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 Oct 2016 RuNe
Mike Adam
Only the moon
Defines our day
With orbit

Only sunshine
Allows our life

Only our ***
Creates our people

Only your love
Made me whole

Now moon drifts away
3.87 centimetres
Each year

The night shall stretch
And die

You left
All at once

Only I cry
I cry
I cry
 Oct 2016 RuNe
Sjr1000
Of all the places
she sought to hide
She only found one
safe place inside
in dancing images
where the poetry
resides.
 Oct 2016 RuNe
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
life can lift you up it can bring you down

it can make you smile then change it to a frown

it can give you love then take it all away

leave your heart in pieces turn your world to grey.



you just never know what your life will do

one day your are happy next day you are blue

it has no prediction what will come your way

you have to live your life living day by day.
 Oct 2016 RuNe
Sean Hunt
We will all be forgotten, of this there is no doubt, though we live as if a world without us could not exist.  We grossly over-exaggerate our importance, arrogantly and drastically overestimating our relevance to the orbit of all the planets and galaxies, and living beings surrounding us.

How many years will your memory remain
in the minds of men and women?

Put your self in perspective.  Reflect on how forgettable you are.

Stars and tears all disappear

Sean Hunt
 Oct 2016 RuNe
Jellyfish
I feel sick inside,
I still want you by my side...
 Oct 2016 RuNe
Jellyfish
I do sing for you
Even now
The sky is blue
I remember you
I want to call you
To ask if you'd like to meet
Before I go back to the sand-filled
Place on the other side of the nation
Where I'm living now.
But I cannot.
So I'll lay my phone down next to my pillow
And continue sleeping; bitter filled dreaming
 Oct 2016 RuNe
Dhaye Margaux
Kung ikaw ay isang senador,  ano ang hakbang mo
Paano mo aalamin para malaman ang totoo
At kung alam mo na, isisiwalat mo ba ito
Kung ang madidiin ay isang kaibigan mo

Kung ikaw ay isang mambabatas,  ano kaya ang gagawin
Kapag nalaman ang totoo,  paano ito sasabihin
Kung ang kaibigan o pamilya ang siya namang madidiin
O patutunayan **** ang batas ay nababaluktot mandin

Kung ikaw ay isang mamahayag,  paano ka magsasalita
Doon ka ba sa totoo o kung saan ka may mahihita
Lalo na kung nais mo ring sumikat sa pagbabalita
Basta ba may narinig ka'y isisiwalat mo sa madla

Kung ikaw ay isang pari o kaya'y pastor ng simbahan
Ang puso mo ba ay malapit sa taong naghandog sa 'yong kawan
Utang na loob mo ba ang iyong isasaalang-alang
Dahil ang kawan na hawak mo ay kaniyang natulungan

Paano mo ihahayag kung ikaw ay isang ****
Sa mga kabataang sa harap mo'y nakaupo
Naghihintay ng liwanag,  ng dunong na isusubo
Kung ano ba ang nais mo sa kanila'y ituturo

Kung ikaw ang presidente,  makakaya mo bang lahat
Ang sugpuin ang problemang sa nuno pa natin nag-ugat
Ibababa mo na lang ba ang ngalan ng Pilipinas
Upang laging mayrong tulong sa ibang bansang ngayo'y sikat

Kung ikaw na karaniwang mamamayan na tulad ko
Nag-iisip,  nangangarap ng mabuti sa bayan mo
Ang makita sa 'sang sulyap, paniniwalaan ba ito
O pag-aaralang mabuti kung totoo ang narinig mo

Tayong lahat ay malaya,  malaya kang magpahayag
Malaya kang maniwala kung kanino ka mahahabag
Kung kanino magagalit, kung sino ang nililiyag
Ngunit isipin mo sana ang bukas ng ating mga anak.
Paano nga kaya?
 Oct 2016 RuNe
Matthew Harlovic
i love her tender,
i hold her tinder
i told her as her
cylinder smoldered
keep the cinder.

© Matthew Harlovic
 Sep 2016 RuNe
Jose Gonzalez
I am a traveler commuting on life's rails,
going station to station.
Disembarking at different destinations,
each time spent differently.
The car can be claustrophobic with passengers,
suffocating me in anxiety.
Other times, just a few of familiar faces,
friends, families, locals, daily riders.
Some talking, of life, nonsense, all or nothing,
each making their way.
There are times of light, above ground and of sun,
the rest tunneled, falsely lit, dark.
The sights of open land, buildings, and of the day,
the faces of love, hurt, hurried and grind.
Day in Day out this cycle goes on,
different,yet the same.
I am part of this mass exodus to get somewhere,
yet my commute is my own.
At times I arrive with many at the platform
bustling towards their tasks.
Trains for life come and go, expresses to locals,
roaring with noise, movements, purpose.
However, there are times i am the only one there,
Occasional train, in silence, alone.
Those are the days that my commute seems fruitless,
leaving me to wonder,
Have I just been passing it all by?

© J.L.Gonzalez75 09/2016
* this is a rough edit... am not a poet, but just write.
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