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Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

When fountain of life comes up to brim
When heart dangles and dances in whim
When a lover wants to just anxiously swim
When a growing stem needs actual trim

She is in prime with the real tasty fruits
In intoxication she dances with the shoots
When she sprouts all juice from the roots
So these are what are the real attributes

Oh, My love land lass embrace, ,embrace
Take my dignity and give me your grace
Let me take you from tip to toe,face to face
Let love follow beauty from pace to pace

Col Muhammad khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

#up #to #brim #fountain

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

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Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Joshua Dougan

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Poetry needs to be free, like a flowing river.
Free to follow the current or break apart.
However it can only be as free as the source.
Will this poem, or this river, grow and flourish the land or simply dry up before it reaches its potential?

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

The Waves

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Anna Banasiak

The Waves

I'm looking
at the slow ripple of time.
In the rhythms of the ocean
moving away into the past
The waves take our words
and cast into the abyss.
My soul is floating like a feather.
The darkness
absorbs the fears and anxieties.
Close my eyes.
Do you hear an echo of God
amidst the waves?

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Observation vs expectation

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Renae

Observation vs expectation

If there is only one thing
I am certain
If there is only one thing
I know for sure
It is that expectation
Postponed
Makes the heart break
What is better?
Observation?
How can I observe what I cannot see?
How can I know what is not
In front of me?
All I know is what is routine
If the routine stops
So does the expectation
Once that disappears
You are free

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Florida showers

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Ravanna Dee

Florida showers

Life is like the Florida weather.
You never know when a shower or downpour will occur.
But if you spend the whole time indoors,
avoiding what might happen,
you miss out on all the sunshine.

I've only spent a very tiny slice of time in Florida. Even so, I do remember how strange the weather was. How one second it was beautiful and gloriously sunny, and the next it would rain for nothing other than five minutes before stopping. I thought it a bit erratic, at the time. However, when I found myself thinking about it today I thought I might be able to find a way to write something for it. :)

#life #sun #rain #weather #florida #miss-out

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

By the Seaside

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

GM

By the Seaside

Think of me as a conch, listen and lean in close to the waves roaring trapped inside my mind.

GM

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Winter

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Doug Potter

Winter

I need to know
if you think of me;

winter is coming
and it often arrives
with unexplainable sorrow.

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

The Sun Will Rise

Dec 2016 Raul Zamarripa III

Buddy T

The Sun Will Rise

Things will start
and things will end,
but the world will continue to turn.
For there's always spring after winter
and winter will come again.

And even as our days on earth shorten
and we love our loves no more.
The days on the calendar will continue to fall,
and we will move on
and we will continue to live.

And even when our laughs seem to stop time,
and this moment doesn't seem to end.
The clock on the wall will continue to tick.
And our hearts will continue to beat,
until death.

But it's funny!
Even after death
and birth
and love
and hate, all in our hearts,

the sun will continue to rise.
And the world will turn
and the stars will shine
and the seasons will change
and our child's play will never change our constants.

because even when things start and things end, the world will keep spinning and the sun will still rise

#life #death #time #beginnings #endings #moving-on #childs-play #long-poem #constants