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 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Cold nights close in warm in your bed, but think If those for
Whom the pavement is there bed. Well feed in you homes
never a hungry night as always well feed.

But those on the streets go without for a day, air fills that hole
And hunger is there dreed. We look down on those asking for
Cash, not realising that what they sit on may be there bed.

Think how it feels hands out asking for help, but most will just
Give a filthy look instead. On the streets is not a disease, but
Unfortunate things can happen where once warm and well fed.
To the pavment cold and uncaring being your new bed.
 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
In the ageless place where wings greeted the realms of the sky.
A single  rose did blossom, its thorns of clarity transparently
Unseen, to hide the deed that would be beauties hidden snare.

Fallen a single item of purity fell upon this petalled beauty and
From white It was consumed, until it flamed black Till ash
Nourished the rose and petals turned starless black.

She happened on this rose of no thorn, nicking her index it bled
But a drop, and what wasn't was now shown a thorn of red,
As if blood had filled its edges, and with that one knick a petal
Of black did open, no longer closed the door now open.

As upon an exposed moment this petal permeates the purity
Of Innocence, inviting those enticed to obscurity of beauty
hidden is the pollen that infiltrates the air seeding its Influence
upon others self. As all are drawn to the rose that drinks.

Each thorn did consume, all met innocence and each petal now
Turned from purity to onyx of corruption. Where the shades of
White confronted with desires of a thought never felt.

Ever petal had opened, spawned the beast that had slept, but
Now woken as pollen of darkness inhaled by light. Those perfect
features now jagged upon silk torn, blood was not spilt on thorns
But on the white cobbled streets, screams of insanity reeked.

A single rose blossoming beauty of flawed conscience's had
Given birth to unclean emotions, thoughts that took control.
All were nearly tainted only a few were still pure of heart, this
Place of fallen feathers into the clouded thoughts.

There was a rose that blossomed in Calluna, its beauty seduced
Those of purity of heart and seeded a petal that was like a razor
Jagged, upon a soul cutting it apart. With tainted beauty till only the
shards of edges sharp breathed upon a heart. now all was black
Where once there was only shades of white that have fallen apart.
 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
PrttyBrd
Rough hands
Long days
Honest work
Hand tools
And sustainability
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 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
PrttyBrd
No we can't have it all
But we can have nothing
Nothing in common
But the weight of the world
Watching in awe as beside me you fall

And the embers, they smolder
For an hour or a day
As the breath Ignites once again
Consuming the smile
Before it is ever born

So, to the flaming death of joy we toast
Taking in the screams
On the descent of all who falter
I watch you fall in silence
Sharing a pain that consumes everything

You are focused on nothing
I am focused on you, oblivious to all
My loneliness beaten back by your own
If only momentarily we glance past each other
The air too heavy to revive all that is dying

One cannot follow what is right beside
Bathing in the aftermath of despair
Weight of the world, of lost souls,
Of the intangible yearning to feel
There is only loneliness for fear of sharing

Afraid of loosening the grip on the comfort of stagnant pain
or facing the nothingness of the unknown
We look but do not see anything save our own pain
No, one cannot follow what is right beside
I'll hold your pain if you'll hold mine
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 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
PrttyBrd
Oh My Darling
My life, my love
You are all that I am
Everything that I can be
Without you
I am naught
At times we are at odds
Though my love remains
I long for you,
When you seem distant
I am wholly lost
Left to fester in my head
With you at my side
I am whole
I have sacrificed my sanity for my emotions
To feed my dearest love
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greek mythology, muse of epic poetry
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’Twas my one Glory—
Let it be
Remembered
I was owned of Thee—
 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Mike Hauser
Could there be such a thing

As bubblegum poetry

And if there is

When you chew it

Do you read it and savour

The bubblegum flavor

Or is what you just read

Over too fast

Does it blow bubbles of thought

In your head more than not

And does it come sugar free

For no guilt when you read

Close cousin to a bubblegum song

Where you can't help but hum along

I personally think that it would be sweet

If there was such a thing as bubblegum poetry
 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
I stood on a cloud of shaded white,
It was soft under my feet, as if not
Touching, more gliding under foot.

I was mesmerized by the sight seen
As if I was upon an ocean of shaded
Whites as they moved under me.

I ebbed forward to touch this motion
Below, to touch upon what was like
Silk, and then upon my hand one left.

As if a million snow flakes glided up
Like blossom falling in reverse, there
Were butterflies in heaven.

I stood on a cloud of shaded whites,
As they fluttered around me, calmness
Filled me and I knew I would be alright.
 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
fluffy pillows white
souls caressed gently above
my wings silken touch
 Jun 2015 Paula Lee
PrttyBrd
In all honesty,
The best part of me
...is you*




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