A White paper flower for your paper crane
one drawn from the ground the other raised to the sky
Brighter than the snow
Liighter than the air
As hope grows
Message from beyond
The crane and the flower still exist
In memory and thought
But most of all,
eternally in spirit.
Pictures in the windows
A nod from the stars
Paper flowers smile up
At paper cranes
President Donald Trump
Believes himself to be
Like the Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt.
That he will be
The last president
Of the United States.
He will leave eventually office,
But he thinks that his regime will last forever.
Though I know that Trump has hist Fascist Groupies
Who would love to to make love to him
Just once in their lives,
I'm preparing for day
As well as everything he stands for
Will fade into Oblivion
By planting the seeds
For a more sensible,
Even if I never witness
The day when these seedlings grow
What is there when we all are gone?
What use comes from the greed-possessed wealth,
other than to please our current existence?
What hotel room will the rich reside in?
When they are in the land above,
and where among them will the poor men lay?
What was there for us to know?
When history reaped what it had sown,
and learnt it's lesson: only to forget again.
What is there beyond today?
A figment of time, life and space,
or an investment into the unknown place?
Life is the worst thing to have happened to me,
yet it is the best in every degree,
because without it I wouldn't be pondering the idea.
This love I feel for You...
And I feel it's so new...
Beyond the rising sun,
I see the endless space...
I see you smiling there,
Behind that veil of lace...
This feeling that I get...
And I know it's so true...
Stars in the sky dare you continue to shine?
Brighten the desert space they long forgot.
Abused by city lights that reflect grand outlines.
But upon forests and lakes no man has bought
Your skirted auroras I wish to be mine,
A better world you hold, we have long sought
In dreams the night that takes us away from here,
And we fly to a place that thrives not a fear.
© Molly Shore
Known and unknown
Charted and uncharted
Land and sea
One built to the ocean line
The other untouched and free
One made with patterns
Design and corners
The other is shapeless
Natural and irregular
The free form border that washes to and fro
And goes deep as death
Yet holds more life than me
Untouched and unscathed
It can never be owned by man
And he who tries to make his mark
Will have it washed away with the sand
I am the embodiment of your life
the shoulders of your deep sadness
the wrapped arms of your burden
the warmth of your coldness
the breath of your sighs
when you are near
to be living again
I'll sing my song for you
just for you with that refrain
in the midst of the night
will you not be so sad again
the rivers are overflowing
it's still monsoon-time, baby
where will we go with all these liquid
no scrupules, I'll fix it
I'll read you a poetry sublime
about the poet who writes about food
who never be hungry again
never have a grind
to break or crush the notes
please do never forget
I am the bottom of your bed
the handle of your doors
the candle of your fires
I am the embodiment
of your desires....
© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
When Sunset comes,
She floats above me,
But she is so far away I can never
Bring her into my world.
She only exists in my dreams.
She lives in Heaven,
In a beautiful dream world of her own.
How can I embrace her Soul,
And be with her in this place?
A ghost floating in my memories,
An Angel in a dream who my heart aches for.
How can I be with her?
I pray to God for only a moment in time,
To tell her I love her; I miss her, and we will be together soon.
I cry, to God
I want to die; my life is nothing,
Without holding my Angel in my arms,
I know as long as I live on earth,
I'll never hold another beautiful Soul,
I think of walking across a bridge,
Being hit by a cannon ball,
Less than a second, leaving this world,
But it will leave me cursed,
Cursed in Hell, living without her forever,
My true love,
Who, I miss more than anyone.
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