I make a request to Rain
Do not wet my eyes
They already have tears

I make a request to Cold Air
Do not make me tired
I am already sick today

I make a request to Summer
Do not make me sad
I am already unhappy

I make a request to a Cyclone
Do not make me lose
I am already homeless

I make a request to Stone
Do not smash me
I am already destroyed

I make a request to Fire
Do not burn me
I am already ember

I make a request to Cries
Do not make me yell
I am already upset

I make a request to Horror
Do not make me fear
I am already afraid

I make a request to Poetry
Do not make me a poet
I am already a poem

I make a request to Friends
Do not make me mad
I am already manic

I make a request to Everyone
Don't cause my heart any pain
It has already broken into pieces

I make requests to you, Sweetie
Don't turn back to me again
I have done love!

we've had an assortment of
weather
four seasons converging
together
whence I awoke there
was a coolish
nip
with associated cloud
like winter's
grip
by noon I dressed
in a light
blouse
for the air felt similar
to a summer
rouse
late eve bought
an autumn
feel
south east winds
blew upon my worn
keel
as night approaches
the true spring
lilt
is dancing around
my trunk's
silt

will be interesting to see
what's on tomorrow's
isotherms
as the climes vary in their
statement of
terms

no don't ask me about my dreams
don't open Pandora's box
you are in it too but
from others don't hold me responsible

I'd like to see you
There in the sky full of stars
In the earth full of moonlight
In the morning full of flowers
In the birdsongs which wake up

I'd like to see you
In the dew on the grass
In the heart-touching wind
In the shower of the mountain
In the waves of the ocean

I'd like to see you
In the green and rainforests
In the heart-touching songs
In the white clouds of autumn
In the rainy season of nature

I'd like to see you
In the warm wind of spring
In the golden paddy field
In the beauty of green nature
In the first snow of winter

Dear Young Generation,
You will be in the future
In the sky of the nation,
You are the bright sun…

There's a quiet murmuration
Of figments of my imagination
Dreams and broken notions
Feelings and emotions
Swirling and rearranging
Into ever-changing shapes in my mind

There are absent gods and howling dogs
And the broken backs of the poor
While jugglers perform tricks with wealth
As nobody seems to care anymore
Amidst marching boots as children shoot
And hope lies dead on the floor

There seems to be a ghost somewhere
Wandering high in purple mountains
And low in deep green valleys
And this roaming soul may well be
A kind of long lost truth
Inside my hidden mind

                               By Phil Roberts

The moment you forget.
Mind wanders with regret.
Eyes blurred, lose focus.
“What’s my current purpose?”

Is spontaneous enough?
Chasing a dream, tough.
As a child we rushed,
what was all the fuss?

The lost moment finds.
The lost moment unwinds.
The lost moment reminds.
Messes with our minds.

In that moment there is clarity.
We connect with our reality.
Understand humanity.
Endless possibilities.
Test our comfortability.

A chance to breathe.
Rebirth and see.
Are we where
we want to be?

Take that lost moment,
to reset your focus.
To find yourself and
your new found purpose.

our sisters in poetry
aren't seen on the site's pages
do you recall them

the loveliest gals
ever welcoming of heart
our Nagi and Winn

we miss their presence
they really knew how to write
and were wonderful