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Mar 2016 Olivia Kent

John Edward Smallshaw

Cramming bleats into my ears are
all the little lambs and those fears sit so easily on my shoulders,
mint is the killer
the kicker.

When did we become I?
or was this carbon copy order picker always one?

I exhale alone,
breathed in by you and out,
alone is about being alone.

Don't make the mistake of being young for too long or of being old in a life that's not yours.

Close all the doors behind you
and let the rest of the World try to find you,
if you're as good as you think you are
raise the bar, paint the doors black on a black background, make no sound, beware of those that profess to care, too many bleeding hearts out there and you'll slip on the blood.

When I sail too close to the wind it fans the flames.
when I am the wind which I try not to be it destroys me piece by piece.

Love. in the end, will end it
love in the end always does.

And yet in this place you
tell me why to my face
just in case
I forget.

Mar 2016 Olivia Kent

Broken down

Mar 2016 Olivia Kent

John Edward Smallshaw

Broken down

Down in the crypt where humanity's stripped
there's a smell of decay in the air, where
they wash as they will
or just have a quick swill and
I really
don't want to be there.

It's a dungeon when the lights are out.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

~Our Song~

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Mike Hauser

~Our Song~

We were born into a song
Sing it still now that we've grown
The melody remains the same
Though the words have slightly changed

If you please, come sing with me
Mixing lives in harmony
Perfect pitch, tinder keys
As together we're all born to sing

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Speaking clocks, really fuck me off.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Paul Hardwick

Speaking clocks, really **** me off.

Have you tried setting one
press the button three times
that will give you hours then set your alarm
at this point I ask myself
can I not just turn a ****
To me seems so much more simpler
Is Just Me
or also do you find that to be true?

Press the button twice
for there is another world to find
then the ******* clock ask me do you really want to be doing this?
Yes I think so
well what would have you said
maybe I should ha answered
just set the time
I would like to wake up
at 6 a.m.
but woke at 9
but me being me
was not letting, this clock getting the better of me

and now
the said clock
is still at the bottom end of my back garden.

Is this LoVe in words today or what?

***. P@ul.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

What is Love.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Paul Hardwick

What is Love.

Is it desire?
Is it a feeling that grows and grows?
Is the passion you feel?
Is the emotional surrealist?

Of    L    i     f              where is that ******* E

So hard to find

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Of    L    i     f
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Of    L    i     f      E.

Boom! Zonck! Pow!

P@ul.
this can from the Art of Pop

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Nigel is the Man to find.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Paul Hardwick

Nigel is the Man to find.

YOU can not make yours eyes
see around the hill
or even corners
but in my dream world
Nigel the Man can
for he sees all things day or night
he sees darkness he sees light
and I've even heard can smell light
if it's there, he will, have been
he will have seen
he maybe can taste it
he sees things that will really blow your mind dear
yes Nigel is the man that can
but Nigel is a man hard to find
for you see
he's blind.

Treat for you all----How do you like them cookies
dip them in the milk of life LoVe P@ul ***.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Unidentified fallen object

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

John Edward Smallshaw

Unidentified fallen object

Second contact and down to the brass tacks,
the nuts and the bolts
good looking
no faults
as far as I know.

She scrutinises too,
looking at you know who
and who could blame her?

We agree on a next time,
I say,
at your place?
she says,
at mine.

Our first disagreement,
I relent
and say,
okay
at mine.

She wins this time.

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Later Walmart ..

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Later Walmart ..

I turn to my left , my reflective portrait in a five and dime piece of 'artwork'.. A stunned , graying anomaly going eye to eye with his namesake ...
Thumbing through 'fish wrapper' trying to make myself believe
a masterpiece is lying at the bottom , something to occupy a lonely wall
in a forgotten room ..
Something I've been guilty of many times over the years ...
Hanging on to things that have zero significance , working hard to remain ' Vital , Marketable and Practical' for wolves and robots who were oarless in the deep end of the lake , basically committed to my destruction with no clue for independent thinking , creativity or even grade school logic for that matter .. Tonight I think I'll leave the 'Van Gogh's and the Monet's' here at the store , head back home and write this poem in black marker on that 'lonely wall ..'

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Profession

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

ryn

Profession

I once professed my love to the wind...*

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.
           The way it cupped my cheeks
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured
with its playful but gentle ways.
The way it would upset
the serenity of my clothes.
          The way it would engulf me cool
on a hot sunny day.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs
and abscond with my breath.
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment
before mischievously
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.

I still profess my love to the wind...

I'd profess my adoration for the way
she fills my sails full
and my heart full of hope.
For I am a lone sailor
in a crowded ocean.
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...
Traversing time and space
with my love, my breeze...
my air.

.

#love #profession #hellopoetry107

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

What did I say about the box, Jack?

Feb 2016 Olivia Kent

Paul Hardwick

What did I say about the box, Jack?

Dont open it up P@ul!
so why Jack did you do just that?
To see if the cat that was inside
was dead or alive P@ul!
and Jack what did you find?
The cat there was not dead nor alive
for there was no cat there at all.

P. O. W!!!

With love lets just not open boxes.

P@ul.