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 Jan 2016 NahKe
ThePoet
Love, the only thing
that needs to be said,
to make the whole of
the universe rest its head.

The reason tears dry
after oceans are shed,
and why bleeding stops
after rivers are bled.

The reason every soul
had ever been bred,
and why all the world
today still isn't dead.

Love, the only thing
that needs to be said,
to make the whole of
the universe rest its head.

That's the power of love.
 Jan 2016 NahKe
Traveler
Make yourself
A social engagement
With some wise and brilliant minds
Discover the think tank mentality
It's the intellectual wine

Intellectuality can only grow
In wide and open spaces
Questioning your own beliefs
Could give your heart a face-lift
 Jan 2016 NahKe
Traveler
Reflecting on
The beauty of life
Love and passions
Is a poet's delight

Reflecting on
It's ugliness
With angry
Blogs and blurbs
We find
Ourselves
In servitude
To a paradox
Preserve

Reflecting
On the darkness
That bleeds
Our souls
To black
We expose
The depths
Inside of us
Of the love
We tend to lack

There is no boundary
No lines have been drawn
Poetry stretches
To the lyrics of songs
Creative metaphors
The breaking of dawns
The hues of colors
After the rainbow is gone

Reflecting on the beauty of life
The gift of poetry
Will always unite...
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2016 NahKe
Kevin Eli
If it were a wish or a dream, I wouldn't feel the way I do inside.
Existence and living have me terrified.
I just want to run, I just want to hide
While I chase courage around my heart which flies.

I wish I could write a poem or letter that would inspire,
But all I have are words and begging phrases.
I'm sure at this point you're tired.

Dropping words my actions no longer defend,
I guess I will remain.

Locked in a cage of my own desire.
 May 2015 NahKe
Paul Butters
Ease your way
Into Sunday,
Monday’s here soon enough.
Friday’s best,
Time to rest,
The week was tough.

Boozeday Tuesday is okay
I must say
And Table Tennis Thursday ain’t bad too.
Wednesday’s fish and chips are yummy –
They fill my tummy,
Washed down with a brew.

I love Saturday sport,
Who would have thought
I’d get set in my ways?
Such is my week,
Hardly unique,
But on Sunday I laze.

Paul Butters
Written as soon as I woke....
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