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Oct 2016 S S

Zz Sorrowful

Oct 2016 S S

Seán Mac Falls

Zz Sorrowful

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*My tears fall like leaves
In windy autumn she left
Old oaks cry with me

#love #haiku #sadness #sorrow

Oct 2016 S S

Life of Roaches

Oct 2016 S S

The Dedpoet

Life of Roaches

Bottom feeder.
He looms under tables
Awaiting sloppy eaters.

At midnight
Scurrying about
With buddies in tow.

Fast paced,
Head too small for his body,
Sneaky fella.

In the kitchens
Of single men,
He feasts.

Hidden from the world
He speaks secretly,
Awaiting midnight snackers.

#dedpoet

Oct 2016 S S

The Pilot

Oct 2016 S S

Sjr1000

The Pilot

Like a plane in the
fog
looking for a place to
land
Like a man in a
homeless shelter listening for the rapture
A pelican on a pier
eyeing his next meal
the last apple on a
tree all ready
to fall

Remember I started with blue
skies in front of me
I studied my flight plan well
I knew I'd be landing

I knew for sure
it wasn't going to be hell
I always tried to do so well,
focusing in on innocence
when ever I was able to

But there are failures of compass
The phantom captain takes
a nap

The instruments may keep on
saying you're right on track
But
the only trust I have is
in the Northern Star
and in Mars high
in the sky.

It seems impossible
to be so lost

Like a plane in the
fog
looking for somewhere
to land.

Like a woman working tables
until two a.m.
Her fitness app keeps saying
a hundred years this shift

The fuel is evaporating
The miles to go before zero
keeps hopping

Like a whale without a culture
no one to talk to
The sky is a 300 mile high
air ocean
I thought I was free
to get from here to there

Like a window with a view
of a brick wall

Phoenix in the summer
A tsunami on dry land
A river without a name
A cougar and no game

Like a lover whose left
and no way to find their name

So many aspects of this life
Departures and arrivals
a one way ticket

There is a great darkness
out in the distance
I know it's getting closer
but
I keep on drifting

Like a plane in the fog
looking for a place to land.

A nod to Leonard

Oct 2016 S S

Nectar of Night

Oct 2016 S S

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Nectar of Night

Heavy chested I breathe
as the moon whitewashes the night.

The season is changing
and in the wind is the vapor of hyacinth
in the thick of which
the glowworms drink the nectar of night.

They have no philosophy and I have many
like while they dance just for the sake of life
my mind enveloped in obscurity
has shackled my feet and clipped my wings.

I wonder if the glowworms have a mind
that knows when they dance
they have an audience.

Maybe the stars know the same way
when they twinkle.

Oct 2016 S S

Mountains and Moonlight

Oct 2016 S S

Seán Mac Falls

Mountains and Moonlight

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The valley sleeps but I cannot, I sit upon a rock,
So weary from all my days of toil and thought,
The moon's light caresses you, mighty one—
River will soon carry me down, and you will rise.

Oct 2016 S S

This Hour of Miracles

Oct 2016 S S

Lora Lee

This Hour of Miracles

On the other side
of perfect
between the golden
silky lines
is the mirrored world
we live in
where ties
don't always
            fully bind
they unravel
at the seams
get frayed
so rough and broken
as the blood and sweat
and screams
replace the words
of love unspoken
and we all have
a place for fake
for presentation,
a kind of lie
but the truth
snaps us awake
as we choose to live
or perhaps to die
Yes, some of us
might disintegrate
in the wake of
destruction's wrath
not seeing for the
      blindness
that pain causes
on the path
for we forget
             that light
inside us
in our darkest
stings of wounds
we forget how
           high voltage wavelengths
reside within
the numbness
that consumes
and once reflection
melts the glass
and throws self-hate
into the fire
this is the hour
of miracles
of faintest stains
that take us higher
our deepest inner
whispers
that roll discreetly
through our veins
rumbling humbly
between heartbeats
that push the
bloodflow pumping,
igniting sparks
inside our brains
and whilst my heart
is battle-shattered
it quickens up in pace
as I electrify myself
and to the heavens
                turn my face
let the wild sunset
bathe my soul in
shades of shocking blue
for after every
combat encounter
I rise again
              anew

Hante "The Storm" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9oIK7Dqf7I

#love #innerbattles #risingabove #innervictory

Oct 2016 S S

A Voice

Oct 2016 S S

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

A Voice

To give my musings wings,
To set my poetry free,
Is more than enough for me.

To give a little honest piece of me
to thee, is the only way that I can truly be, the me, that I was born to be.

Through the written word,
I give my soul a voice,
I have to, I really have no choice,

My inner-light shines constantly,
daily, nightly, and uncontrollably.

My visions, in alphabetical form,
reside deep inside my mind,
this is where they are born,

They yearn for their release,
my soul is now free
to continue to breed
with my mind - together,
poems they conceive.
Found hidden,
or in plain-sight,
in my poetry,
is what I truly believe!

Soul expression is a must,
If I were held back
I would deteriorate - my soul
would simply combust;
in this, you can trust!

By Lady R.F ©@016