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It's her, the woman of steely resolve,
who fills every lighted part
of my consciousness,so thankful, I am to her
The wife who never lets down
her man who faltered and fell,
love being the ***** in her armor
she is careful not to hurt there,
our eyes exchange texts, only
we could read and an instance

She was the one who found me out
lost from the neighborhood of her heart,
brought me back from the outback
from the jaws of the beasts of prey,
where i was stuck in a thorny thicket,
lost almost for ever bleeding,pale,
if only she didn't decide to conduct
a one woman adventure, a rescue mission
against all odds,with much *****,
and presence of mind, one rarely see
even in alpha males,who habitually
boast aloud,of having ***** to stand up
against any adversity and fight.
For me it was she who did it and all alone!

Young and callow,
a bird of infirm wings still,
alone i flew long distances
circled around,hallucinatory visions,
lost my way, eventually went down,
my love may have failed before,
but she happened ,in the moment of epiphany,
otherwise would I ask her , without a second thought
to be with me all through the journey of my life?
It would not have been,but her heart listened
to my voice wistfully spoke to it, as if becoming weak,
caught in a storm lashed over the thicket and
she came searching at the right time, rescuing me .

Gun fights and volcano eruptions we survive,
even thunder storms, mad dog attacks and cheats,
broken hearts and misfortunes of every kind too.
Never do I forget this dear face of courage,
the woman staying firmly behind me, a sturdy rock,
sticking to her faith on me and a prayer on her lips,
with the staunch belief that I'll come out a winner.
Lovingly dedicated to sweet Lady M, a fearless fighter
wife of a dear friend, in appreciation of her fighting his battle
with dark demons these days sticking with him, while he still continues his walk in the dark, towards the beckoning light..
 Feb 2016 Olivia Kent
Mike Hauser
this is an exceptionally short poem
cause i've got a lot going on


*hi~bye
As the light diffused
and the night accused​
and the stars came out to shine,
I left what's mine behind the line
and crossed the Rubicon.

Gone, all inhibition,
a demonstration of
my condition,
the exhibition
of
a burning bridge.
I think I'd like to recommend
a new beginning that has
no end,
a day without the dark of night
a light to light the lonely heart
and if I start this recommending
beginning anew and never ending
I'd like to think
that it's alright with you.
'me old china'   (china plate = mate).Cockney rhyming
I died
in many places,
but
mostly in
my heart.
 Feb 2016 Olivia Kent
Jack Huang
A shooting star shot me
with a 50. caliber of beauty
while I was standing guard
in the middle of my duty.

There I stood in silence
in the middle of the night.
Reminded of your smile
that is brighter than light.

Dreaming of those eyes
that illuminates my heart
and banish the gloom
that once tore me apart.

And as the shining sun rose
blooming beautifully slowly.
I thanked you once again
For not keeping me lonely.
I think most people have that one person who can keep them company even though they are not physically present.
When they have pulled all the factories down and they've torn all the small towns apart
when the people we knew are all out on the street and the coppers we feared no longer go on the beat
will we find
peace of mind?
or will it be them?

Will the big guns come out and having shot up our dreams will they build us asylums to house all the screams?
I don't think so
it's just the way that things go.

Thinks..

..I shall resign my commission in the human condition and go back to live in a cave
for there's no one can save us from the progress that slays us and the bare lights of beer halls lose all of their promise when we're sober with nowhere to go.

So,
pull it all down and build it into a matrix, plug us all in and you can teach us some new tricks 'cause I'm sick of it weighing me down,
I am leaving this town before you pull it all down and I'm hiding away in a cave in the country, you can search for or hunt me, but I know you won't find me,
goodbye.
See how the clouds are blown
across the blue sky
and how high the birds fly,
I can't fly I'm a flea
and I flee in the face of
adversity and the adverse weather that
affects me.

Wish I was a bird though or
a cloud.
The wind across a skin
The drum under the hills , on the road
The tribe
Five thousand years, the gypsies
Flare a wild curse
Clan chief  twists a winter horn
As kids, skewbald urchins
Question us once
Then follow
The line of beggars and kings
Down into the sodden
Fold between nations
Another poem from my favourite region. Inspired by some amazing footage on internet. The Keilder wild goats are very rarely seen. Yet they survive.
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