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 Sep 2015 poet ninja
Luna Quinn
it's been around ten months since:

1. our last moments of conversation.
2. the last time I'd wait, eager for love clarification.
3. one last glance at the love of my life.
4. I'm sorry I haven't gotten you out of my head.
5. you smelled like cigarettes & lust.
6. true love is something I can't forget.
7. nothing compares to your eyes.
8. I certainly wish you'd take me back.
9. hoping the memories rock your bed.
10. months since I left your heart, I cry.
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
GaryFairy
it's nice how we all came together
to have this reunion day
a lot has changed since we've seen each other
but some things never go away

eyes look toward the lesser blessed
without understanding of their soul
we think we know a lot about each other
but some things we will never know

disgust on faces and ***** looks
she will never be our kind
voices mutter words of judgment
from behind the defining line

a woman walks off into the rain
as a Cadillac pulls away
they will never know her pain
at least not on this reunion day
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
GaryFairy
obsessed dexterity, less than steadily
resident of a dreadful destiny
festering breath, resting readily
weaponry of a four legged legacy

blessed be the death of pleasantry
presently pressed, a lesser pedigree
a specialty of a deadly heredity
expressed regression, distressed longevity
regression has a few definitions, i meant this one - (psychiatry) a defense mechanism in which you flee from reality by assuming a more infantile state
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
Havran
"We could spend so much of our time searching for all the wrong things when all we ever truly want in this life is love, and happiness, and that ineffable feeling that we belong."
Oh dear little dove you smile,
Fly in sky in freedom far mile.
Father has given feathers to fly,
Remain happy you never cry.

Shyness you do not at all feel,
You have ever amazing  zeal.
Thrill of wisdom you hold far,
Go on flying you kiss light star.

Scar you leave in lovely moon,
Go on flying, reach you soon.
Noon or night you do not see,
Light your life feel mind thee.

Right direction you do choose,
Sing wisdom you spread news.
God has told he will come soon,
Washing sins he will give boon.

Love waves flow in lovely sky,
To feel life sure you do ever try
You smile in love little far mile,
Oh dear little dove you smile,

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.
This poem is based on happiness and smile to speak about wisdom of God. Dove is a little bird that flies in happiness in far sky and thinks to kiss light and star. Dove has freedom to fly and that is why there is no need to cry in sorrow. Holding thrill of wisdom gives strength here to feel this freedom. In lovely love waves flow and father gives promise that he will come to wash sins of human beings. His boon will flow here in waves definitely and that is why dove should smile here flying so high in sky. Every human being should know this wisdom and hold light in life for up lifting self. This poem is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
Father of heaven has given command
To destroy your sin he does demand.
Grand ceremony of wisdom he does,
Still you wait for new favourable buzz.

You know sin is root of many sufferings,
Still here illusion does many coverings.
Breaking vices break bad thoughts here,
Feeling life feel you thrilling favour seer.

Sealing mind in concentration develop,
In righteous path lives all have to setup.
Envelop you make ready to send a letter,
Getting this, father in heaven feels better.

There will be no anxiety and also stress,
Destroy sin and decorate life in a dress.
Bless you will get of father will come joy,
Soul is conscious energy body is sure toy.

Pure mind knows this as soul drives body,
You drink wisdom nectar no time for toddy.
Father of heaven has given command
To destroy your sin he does demand.
Vices divert mind and bad acts are based on these which give rise to sins in life. God here commands to destroy sin and to become pure. Through grand ceremony of wisdom we can do this.  Developing concentration of mind is essential to stabilize or control this. We know that sin is root of all troubles, anxiety and stress in life. While we obey God and attach mind with him we walk in righteous path and do not get chance to fall in sin or to perform sin full acts. A pure mind knows that life is conscious that is driving body which is like a toy.  Feeling life we feel deeply self and God. This poem is based on such theme. This is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
Helen
she saw her body as large
hating all the traces
he saw only her heart
and curves
*in all the right places
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
Helen
I knew it was wrong
but if I stayed any longer
I would be lost
and my weakness
would just get stronger
So with just a small bag
that was lighter on my back
than the memories I left behind
with all the emotions I lack
I wandered down the road
with my thumb stuck in the air
I hoped that nobody stopped
while I fretted that nobody cared
Mile after mile my feet carried on
and with my heart beat slow
I stopped
just to breathe
as my feet sank into the snow
When the car pulled to a stop
next to me
it could have been yesterday
or tomorrow
I didn’t know
But I was grateful for the ride
but wary of the unknown face
that smiled at me across the miles
no malice could I find a trace
until the question came at me
after Beethoven's Second Symphony
became just a distant memory

My child, why do you run, in disgrace?
What is really your fear?


And as my hands clench the seat belt
trying to stop it from strangling me
and as I count the mile markers
that carve a mountain between you and me
I can't answer the question
that sits so insistently in my ear
The unknown face beside me whispers

*I’m not the stranger here
The Lost Collection ~Mar 19th 2011~
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
Helen
I'll Wait
 Sep 2015 poet ninja
Helen
Under the tree I stare silently
at the waste my angst would cause
I’m left breathless without the words
that leaves my thoughts without pause

Beneath the breeze that would seize
my sigh that bathes a mountainous landscape
I’m left reeling beneath leaves that dance a tune
while their own seasons allow their very own escape

Of Earth and Wind and Sunsets Fire
I’m writhing inside an unearthly desire
to wait for your presence. I remain true
I’ll sit ( and contemplate) and wait for tomorrow
if it is with you

I could take the walk without the talk
and leave all impressions in the dust

... unless I’m desperately alone

Between me
and the tree
One is real
the other
I trust
The Lost Collection ~Sept 12th 2011~
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