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 May 2016 S S
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Basslines
 May 2016 S S
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The soundtrack to life deserves the most wicked of baselines.
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 May 2016 S S
SøułSurvivør
two masks made
two masks sent
t'was a very strange event
one was clay
broken and rent
the other
rebar and cement

the concrete gave
a passing stare
had it's nose up in the air
the clay had runnels
lines of care
it was no longer
smooth and fair

yes
the clay had lines
and runnels deep
from the tears
which it did weep

the Hand which made both
tried the hearts
the concrete face
staid its cold art
the mask of clay
shattered apart

the concrete looked on
in destain
she would never feel pain

gently, gently
the great Hand tended
the cracked restored
and quietly
mended

what had been
weak clay and mesh
was renewed
and made
flesh

concrete had smiled
was now made small
for she saw
the
wrecking ball


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/16/2016
God resists the proud
but gives grace to the humble

Thank you my friends for your warm welcome back
I still can't be on site as much as I'd like
but will be here when I can

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 May 2016 S S
phil roberts
I have moved to a different drum
With odd and peculiar rhythms
Dancing awkwardly through life
On my two flat clumsy feet
It is not the way I chose
To step on innocent toes
But the wildness of my dance
Has had no easy flow
The blame lies entirely with me
It's a genetic thing, you see
I am no more than this
The son of the gypsy's kiss

                                By Phil Roberts
 May 2016 S S
Maggie Emmett
(for my brother, Martin)

I have sown the moon in the sky for you
so every night its there for you to see

I have stopped every clock from ticking time away
I have turned the tides back from the shore

I have stopped your world in blue belled Spring
and locked my in the falling leaves of Autumn

So now you can rewind the moments of the world
You can go back, to that one moment of choice

and never find the hose, nor set the engine deadly running
nor send those texts of fond farewells, to friends who looked away

nor write to me with love a comfort letter
for the dreadful loss.

No!
Just you:

the tufted, still blonde cowlick sticking up
the crinkled nose and cheeky smile
those sea blue eyes to drown in
strong brown arms, muscles flexed and toned
wrapped tight around me warm
and alive.


© M.L.Emmett
My brother killed himself on 26th April 2007.
 May 2016 S S
niamh
Break Free
 May 2016 S S
niamh
WIthin the shadows
Find what's true
Someone to hold
While they hold you.

Within the noise
Peace can be found
Crushed velvet rug
On stony ground.

When cold is all
That's in your soul
Strike the match
And stack your coal.

With eyes closed tight
You cannot see
You live in chains
And think you're free.

When on your own
Trust who you are
Never all alone
Under watchful stars.
For some reason the stars always mange to find a way into my poems :) must be my muse
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