaze collides ...

I can see your longing in your words of poetry
of beauty you write each and every night
through moonlight midnight lingering in a trance
we hand you a rose to your distant glance ...

Facing your heaven waiting for the prize
holding your heart on your sleeve
tears of sorrow we can feel
your the beauty we see in your painted sky ...

Behold our aurora entranced we are
shimmer of energy on gentle wind
exploding radiant that you stand
peace overcomes in the gift of your dance ...

Dear Poetess's, here is a simple rose
you deserve more I hope it grows
one day someone will come in your life
a prophetic dream will make your day....

To my lovely poetess friends and to the ones that read every day..
You've got a friend

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to all the lovely lady poetess's here on HELLO POETRY
I could list all your names but I don't want to forget anyone...
ERENN
RUPAL
HILDA
Keaoss
Weeping Willow
Death near
don't open the door
forgotten ruptured sky
sees you and I
riches are impossible
in the blinding dust
vision is beyond the horizon
fighting to win
you back
come close to losing all....

Each selective thought
will bring about
pieces .......
that we will think is love
discarding the rest
in street dust
of many tomorrows to come

It has been years since
you left me so long ago
trying to forget
daily life .... that we loved so
this is the last poem
that l will write
of the pain
you brought about


Time schedules
Timbre slows
so very far
in a varied substance
of liquid foam
as death
knocks
don't open the door.....*

By Debbie Brooks
We all know death is coming and remembering all the yesterdays of pain.. can seem no more..
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