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 Oct 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
How I wish to take you far-far-far away,
To that end of the world where love won't sway.

With each new day your smiles won't get fainter,
We won't be needing any fake-fake-fake Godmen.

Cheerful children will be around for you and me,
Choosing our world to be the sweet-sweet-sweet place.

Cackles of our babies fill this dreamy cute home,
Caring for the next generation we will live happily.

Wonderful echoes of a glorious past will persist,
We will be able to look after the bright present.
My HP Poem #440
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
"Go find out what they were wearing,
I've slain them down and now you can do the last rites,
And do let me know what they were wearing all this while."

"These are nothing,
But just masks,
Masks, My Master."
*

"Set them afire,
The masks too!"
My HP Poem #442
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
JM
Six hours behind.
Your dawn, my future, pale light.
Milk, honey, rough ***.
Do you ever feel misunderstood?
Well with **** like mine you sure would
People sit there they don't know what to say
I go to therapy and they're blown away
People hate to look at the scars
It ain't even bad
People think its cool
Well **** that
******* are dumb
Gangsters are "cool"
***** do your math
Gangsters only drool
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Sir B
Tonight
For once
We shall reside
in Heaven
and live for the eternity
and enjoy the bliss
of a friends company

Love each other
and combine souls
for tonight
We shall reside
in Heaven
and enjoy
the morning sunshine
and moonlight at dark

Tonight
We dance with each other
and learn about the other
love till the sun rises
for tonight
We reside in
Heaven
Parade and bonfire before homecoming, enjoyed it. Band rocks, so does she and my friends.
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
Mom, Dad and Auntie, Uncle
We know that our families are a total mismatch,
We know that this takes a lot of time to hatch,
But why not give it some time
And why not let us try.

Destinies have been written to mingle,
If not at this stage then surely at another,
But we already live life as a single entity,
We are sorry that we couldn't just tread upon the path shone by you people, but it's fine! ;-)
Isn't it darling?

My HP Poem #434
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
Let's talk about life in its smartest forms,
Let's talk about the great idea of evolution,
Let's talk about our basic origins in past.

This is a not-so-popular fact that some life forms
Experienced an alien evolution on a different land
Before they dropped us down on this planet to rule.

But look amongst ourselves for their signs,
The tell-tale signs leftover from their visits,
Weird skull shapes is just one of those marks.
I think that aliens are the real Gods for us.

See the cave paintings and ancient wall-etchings anywhere, be it the so-called early-man rock etchings or be it the paintings in the Egyptian or Chinese or Inca pyramids, look at the elongated heads of all their leaders. These structures called pyramids are often accompanied by high towers, possibly possessing the alien-technology of communications or channelizing energies once upon a time.

It may seem eerie but it's surely probable that some of us are less hominid than the rest of us.

My HP Poem #436
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
It is brought to Hello Poetry confederation's notice,
That I am dearly missing my dearest poetess friend.

Anyone and everyone that blesses her in their minds,
I tell them all thanks for blessing her for her career..

And I want to tell her that I am always here for her,
If she feels lonely or helpless then I'll illuminate it...
Yes my friend, I'm always here for you and you just have to keep the advice that I supply you with in your mind and use it.

My HP Poem #435
©Atul Kaushal
Let us imagine, we write together!

You come for a visit,
From Germany, the Philippines, Singapore,
India, Nepal, even from industrial Leeds,
Bring me some Aussies and some Kiwis,
Green Tennessee, Nevada City (Ca?), the Canadian Plains
Hampshire & Haverford, where the H's get lost,
Even London, where everything is pensive expensive!
Cannot forget Minnesota, hotbed of poets restless.
If you are crosstown, let's meet on the Great Lawn in
Central Park, by Shakespeare's castle,
Let us turn my, now our, town into a belle-ville!

Side by side,
Stride for stride,
Manhattan, we connive
As our source, spring waters
For inspiration.

You come to me not as tourist,
But as explorer.

Ever-after twenty blocks,
Movement ceased, halted,
The mile, approximately travelled,
We then stop-sit.

Park bench, museum steps, bus stop,
Street curb, ok ok, Starbucks!

We each write a poem.
Exchange fluid words.

No proceeding until each have
Completed composing.
That's the rule.

A poem per mile.

I see this lovely island,
As home,
The sidewalk cracks, my veins,
The harshest of noises, my siren harmonies,
The dirt, my soul food.

But you, fresh eyes for me to
Discover what's been missed, for
Familiarity breeds cataracts,
Clouds the visionary.

I need you beside me
To be my teacher
To see my city
Anew.
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