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 Mar 2016 Quinn
James Ellis
Though it may not have been as beautiful as I imagined
The day we watched the world end was my favorite

You painted the scenery and I sang you limericks
Our hearts never could understand society

I think this was the moment we were waiting for
A place where there were no more expectations

As the fires waged, your brush strokes replied
Every shout and cry could be replaced by another line

I know some may not understand,
But there really isn’t much to

There hasn't been such a simple existence
We had each other, and that was all we needed

Just as Nero played the lyre while watching Rome burn
You and I created on the day the world ended
Happy World Poetry Day! :-)
 Mar 2016 Quinn
Got Guanxi
I loved you before the alcohol,
Hourglass to the soul,
hour pass,
days maybe...
in between the formulation of golden nuggets in the mountains silver sands.
You held my hand and through velvet touch,
Electricity meander through my arms,
before the storm calm,
the start of a heart attack -
then the pack of house of cards collapsed.
In a deserts smile,
you flatlined through our favourite past times.
The pastures rich with buttercups
and dandelions like the last time.
When we walked over the train tracks harvest.
Last summer and last spring.
Somethings are everlasting,
and some pass like storm clouds without one droplet of rain,
in casting,
our love grew like tulips,
Yellow, red and blue,
bruises,
but soon come the rain,
our muses loses,
&
rendered useles;
I went away and
It's too soon to explain myself,
For that.
Back,
with cap in hand.
Lost in hearts melted by false starts,
and feathered cap,
Falsetto moods
sharp stilettos,
slap back.
I couldn't let go when the sun came through,
and a calming parting of the clouds where the rain came blue.
I thought I could live without you,
but I bottled it,
again.
Now I've nothing left to give,
but my gift to you.
sinking, sleeping in the land dunes
trying to understand you.
 Mar 2016 Quinn
Got Guanxi
in solipsism,
soul left
upon a pole.
you're lips move,
but you never listen.
on a solo groove,
smooth hedonism,
to soothe the mood,
in equidistance;
your body glistens.
The music rules you,
in a
restricted prison -
grinding bars,
wars of attrition.
you never missed
a final kiss,
at your own insistence,
In
pole position,
you never listened.
 Mar 2016 Quinn
Joel M Frye
Enough deceiving.
Stand upright and face yourself.
Change what needs changing.
i used to catch bees
in the palm of my hand
they never stung me
now i am an adult
i am afraid to try
Tanka
thrown onto the street
and treated as criminals
the mentally ill
Senryu
 Mar 2016 Quinn
Joel M Frye
I'm moved to heights I've never seen before;
thrown into chaos, being carried through,
I come to love Great Spirit more and more.

Remembering when waking was a chore,
now gracious spring each moment is renewed.
I'm moved to heights I've never seen before.

Awaken into mystery; what's in store?
To harvest strength for what I need to do,
I come to love Great Spirit more and more.

My grasp outstrips my reach; what's heaven for
if not to give my life direction true?
I'm moved to heights I've never seen before.

Small unearned gifts which cannot be ignored;
a sunrise incandescent, thanks to You.
I come to love Great Spirit more and more.

Your grace has gifted me with friends adored;
surrounds me by beloveds, old and new,
I'm moved to heights I've never seen before,
I come to love Great Spirit more and more.
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