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 Sep 2017 Richard
Abbi
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I suppose it's better that way.
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So I wouldn't try to say "Hey"
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A hole grows larger in my heart.
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This is absolutely tearing me apart.
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I'm sustained by the memories I keep.
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And by the dreams that haunt me in my sleep.
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I hope you're doing alright.
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And that someone is appreciating you, holding you tight.
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If you all enjoyed this one, I urge you guys to check out my other poetry, as this one to myself is good but I'm much more proud of some of my others. Thank you all so much for your support and kind words. Glad you all could relate as I just wrote how I felt.
 Sep 2017 Richard
Rumi
In the orchard and rose garden

I long to see your face.

In the taste of Sweetness

I long to kiss your lips.

In the shadows of passion

I long for your love.



Oh! Supreme Lover!

Let me leave aside my worries.

The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.



By Allah!

I long to escape the prison of my ego

and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.



These sad and lonely people tire me.

I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.



I’m sick of mortal kings.

I long to see your light.

With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.



You are the Essence of the Essence,

The intoxication of Love.

I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.
 Sep 2017 Richard
Lyn-Purcell
Don't let the rotten world
rob you of good
apples.
The world is horrible, yes. But it still has its beauty.
 Sep 2017 Richard
PaperclipPoems
Watch her
She will leave. Just as fast as you can blink
Watch her
She will leave. Despite what you may feel or think.
Catch her
If you can. She will fade with every breath
Catch her
If you care. She will be your worst regret.
 Jul 2017 Richard
Matthew Goff
Sunshine girlfriend
Held her hand through the blonde waves of the afternoon
Daytime explosion
The warmth of her clothing
It’s sensual sunlight
©
 Jul 2017 Richard
Francie Lynch
I wish to age like a wrap-around porch
In a thunder storm,
While generations tell tales,
Sipping drinks.
A porch of blinking stars,
A shelter out of rain,
With ascending and descending friends.

I will age like a tree,
Grow stronger in the wind;
Give shade and shelter to all
Beneath my ring-aged limbs.

I wish to age as a river bends,
Contiguous with all shores;
Floating everyone I know
On eternal waters,
A current winding with no rest.

I will age like a star,
Burning bright, giving light,
Something to reach for.

I wish to age like a mountain,
With secret caves and riches.
And you can rock your soul
Around, over or through,
Solid, snow-capped summit,
Beckoning you.

I will age as the moon,
In stages, full and new;
Each night different,
Unnoticeable fading,
As all who age will do.
Thank you all very much for your thoughtful, insightful and kind comments. It's a wonderful surprise and honor to be chosen for the daily, as there are so many **** good poems written by the poets here every day. And especially a sleeper like "I Will Age." I guess it's a lesson to be learned. Thanks again to everyone, and especially to Hello Poetry for giving us this marvelous opportunity to publish.
Peace to All.
Francie
 Jul 2017 Richard
Mateuš Conrad
my my,
what a great "hangover" cure,
a kiwi,
            several blackberries,
several strawberries
  several raspberries,
   several blueberries, infused
                      with coconut milk.

there's a name for these butterflies,
these so-called lolitas,
   the awakened ones -

siusiu-majtki* -
            
            meaning?

                           ****-pants -

strange how the genitals mature
quicker than the brain -

thankfully my first encounter
with a french girl from
   grenoble -
    and she was two years older than
me...

we were both ****** to a numb-skull,
and while being ****** (drunk)
she at least acknowledged me
                       with: put on a ****** -
half dreamy half drunk.

p.s.
i have to admit, when performing oral
***,
      i imagined two things:
looking at an exfoliating bud of a rose,
while slurping down an oyster.
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