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At times
The rain relentlessly rains
And might seem never
Never to rain once again
But it does,

At times
The sun incessantly shines
And might seem never
Never to shine once again
But it does,

At times
The moon dims its light
And might seem never
Never to shine once again
But it does,

At times
Stars effulgently shine
And might seem never
Never to shine once again
But they do,

At times
The wind relentlessly whistles
And might seem never
Never to whistle once again
But it does,

At times
Life is circuitous
And might seem never
Never to be straight once again
But it will,

At times
You're at a low ebb
And might seem never
Never to hold a penny once again
But you will,

At times
You're engulfed in doldrums
And might seem never
Never to be solaced once again
But you will,

At times
You're drenched in despair
And hope might seem never
Never to come your way once again
But it will,

At times
You wail
And might seem never
Never to smile once again
But you will,

At times
You're heart broken
And might seem never
Never to love once again
But you will,

At  times
You're lonely
And might seem never
Never to be happy once again
But you will,

At times  
You're lover parts from you
And might seem never
Never to be the same once again
But you will,

At times
Your're in a daze
And might seem never
Never to know whats right once again
But you will,

At times
Failure engulfs you
And success might seem never
Never to come your way once again
But it will,

Every thing will
Just on cue.
#Hope
At the end of a hill there is a ***** hence never despair in life.
The best is yet to come your way whilst you keep the faith that everything will at last be alright despite hardships. 
Only then you shall have failure vanquished.
 Jul 2015 Nirmalee
Sherry Asbury
Old women are forgotten wombs
whose graceless bodies have fed the world,
then been sent to sit in its shadows...
not quite seen, unacknowledged
and without nurture.

Old women are crucified with the nails
of oppression and poverty.
Invisibility swallows them when
age freckles out-number the fresh
patches of youth.

Old women have scarred and calloused
knees from kneeling in submission to
lesser minds that felt bigger for the
looking down.

A rosary of sorrows is strung through
the weary fingers of old women.
They are hung on the crucifix of youth
and beauty to wither into dust.

Old women have crabbed and ruined toes
from shoes worn too long - that a child
might have new ones.
Alone in cubicles or corners, frayed photos
beneath their coats, old women remember
children that have long forgotten them.

Old women do not seek a man’s arms...
for that is not a refuge, but a honeyed trap
where souls are flayed and burned.

Old women talk to themselves because
no  one else has ears to hear, or words to share.
Even their echoes are faint and whispered.

Such wondrous minds...libraries of living life,
vision and experience...left untouched because
they are not behind a pretty face.

Behold the woman....she is a wealth of wisdom
and power, beauty and courage - to those
wise enough to touch her power.

Her reckoning will come...

Until then - she endures.
From a series of poems written about old women not fortunate enough to have the wealth or stamina to keep themselves fashionable.
 Jul 2015 Nirmalee
IcySky
Why do I fight for something,
for someone who's going to betray me?
You said you loved me,
you said you'd stay.

I told you my deepest secrets,
my deepest regrets,
my deepest fears,
you used them against me.

You fed me lies,
I never knew if you were honest,
if you ever told the truth,
did you ever really love me?

I gave everything to you,
you took it when you left,
everything I was,
everything I will be.

My heart,
my love,
my trust,
but the pain you left.

Being betrayed by someone
I never thought would hurt me,
and I let you use me,
but this time...

I give up.
I'm leaving,
walking away....
I will no longer be hurt by you.

I'm moving on,
and forgetting your name,
My heart may need to heal,
but my mind is made...

Good-bye
past love.
I'll have regrets
the day I die
I'll have unanswered questions
that around me fly
I never went up to the moon
I never saw Napoleon's tomb
I never crossed the oceans deep
Nor stood on top of Himalaya's peak
I never thought we'd say goodbye
but time just slipped on by
And now I sit here feeling sad
wondering if life has me had

It doesn't matter anymore
The memories's weight
I can pull no more
I'll just lay down and die
and to this world I'll say goodbye
Then as I walk into the light
I will be full of fear and fright
But it will all be okay
Happens to us all on any given day
i loved her at first sight
if you ask how
the answer is all white
not one point till now.

was i too fool a guy
did i make haste
right now can't tell you why
that boy knows the best.

that boy who held his gaze
right on her face
read there in his daze
written happiness.

if you ever find him out
you may ask him how
he loved the girl at first sight
and loving her till now.
dedicated to the girl for being with that boy for 31 years, this day.
 Jul 2015 Nirmalee
Sue Violetta
Lunar eclipse
The blood moon nearing totality
Allowing stars to shine
Midnight
Statues without  time
The sweet taste of wine

I'm here.
Am I ?
I don't see the walls  or the doors
I see you,
My two nightowls
Walking  through  the night
Talking, laughing
Standing quiet
A fire in your eyes
watching the city lights.

Midnight
And the time stands still
The bridge to the end
to which I'm near
You both just starting
So young and full of life
Give me your hands !
Let us fly
Above the city lights
Over the river and glassy spires
The rhythm of your hearts
Resonates
Happy and sad
They complement.

Midnight
And the time is still
My old soul remembering  my youth
Happy and sad
Rejecting the truth
Living now
Young again
You have so much to give
Open your wings in a full flight
For mine are now clipped.

And yes, I'm here
Forever remembering the city spires
The music
The laughter  and fire in your eyes
The bridge to the end
Happy and sad
my soul
Without fear.
For Noelle and Sasha
 Jul 2015 Nirmalee
mey mcbryde
My skin is glass , it's like a vase.  Don't touch me I might break.

I yearn for warmth and your embrace , but is it worth my life to take?

I'm fragile, sensitive, I feel like a mistake.
Your flesh is warm it's strong and  opaque  , while mine is cold , you can see right through me, and I think I'm going
to break.
It made sense in some aspects . I might delete it later.
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