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 Oct 2013 nehyl
Nat Lipstadt
I shall come to you!

When at a loss for inspiration,
I look at your names, your destinations,
Then I need a traffic cop at a roundabout,
To sort out the new poem-babies
Being born simultaneously!

My arms beg me to
Enrapture you,
But constraints of time and place,
The mundane curse, money,
Rivers that seem to be too wide to ford,
Leaves me but one solution,

I shall come to you.
In any way I can!


I shall perforce,
come to you
For I cannot wait
To fall upn thy neck
And whisper
Blessings upon us all!

Find me a windmill needs tilting,
Bring me jars of ink and oil,
Do what I can with my saber small,
My pen, the strongest weapon I posses,

But is my voice, that I will bring,
First and foremost.

My strongest tool,
For I cannot wait
To fall upon thy neck
And whisper
Blessings upon us all!
For she who knows that this one,
Is for her, and her alone!
 Oct 2013 nehyl
Lesley Rautenbach
Once upon a fairy time,
I was yours and you where mine,
Once upon a eerie time,
I was hurt and were fine,

Once upon a distant past,
I cried hard and you ran fast,
Once upon a nearer now,
Will I ever love again?
Today and how?

Once upon a then and there,
I believed in you and that you cared,
Once upon a here and now,
I want to love him but my heart knows not how,

Once upon a pain so gone,
You took my faith with all your wrong,
Once upon a love anew,
Is he true or another you?

Once upon a gone and done,
Your love so true our stories pun,
Once upon a stories beginning,
From him my hearts doorbell is ringing,

Once upon it all gone bad,
You left me broken, hurt and sad,
Once upon a day anew,
Could he be all thats true,

Once upon it all dead and gone,
I’m falling again after pain too long.
 Oct 2013 nehyl
Lesley Rautenbach
Why?
Why am I not good enough to catch your eye?

Sure she dresses more feminine,
But I wrestle best in denim.

Sure she’s tall and elegant,
But I am short and my free spirit’s evident,

Yes ok she’s gorgeous,
With all the time she spends to look flawless,
But I’m ok with my little bit of eyeliner,
Because it’s not my definer,

Sure she laughs at everything you say,
Thinking she’s putting her sense of humour on display,
But I can laugh too,
And still take you serious because my thoughts are true,

Sure she acts naïve,
But my “blonde” moments are genuine,
I don’t need to make believe,
Because I know what I can and cannot achieve,

Yes she makes you believe she’s exactly what you want,
Without her to breath you simply can’t,
And you believe her because she believes herself,
Until your belief to want her, your mind engulfs,

She’s a so called "GODS gift to men",
And those who oppose this she will condemn,
And girls like me who can’t stand a chance,
Well I’m overwhelmed If you just grace me with a second glance,

But I am gift too you know,
I am the high spirits to all you owe,
If only deeper you would look,
You’d see what patients it took,

I’m a gift too,
Because I have not lied to you,
I’m not making u believe I am "perfect"
Because that is not in any way correct,
I am only human,
I am real,
I am a human,
And like you I feel,

So stop it,
Stop looking past me,
In your world she does not fit,
Cant you that see,

Stop looking over my head,
Stop searching for another,
Before my love is dead,
And you want me but my hearts with any other.

Stop looking past me…
 Oct 2013 nehyl
Mshizo
Will You Be Mine...???
To Love You And Treasure Your Heart Forever
Be With You Until The End Of Time
Keep You Warm In A Stormy And Cold Weather.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Hold You Close When You Are Sad
Take You Up High On Cloud Nine
And Make You Smile When Feeling Bad.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Compliment And Make You Blush
Telling You Each And Every Day That You Are So Fine
And Side With You As A Humanity Thrush.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Amaze Me With Your Divine Look
Impress Me Till I Quit Drinking Wine
And Stay Close To Me As We Begin Our Life Book.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Flourish You With Gifts, Hugs, Kisses And My Heart
Every Single Day Giving You A Sign
Which Will Show That You Are My One And Only Work Of Art.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Be Calling You In The Middle Of Every Night
Just To Tell You How Much I Care, Love And Miss You
Embracing My True Bliss, My Mrs. Right.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Take A Step Forward As We Rise
Making Sure That You'll Always Shine
Because I Promise Not To Wet Your Eyes.


