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Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Happening

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Tom Orr

Weathered, waxy layer in wind and rain,
Droplets detour, dividing on the earthy ground.
Autumn peaks - the skeletal structure begins to emerge;
Crispy, frail webs of skin become brittle and break.

Released from the branchy cage,
The voyage begins with ebb and flow,
Rocking like a pendulum -
Momentum builds ceaselessly.

Time passes, and sand seeps
Through the hourglass,
Like droplets of glassy tears,
Shattering. Salty pools percolate
Through linen sheets.

Wind whittles aimlessly through
A boulevard of undergrowth.
The robin settles and observes,
Twittering sweet hymns
Amongst the wooden cathedrals.

A new leaf is turned.
The renaissance of Autumn awaits another year.

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

BEYOND THE MOUNTAIN'S WHISPER

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Whiskurz

BEYOND THE MOUNTAIN'S WHISPER

Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a land where dreams are grown
Where the seeds of hope are planted
And the wishes in life are sown

It's guarded by children's laughter
Where nightmares are cast aside
A place where darkness fades away
And the sun refuses to hide

Where way up high beyond the clouds
The garden of smiles is found
Where all of our happy endings
Are lying on top of the ground

A place that's neither here nor there
For it's simply in between
A land that only a few will find
A place that's seldom seen

Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a place where tears are banished
A land where hopes and dreams are grown
When all your cares have vanished

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Me

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Whiskurz

Me

I write to find my inner peace
A place the world can't see
It's inbetween the wrong and right
The deepest part of me

I write to to find a little relief
To write my pain away
Life's too hard to hold it in
There's things I need to say

I write to find compassion
To calm my inner being
I write of things important to me
The things that you're not seeing

I write to tell a story of hope
To all who's lost their way
I write to turn the darkest night
Into the brightest day

I write for many reasons
But to tell you honestly
The truest reason I write each day
I write because of me

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

THIS IS FOR EVERYONE, BUT SOMEONE IN PARTICULAR. BY THAT, I MEAN YOU.

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Tim Knight

THIS IS FOR EVERYONE, BUT SOMEONE IN PARTICULAR. BY THAT, I MEAN YOU.

When we got back together for the first time, in that
field after Christmas,
I still remember the cold.
Although warm from chasing a dog,
white as snow,
I was cold.
Winter’s air whipped against my cheeks
and you were there on the phone.
It was cruel.
He was sent to the abattoir
and we were happy.
And now you say you like men in denim jackets
and thick rimmed glasses.

Sorry my eyes are perfect. Sorry I like practical coats for the winter. Sorry I am not ginger.

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Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Ancients Sleep

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Marian

Ancients Sleep

I love the Winter's beauty the snow on the ground and the frozen creek,
In Spring and Summer I treasure it and in Winter it I seek,
The snow covered boughs hang to the snow-covered ground;
Silently the snow falls without a sound.

The mountain behind the trees is snow-covered too,
The sky is a reflected white instead of royal blue,
Numerous trees are covered in ice and snow,
Their branches are so heavy with snow and ice they hang low.

It is so beautiful I begin to cry,
Out of my mouth I heave a crying sigh,
The trees in Spring and Summer have a little peep,
Before they go again to sleep in snow wherefore they call it the Ancients Sleep.

~Marian~

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

My Friend

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Marian

My Friend

I have a little friend who lives far away,
In lands far away she lives from yesterday until today,
She is a fairy with satin wings;
And with a lovely voice forever she sings!

She always thinks kindly of me,
Even though each other we cannot see,
I love her and she loves me;
And friends forever we shall be!

~Marian~

I wrote this poem for my friend, Tatiana! I hope that she'll finally undertsand her poems are just as good as anybody's here and special in a different way none of us compose poems like everyone else or we'd all know what we would be writing and it would take the pleasure of writing away from us but instead we write different ways that way we can find all kinds of styles we like!

Wonderful days of magic and adventure for my good friend Tatiana!

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Step Inside My Mind

Nov 2012 Ruby Watson

Anon C

Step Inside My Mind

Housing thoughts that so often incite
a sick sort of darkness, that may cause one to shy away
so all these thoughts are for you that I write
so you can walk amongst my dreams and view the decay
feeling the need for you to see every corner of my mind
and were you to decide to turn and run far from me
you can before it is too late, lest to my darkness be confined
this allows the ability to avoid all this that is my insanity riddled with debris

There is of course a light within my darkness as well
for every Yin there is a Yang or so I hear
therefore on darkness I will not always dwell
hopefully this can alleviate any fear
and reassure that there also lies hope and love within my soul
a lot of which by you is often times inspired
basking in so much light, releasing me from despair's control
it is these things about you I have always admired

So please, take a stroll down the many paths my mind holds
I will hope they are not too overwhelming as they begin to unfold