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 Oct 2015 Sadie
MsAmendable
It's hard to be young,
Fumbling thoughts
Clumsy fingers,
Too old to be fun;
Too young to have a 'real' opinion
And the ******* opposite ***
And thank-you, irrelevant stressful classes.
Really.
 Oct 2015 Sadie
MsAmendable
A honey-wax candle, dusty on the shelf,
With a wick so white and naïve.
It's sweet flame and dusky embers never licked,
For on a shelf it sits, unlit.
It never had burnt down
To ash, but its sweet golden crown
Sits safe on a dusty shelf.
 Oct 2015 Sadie
MsAmendable
Yin yang
 Oct 2015 Sadie
MsAmendable
If day is life
And night is death-
Then what is dawn or dusk?
The death of death will dawn,
But life goes on and on
 Oct 2015 Sadie
Nancy E Tracy
A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness in the wood

He sings to cheer his solitude
With sweet sounds noone's ever heard




"In His Land of Dreams"
 Oct 2015 Sadie
Babu kandula
Greatest things will suffer hardest criticsm

And Rest all is history
 Oct 2015 Sadie
Redshift
chew toy
 Oct 2015 Sadie
Redshift
my cousin always gets a new puppy when the last grows up incorrectly:
misbehaving while she's gone,
wrecking home and belongings.

that is how you feel
no, not special or an isolated circumstance
don't bloat yourself on the idea that you are unique to me --
you are every other boy who thinks with his ****
every other boy who seemed playful and innocent
and grew to destroy home and belongings...

this arm belongs to me, this breast
this neck
these thighs
you wreck every one
smiling in your play

i do discard you,
but not before you damage me...
and there is always another
ahead.
 Oct 2015 Sadie
Marian
In a dreamy woodland
There's a cottage just for me
And it's waiting there now
Beside a peaceful stream
Where quiet maples grow
And deer are not afraid
Where mushrooms grow in sweet silence
And sunlight glistens amongst the leaves
There's an enchanted cottage
Hidden in those shady woods
Where running cedar
And lady ferns intertwine
Where tears never fall
From any eye
That is where my secret abode
Is found in shadowy canopy
Of sun-dappled trees
Where dewdrops passionately kiss
The demure bluebells
Where breezes whisper
Through tall, swaying pines
And rustle ancient autumn leaves
From many seasons ago
Where time stands still
And woodland fairies dance
Where willow harps are played
Echoing in dreamy breezes
Through the trees and dancing through the air
Waltzing with the butterflies
Touching the lemon citrus sun
With fingers of gold
And spring days bygone
That's where you'll find me
Dreaming riparian
Scent of petrichor
Healing my soul
In summer woodland yonder

*~Marian~
Written: September 3, 2015, Around Midnight.
Hope You All Enjoy It!!! :)
 Oct 2015 Sadie
Pablo Picasso
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars
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