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 Jun 2012 Ricknight
Alia Sinha
Young child with your doughnut smile,
Your cockiness and native guile,
Here's some stuff with an 'S' to look out for
A smallish list to even the score,
In what you'll know is an unfair life:

Sufficient knowledge of Machiavellian strife,
Scissored words to cut the crap,
String and sticks to lay your traps,
Shell to listen to when adults blare,
Stone to polish whilst they glare,
Sleekly concealed hiding places,
Several artless piteous faces,
Sack to carry your thievings well,
Starched hankie for its awesome smell,
Salve to nurse your nascent pride,
Style enough to say "I lied",
Sharp pin in shoe-toe to kick any creeps,
Soles of rubber for super-huge leaps,
Some allies of similarly toughened mien,
Strong butter-toffees to keep the allies keen,
Stories of your devious plans to pass the time...

Since i'm tired now of trying to rhyme
This is where i leave you, small human being
Find the **** things and smash the adult fiends,
And when you're done, just wait for me
Next time we'll look at things with a 'T'.
 May 2012 Ricknight
Alex Apples
Showers of droplets
Break in sparks
On moonlit glass
Their wintery shine
Mirrored to a gaze
Spears of ice
Melting in the night
Trailing windows
With silver beads
(c) 2010 Alex Newman
mark this for turn of hope or choice or chance
that when we rise our hearts to joy are turned
instead of knowing that our work had earned
such tiny wages but the real advance
we did not realize nor yet enhance
those ways in which the greater fires burned
but did not eat up all of those who yearned
to set their feet free in the happy dance
now we have given you our honest word
and you fall silent it is not enough
that you do nothing to prevent our walk
along the forest path where golden bird
is seen at sunset matters not so tough
must in the end be subjects of your talk
 May 2012 Ricknight
Glenn McCrary
From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed
Distinct your voice ever so grand
From the moment we shook hands
Upon your palms illusive strands
Blending with such beckoning lips
From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed
 May 2012 Ricknight
DeeDeeK
when I dream
it is of you - not of him
not of past loves, or those I thought
were love

your dreams
are of her - faded distant long-ago times
even though she
broke your heart

which breaks mine anew
Could I perhaps marry a poem?
Run away with the letters
Far from home
Used words that only express the truth
Could I would that be absurd?
Place my life on the line
Put it in a certain order not to be unkind
Could I write a Tanka and structure it differently
That would be wrong
What if I wrote a love sonnet and filled it with hate
That would be callous
But now it’s too late
 May 2012 Ricknight
G Fairbairn
Curve, a folly
crown upheld
endings beginnings
illusion felt.
Seconds,  a flash
fear trembling
splash
tendrils weave airless
skies purple bleed.
Caverns dark
light-less trance
innocence spilled
vengeance demise
Ghost Being
   Shapeless  
gather  
mocking laughing
sneering betrayal
courage subsides
Hell hails
victory cry.
Cards dealt choices
frozen in time
horizon-less
mist  
memory ply.
 May 2012 Ricknight
G Fairbairn
heart dormant
riding  
forest green
inspiring;
soul seeking
openings
in vain
searching
spaces hollow
ridden  disdain;
light fading
belief remains
wishing prevalent
keep on
discovering
well of tame
delight
dreaming
hoping
tomorrow invite
new  insight.
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