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 Mar 2018 Solaces
Ashly Kocher
Life is made up of different colored lines
To represent different emotions we endure
The colored lines stay with their respective colors
Until they overlap each other
Showing how life intertwines depending on ones life pattern
Don’t be discouraged when your colors mix with one another
This just means life get crazy at times
But it shows your life patterns and ends up making a beautiful mixture of colors
Creating the end result of your journey through life
Reposting this because I absolutely love this piece and hope it reaches more people then when I originally posted.
The Devil himself

…..he read that online
mine poetry about poverty
that poverty was about
the grammar mistakes in many poems

the stupidity started chasing me
declared instantly me-moi as his enemy
his words, so absurd
a lunatic so terrific

I thought he could read poetry
but….I was mistaken....

my beloved one never knew
the alienating appearance of this blind male

I wrote about true poetry and its poverty
he associated with politics and its tactics

I thought he could read poetry
but….I was mistaken....

thought he ran the marathon
but....I was mistaken,

he was chasing me constantly,

God said to me: " Have never fear, Sylvia
I am with you all the time"

all my fears disappeared instantly

from far I heard the thunder
and I saw the brightest lightning
a man fell down shouting for help

on my way, I passed his burnt body
terrible smell of burnt blood
Hey! That was the one who was constantly chasing me
The devil himself with his poker face

Thank you, dear Lord,
you have helped me in Your Time....

that resonates with mine,
oh Lord, You are sublimest!


© Sylvia Frances Chan
Tuesday AD. The 20th February 2018-
@ 14.30 hrs P.M. West-European Time.

Sheer poetry 2018.  Hurray! © Sylvia Frances Chan
Copyright Protected. A parody poem.
dream of lilies,
blues and whites
in their little islands,
flower of the starlight,
flower of the water.
i love you with
all of my darkness
and all of my light
like a midnight flower
blossoming,

hinged like a door
i battle to reach you

i know only of our love,
i'm a blue mood and
a strange sea, weeping
in winter's silver frost,

your fiery legs
leave me longing
like a jealous cloud
longs to dream of
the night and hold
it as its own,

i'm crazy about your
legs, crazy, crazy,
crazy about your love,

and i melt as you kiss me
crazy jealous of your love.
my poem monet in winter has been published in a weekly newsletter for avocet magazine. you can get a copy by emailing the editor charlie on cportolano@hotmail.com it is also possible to subscribe to their quarterly magazine
"where love is.... a jealous girl
of the wind."

i.

falling like a leaf
that sings to the sky
the cresting wave
draws down,
the honey sea
a miracle of dance.

ii.

deep vision of blue,
caves of grey iron,
the waters pool,
drifting with the
icy wind.  

iii.

sharp vowel of
frozen earth,
the songful
depths of winter
sink like the seas,
the dark notes
of the clouds an
accent above the
vaulting hills.

iv.

i sink like the seas
before your love,
my knees trembling,
my legs aroused,

i am a storm that
gathers the
horizons of your
sky, burnt into the
honeycombs of
the wind full of
winter
song.

v.

the sky must sigh,
the wind whisper
to the sea; “take
me home.”

vi.

i see you and my
body melts, your
love the breath of
the sea, the magical
tides of the clouds.
my poem monet in winter has been published in a weekly newsletter for avocet magazine. you can get a copy by emailing the editor charlie on cportolano@hotmail.com it is also possible to subscribe to their quarterly magazine
 Dec 2017 Solaces
Angela Rose
One time I wrote a poem about you and it went viral
Now 6,000 people know you treated me like I was garbage
Now 6,000 people know how you hurt me without using your hands
Now 6,000 people are aware that you damaged my mental health more than anyone else
Now 6,000 people know that you made me cry every single day
Now 6,000 people felt my pain through my words
Now 6,000 people get to know that you did not lay a hand on me but still left me abused and scarred

One time I wrote a poem about you and it was so well received
Now 6,000 people support my every day struggle to stay strong
Now 6,000 people have shown love to me even though they do not even know my last name
Now 6,000 people are there for me in ways you never were
Now 6,000 people are able to talk about how they felt the way I felt and never want to feel those aches again
Now 6,000 people may have the courage to battle a villain like you
Now 6,000 people may be able to stand up to severe abuse like I finally was able to
Thank you all for giving me strength.
 Dec 2017 Solaces
Star BG
CAST
 Dec 2017 Solaces
Star BG
Cast your eyes to the fall sky.
Where golden clouds expand
to celebrate the moment
as leaves make a drifting tapestry.

Cast your eyes
to the winter sky.
Where winds drift with snowflakes
and breath can make you
remember your divinity.

Cast your eyes
to the spring sky.
Where sun anoints flowers to open
and songs echo behind birds wings
as one takes to dance.

Cast your eyes
to the summer sky.
Where rainbows drift and angels carry
wishes for all to be peaceful
as one walks sandwiched between earth and sky.

Yes cast your eyes upward,
to the beauties present.
FOR it is FROM there,
that love can be anchored
and bliss can culminate
WITH BREATH AND INTENTION.

StarBG © 2017
I heard Robin Williams speech about living life and when he said cast your eyes I knew I needed to write. LOL
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