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 Feb 2017 cath
Michael Blonski
Ravens fly out of her eyes
swirling around her amber hair
A vortex of elegance,
intelligence, strong,
and fair

She shatters the wind
as if the entire world sat
upon
a single pane of glass

She does not ask for lasting youth
truth is not naturally given
as rights of humanity
drunk from crystal cups
stained by her lips

And her blood drips
from a single thorn's *****
when offering a rose
in condolences
to the death
of  our
daydreams
 Feb 2017 cath
Irving MacPherson
Don't go poking them
    What good is that.

Don't sit on the sidelines
        when they try to take
                    you to the mat.

We can all make changes for the better
if only in our small part of the world.

I won't give up on Peace
  even if it kills me to do it.
Overwhelmed by a 20 year love
which is still ever growing,
consumed by pure emotions
that are out of my control,

Hand-in-hand
our two souls stick together,
meshed - inseparable,  
as one--we are whole.

Filled with pure emotion,
never lacking adoration,

Just looking at him
my eyes fill my heart
with complete and total fascination.

I fall deeper and deeper
as time goes by--as it continues
to tick away,

I love him with more intensity
and with more passion
every single new day.

I truly value our connection
with every breath,

I know my heart and soul
will remain captured by him
beyond my physical death.

I will take this precious love with me wherever my soul may go,

This love, so well, I fully understand,
and have truly come to know.

A love carved into my heart,
intertwined with my soul,
written from the start,

A powerful love
which my entirety
can never ever part.

I love this love
with each new gifted sunrise,
I love this love
with every memorable sunset,

I love this love
when it rains,
through bad weather,
and not a day do I ever regret...

That unforgettable day
that our hearts touched -
the day that our hungry souls attached,
the beautiful day that we met,
that perfect blessed day
is the day
that I will never
ever
forget.


By Lady R.F ©2017
❤ Forever and a day  ❤
 Feb 2017 cath
Pagan Paul
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Soft petals glisten with dew,
     ruby and crimson pure.
Nature's most perfect view...
     ...la fleur d'amour.

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© Pagan Paul (10/02/2017)
I really feel more than sad,
To know that thou art gone—Dad.
Dragged away by winds of time,
Far away to a very distant clime.
Leaving me upon shores of life alone
With a physiognomy but forlorn.
Such grievous news unto mine ear,
That nevermore to hold thee near.
Yes, thou art out of human sight—
But may thee dwell in eternal light.
And when my earthly life is over,
Searching thee I'll incessantly halt never,
But wend along the wildest river banks,
Clobbered by wild winds, nest upon trunks,
Journey myriads of galaxies on yonder
Just searching for thee from star to star,
Simply because till we ever meet again,
I'm doomed to languish in a vale of pain.


**REST IN PEACE DAD
My Dad passed away yesterday very early in the morning, honestly this is the saddest news ever to be poured into mine ear.
Oh Guardian of the Heavens, Earth and bitter Seas, may Thee please have mercy upon His piteous soul.
And on my knees, humbly I beg Thee to please enable my Mother recuperate as to live in blossom. She's all I have in this World.
Honestly, I really feel scared coz my Lovely Mom ain't in a good shape of form as well.
No words of a Bard can reel-
off how I truly feel.
I really need thy prayers, dear friends.
 Feb 2017 cath
uzzi obinna
I'm supposed to be home,
And not to feel alone,
But the pain that i feel,
Makes my spirit still;

There is a reason to cry,
But no reason to die,
My heart has grown cold,
But my love is not old;

As a quiet reply,
Is my many sighs,
No more trust in me,
Except the trust for me,

I will stay home,
Even if i am alone,
Because with you my baby,
Has always been home to me.
 Feb 2017 cath
SøułSurvivør
palette
russet, olive hues
yellow ochre
bird's egg blue
vastness held
within a bowl
turned over earth
to heal and hold
moisture from
the morning rain
thus the painter's
eye is trained

cadmium white
a fan-like brush
sketch mare's-tail clouds
an artist's touch
far horizon
grayish blue
a woman reclines
in the ****
her form reveals
the breasting hills
her hips the mountains
hushed and still
mid-ground
blurs of olive cacti
the saguaro
rise like hackles
Palo Verde lie in lumps
yellow flowers
bloom in clumps
point of brush
tweaks out the trees
turn of branches
stippled leaves
small are they
to catch the light
but the moisture
loss is slight
ochre foreground
brownish stones
blue-gray shadows
light source shown
grayish purple
prickly pears
ocotillo
here and there
spindly with splash of red
barrel cacti nod their heads
buff highlights
bring out the sand
thus paint creates

this desert land


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/13/2017
Spring morning after a rain.

In the desert the leaves of the trees are small so that only a slight amount of moisture is released.
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