Will You Be Mine...???
As I Am Gonna Hustle Hard To Support You
Delight Life With A Special Vine
And Live Every Second For You.


Will You Be Mine...???
As I See My Future As Your Lover
Lean On Me And Grind Down The Whine
To Secure You Under My Cover.


Will You Be Mine...???
I'ma Show You How Sweet I Can Be
Love Messages, Flowers, Cards, Voicemails I Will Send
For The Love Of Keeping You Happy.


Will You Be Mine...???
I Wanna Feel At Ease When I Complete This Line
And I Pray You To Fall In My Arms Any Time Soon
All That Will Happen, If You Be Mine.
 Oct 2013 nehyl
SN Mrax
This is not a night to immortalize in words, merely a quiet evening--and there is no great success or fall here. We are more ordinary than we expected to be, yet more odd; and these autumns of our lives are light in fruit.

I feel always like a bright shadow, standing aside--a tree in the garden's periphery, planted as a counterbalance for the side of the eye; paired with a contrasting element and yet waiting to be paired more directly, and to be seen more directly.

My desire has no grand meaning, I am neither deprived nor fulfilled. I am protected, and hurt by protection; for the most part left untended, yet not strong of will or wild.

We are the garden in winter, waiting to be entered and enjoyed; for without you, we are not quite empty, yet not quite full/real. Will spring make me soft/sweet/welcoming again? Will it come (to me)?
 Oct 2013 nehyl
SN Mrax
Confusion
 Oct 2013 nehyl
SN Mrax
I fell in love with a shadow on the wall.
I fell in love with the light.
I fell in love in dissolving, parting,
stepping in sing song.
I fell into never falling,
spreading into every direction,
feeling and being felt everywhere, within and without,
feeling familiar and utterly new.
I fell in love with nobody.
I fell in love with nothing.
Nothing was there--I could see it
in the shadow on the wall,
in the light.
I could not see it, and I was in rapture at the not sight of it,
a face that was not there,
a thousand times a thousand times greater than love.

Yet here I am, miserable, a fool.
With no great gift of strength, or if I had one I squandered it.
A snarl on my lips and my face in the mud,
cringing all around my heart,
withdrawing my hands ever away,
dragging a great sack of rocks.

You say: Your power is effortless.
Your effort is confusion.
Be still and remember what is inside you.
It is a fire that burns sorrow clean.
It is a river that washes your heart new.
All you have to do
is stop trying to be you, or safer, stronger, or better. That is not you.
Don't keep grabbing--let go. Say "Not that, not that."
All those grey, thorny treasures are worthless.
Return to what is eternal: nothing.
A great, shining, smiling, flowing, blossoming, nothing.

Say no, say yes.
 Oct 2013 nehyl
R
Church today
 Oct 2013 nehyl
R
they (mom and sister) asked me
if i was starving myself
but when they did
they smiled and
sort of giggled and
from that moment
on, i realized that
they really just
dont care about
me one
bit.
 Oct 2013 nehyl
Nat Lipstadt
Cinnamon-Raisin French Toast.
Maple syrple, microwaved hot.
Secret ingredient,
Secret no more!
A splash of vanilla in the batter.

We chat about this n' that.
About the play,
She didn't love it.

About the daughter-in-law's cleaning skills,
A good housekeeping award, she ain't gonna win.

Her grandma from Austria,
Seeing ugly would call it
Unlovely.

I am thinking,
Your genetic humanity, betrayed.
What a great poem that would make....

She is thinking, boy,
You needs haircut bad.
But she don't nag,
As my hair has drifted to one side,
Instead she just calls me
Gumby....

There is always a way.
There is always a way,
To say it softer,
Say it easy on the ears,
When you can't say nothing.

It takes practice.
It takes into account,
Nobody at this here breakfast table is
Perfect exceptin' for the
Cinnamon-Raisin French Toast,
Which has left the table.

It takes a splash of vanilla in your
humanity,
To say it right,
When sometimes, what needs saying is the
Unlovely.
See banner photo of my hair.  So I email her my poem. Ten minutes later she is weeping in my arms uncontrollably.  What idiot (me) wrote, women, so easy to read...
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