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 Jul 2017 bex
Mike Hauser
I know some of you won't understand
But I really loved the man
Closer than a brother and
More than a true friend

With a sparkle in his eyes
Spoke the truth amongst the lies
Spread the word throughout his life
Knew the goal, saw the prize

Steps of courage in his walk
Words of wisdom in his talk
Godly counsel always sought
Knew the reason to the cost

Always stood for what was right
Always strived for the best in life
Most of the time you would find
Him with the weary spending time

Now do you understand
Why it was I loved the man
Closer than a brother and
More than a true friend
Thinking of my mentor and friend who passed away a couple good years back...we shall meet again!
 Jul 2017 bex
onlylovepoetry
did not know her when she was miniskirts and high heels,
before she converted to the one true religion of
poetry & yoga

some stray dog thots raveling in a pack
cross the not-even-6am brain that alternates tween
new day Adam apple crumb crisp and
distracting lascivious Eve ones

I,
would have loved you same back then,
no different than now

I,
write in different styles
under so many pseudonyms,
but it is the same man

I,
who crawls into bed nightly with
great expectations and a list of salutations
to wake you up and commence writing how

I,
love your poetic yoga-toned long legs
snaking between mine
while I imagine them in miniskirts and high heels
which is a long way round of saying

You,
alone, my darling forever young one,
are my
one true religion...
inspired by C.A.

7/3/17 S.I. noon
 Jul 2017 bex
wordvango
say with
 Jul 2017 bex
wordvango
tensile strong the steel
feminine softness the real
picture first a garden
row upon row
green and fertile
making new
say with colors like the
people holding hands
in the city brown the heavens
looking down
judge
as they do
paint as any Picasso
a soft brush letting
it be real
 Jul 2017 bex
wordvango
some have their reality
their biases their preconceptions
and I was once a fool
who convinced himself
of certainties
when it came calm and the thunder
a sky blue    
screamed to me
from
the sides
the hidden
inside flowers
and the puffy clouds
sang a chorus
and the flat ground I hovered over saw
that it was round
and on the other side this sphere
I used my power
to consider
my concepts metamorphised
and  up was no more certain
and I opened  
the Bible the Tao
and rearranged
the priorities
of my fears
closed my arms around a vision
hugged and no more feared
my ego having
to be perfect
i sang with
animals among the clouds
just wandering free
and clear
I am barefoot now
 Jul 2017 bex
Lora Lee
words fell
    like broken
        glass
                from
your lips
                onto
bloodstained
                       carpet
lacerations
              searing your
bruised heart,
      transplanting
              its jagged rips
into mine
  beats sharply feathered
like injured
                wings,
angel eyes
   pigmented my color,
    blinded by a
cool sheen
hiding behind
                 tears
You are but a child,
young fresh entity
yet know the weight
of heavy
    and suddenly
nothing else
       matters
only your light
in my world,
however
         dark you get
nothing material
can fix it and I will
stop it all
to press
the button
          of time
and give
you
the
       world
for my son
 Jul 2017 bex
Gidgette
I sit in a constant state of drunken stupor
Watching the celestial gloaming of blooming eternity
Haunting the dead with songs of the living
And I am neither nor,
I mourn for heart beats lost to clocks
There is no keeping up for me
Time evades
Still
And stolen
Dried flower blooms long ago gone grey and colourless
mark calender pages and  birthdays never known~A
I'm in love with you. I've gone bat **** crazy and that's ok. I quit my country club job and my escort job. Bet not many of you knew what I was. It matters not. Stella is well. She finally stopped crying for her absent father. And for the first time in my odd and long life, I smile once in a while;)
Oh, and I still can't sleep.
 Jul 2017 bex
Kurt Carman
NINETEEN
 Jul 2017 bex
Kurt Carman
Remembering the 19 Granite Mountain Firefighters we lost 4 years ago - I wrote this one for the boys - RIP


We walk together through scorched ravines.

Cutting paths through ashen yellowed undergrowth.

Beads of perspiration, our faces flushed,

The gusting wind embraces us as if to hold us back from completing our objective.



Six minutes of Safety our mission, premise clear,

We attack the fire with grit & opposing force.

Smoldering vegetation extinguished beneath our feet

And a Jack Rabbit makes his move to escape the approaching flames.



And in the distance, the Demon ‘Fire’ & his accomplice ‘shifting winds’ plan their conspiracy,

They look down upon there victims with malicious contempt.

Hands clenched as if to enjoy their fatal actions….

And with swift exploit they entrap the men.



As the men peer through the flames they see what seems to be Angels on the Horizon.

And they arrive to carry off their heroes to paradise.

Making their way through the Milky Way……. past Jupiter & Mars,

Bound for a place called “The New Jerusalem”.



A welcoming carpet of stars marks their arrival and the Son shone bright!

And as they approach the city, their smiling faces are welcomed by oceans of loved ones & friends afar.

No more tears, no more pain, no more worries…only happiness abounds

Because the hotshots from Granite Mountain have arrived home, safe and sound.
 Jul 2017 bex
wordvango
I used to see in white puffy clouds
Mickey mouse
sometimes imagined
the view of a dog or
a reflection of
the map of Grenada
I was so stupid
but something happens when it turns darker
up there in the sky
it now becomes *******
which seems more often
and so
I see Thor and Poseidon
tag teaming Athena
climaxing in
lightning and a loud roar
and the sweat from their adventures and writhing pours
all down the side of my face
my shirt gets wet
and goosebumps shiver
all over
my breast
I seem to have lost
all innocence
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