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 Dec 2016 cath
Lucrezia M N
Songs
 Dec 2016 cath
Lucrezia M N
I only know the songs I love the most,
they can tell what life can be like,
not me, not making a living by living it.

I'll never write lines as good as those,
not saying better what's on my mind
or singing like it's worth it a listening.

Seldom other needs can juxtapose,
by any means I can't say much sometime,
but music finds me telling everything

for me, to me, for their soulful notes
whatsoever chord they could strike
the right ones in time will be moving me
magically...
Music is the most magical and wonderful thing to me ... as much as Poetry when it comes to lyrics, but with the little plus of sounds...
I think my strongest knowledge is about the songs I love... They're my certainties that nobody can take away from me... they are the only ones I know, actually...
 Dec 2016 cath
Ramin Ara
Dance
 Dec 2016 cath
Ramin Ara
Poetry is
An echo
Asking a shadow
To  dance
 Dec 2016 cath
ryn
Wilful Wisps
 Dec 2016 cath
ryn
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We converse without words...
Just shudders and crests of bated breaths.
Tingles that resonate between echoing beats.

We speak without voice...
Just deep gazes that peer endless into bottomless eyes.
Subtle blinks that freeze the ticks of relentless hands.

We talk without sounds...
Just slight quivers between parted lips.
Holding the other captive in a gentle clasp.

We part with no farewell...
Just two wilful wisps darting on separate courses.
Knowing that paths that meander may someday converge.

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 Dec 2016 cath
Traveler
Humbly I admit
The brilliance of gifts
No matter world view or scars

Open to learn
My heart twists and churns
Experiencing empathy through art
...
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2016 cath
Valsa George
Betrayal
 Dec 2016 cath
Valsa George
Secure within the mother’s womb.
Sheltered from all storms of life.
Swimming,
Swiveling,
and
Sustained.

The countdown begun-

A wide world awaiting,
Eager faces looking,
Windows opening,

to
Colour,
Scent,
Sound,
Taste and Touch.

But,
Expectations shattered,
Exasperation heightened,
Execution begun,
Excruciation settled,
and
Expulsion confirmed!

Chopped to pieces,
Down to trash.
‘The most unkindest cut of all’!

Betrayal!
Horrid Betrayal!

Through eons,
History repeats.
‘Am I my brother’s keeper’?
The Son of Man –
sold out,
with a kiss.
Et tu, Brute!
Nipped in the bud.... ! How many such cries die out unheard !!!
When a mother's womb turns the slaughter house, it is the bitterest betrayal !!
 Dec 2016 cath
South-by-Southwest
At seven ,
I rode a bicycle
with over inflated tires
that burst in the dark
thumping hard the side
of the house
scaring us all

At eleven ,
I went to three
different elementaries
in two states ,
one fall ,
two winter ,
three spring

When thirteen ,
I had a home
with no roof
or walls and slept
under the wiles of
mother moon

Then at fourteen ,
at fifteen ,
and sixteen ,
I went to high school
in a house made
out of cards
The jokers ran wild

At seventeen ,
I moved on
moved out
and like an orphan
I was sponsored
without love
as a rock singing
"I Am A Rock"

" 'I have my books
   And my poetry to protect me
   I am shielded in my armor
   Hiding in my room
   Safe within my womb
   I touch no one and no one touches me
   I am a rock
   I am an island

   And a rock feels no pain
   And a rock never cries ' "
Words in quotes by Simon and Garfunkel , "I am a rock" from the Sounds of Silence record , 1966 .
 Dec 2016 cath
Riya
Because nothing ever ends in poetry
It ends in blood and tears
We make it poetry.

It ends painfully
Painstakingly.

But we turn it into beautiful melodic words
Turn it upside down,
Spin it around,
Wrap it beautifully
While we sit in suffering.
Hoping that our pretty little words
Cover up scars and wounds
Hopefully heals something we thought never would.
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