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 May 2014 Nova
Jeremy Duff
I'm better.
Better than I was
two months ago,
a year ago.

I'm worse.
Worse than I was
two days ago,
a month ago.

I'm trying,
to stop using
people and substances.

Oh! the same old song:
Chorus:
People and substances x 4
First Verse:
Using until I've used all there is,
Trying until I've tried my best,
Using until I've used the remainder of this,
Trying until I've tried the rest.
Chorus
Second Verse:
Some days go slow
and some go fast.
So days are mellow
and some are brash.
Chorus
Drum break
Third Verse:
Using until there's nothing left
Trying hard, but it ain't my best
Stolen: Integrity!
Reward for information regarding theft.
Chorus
Repeat chorus with slowing tempo
and volume until song fades
into misshapen and misplaced drums.
 May 2014 Nova
Camellia-Japonica
If love is a shape then
Love is  circular
Maybe it's why a ring seals the love
between two souls.
Maybe it's why a mother's tummy is round
maternal eternal love.
Maybe it's why love is unending
no beginning,no end.
There is no beginning nor an end to a circle
the simplest of shapes
one a child draws first,
a circle can be hollow
then filled with love.
Love like a cancer grows
like a **** it creeps and stays
fits like a glove
flies on the wings of Doves
Quickly, love can turn rough
to mush, to fluff,
but that circle still stays
beauteous never superfluous a
Mellifluous unending eternal circle.
© JLB
 May 2014 Nova
G H Goodland
Once said
Birds of a feather flock together
Same goes for pigs and swine
I say
People together; all shape & size
Love n dance & commune with wine.
 Apr 2014 Nova
Heliza Rose
Pluto
 Apr 2014 Nova
Heliza Rose
I'm like pluto,
Rejected.
No longer belonging with the others and their fascinating qualities.
I'm like pluto,
Rejected
Just a mistake
 Apr 2014 Nova
Heliza Rose
If you wanted
I could have given you
My eyes
So you could've seen
What I saw in
YOU

If you wanted
I could have given you my ears
So you could've heard the harp that was your voice
The way I heart it

If you wanted
I could have given you my nose
So you could've been gifted with the sharp smell of your scent
The way I smelt it

If you wanted
I could've given you my skin
So you would know how well your fingers contested with fireworks

If you wanted
I could've given you my lips
So you could know,would know how well you tasted,and you would know you were more thank just a human being
You were a gardener
Who planted every beautiful flower inside me
 Apr 2014 Nova
Archibald MacLeish
Will it last? he says.
Is it a masterpiece?
Will generation after generation
Turn with reverence to the page?

Birdseye scholar of the frozen fish,
What would he make of the sole, clean, clear
Leap of the salmon that has disappeared?

To be, yes!—whether they like it or not!
But not to last when leap and water are forgotten,
A plank of standard pinkness in the dish.

They also live
Who swerve and vanish in the river.

— The End —