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 Mar 2013 Roberta Day
Klaus
Receding snowlines,
befuddled bark, emit the
breath deep in my lungs
 Mar 2013 Roberta Day
Klaus
A sickly saunduring sonnet.
Of silhouettes, & cartographic breaths

By dazed trudging SWIM wander to where meandering;staggered-thoughts last began. I once thought I had a plan.

Instead - this perpetual plateau
 Mar 2013 Roberta Day
Ben
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 Mar 2013 Roberta Day
Ben
two           pink          pills         float        me
head               above                 the                    endless                        clouds
i         sink               in           the        sky
Rua
Dearg,
Rua, roselet,
Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet
Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch
As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean
Torthaí agus adharc de neart,
Earthen meirge de pebbled cré
Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping
Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach
Faoi vastness Sahára
Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling
Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú
Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile,
Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe
Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta
Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath,
Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir
Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded
Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint,
Eclipsed ag do heavenly
Foirm, do lasair Vulcan
An tsolais.
Rua  ( Red )

Red,
Rua, roselet,
Hair of vine and scarlet
Grapes, drown me in your drink
Of lips, of wine, ruby, flesh of passion
Fruit and horn of plenty,
Earthen rust of pebbled clay
Draw me in as the water seeping
Into ancient aquifers, laden, hidden
Under the vastness of Sahara
Sands. I am a cloud of dream
Drifting, itching, edging along your rounded
Hills. Your ******* burn as I steam,
Your ears are for nesting doves
And your eyes, the sky is waiting, warring
With ocean, for its colour,
The wandering sun is a stranger
As it falls, ending each day, faded
As the gaseous giant of faint Antares,
Eclipsed by your heavenly
Form, your Vulcan flame
Of lumen rouge light.
 Feb 2013 Roberta Day
N23
As if
 Feb 2013 Roberta Day
N23
at any moment the reality that I have spent my life creating
will collapse into a thousand pieces, blanketing the ground
in fragments (of desires
that have lulled me to sleep at night with the hum of half-formed expectations)
only to be replaced with an undefinable hybrid emotion;

equal parts loss and anticipation.

I find my words inappropriately, overwhelmingly, unequivocally
inadequate
to describe something that could mean
everything &(or) nothing at all.

This is the way that you make me feel.
 Feb 2013 Roberta Day
JM
Searched for my virtue.
Wandered, found my vice instead.
Been there ever since.
 Feb 2013 Roberta Day
Tara Fear
I open my bottles,
They have sweet release,
Like finding love and inner peace,

So come, come find your release;
Let’s get high,
Get real and feel, the planets, the stars, the sky,

Spaced out, Crossing constellations,
Brake the moon, our ship, our stations,
Star struck lovers collide up high,
***** stop outs, in God’s eye.
 Feb 2013 Roberta Day
Julia
Writing poetry about breaking up is juvenile,
I know.
Maybe one day, I'll stop;
But that would require me fully moving on first.

I feel like the world's biggest stalker.
We haven't even spoken in 2 months,
Which is monumental
When you consider the fact that
You alone
Occupied my evenings
For a year and a half.

A strange phenomenon happens
Every time I search for you
Here on Hello Poetry.

What is it you ask?
It's a certain tingling sensation
That starts somewhere secret
And creeps up my spine
Until my whole self is covered in prickly goosebumps.

When the sheer sight of your name
no longer holds the ability to send chills down my spine,
My pathetic poems will stop.
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