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Blair Gowrie Jun 2017
Sometimes I like to sit in the shade
On a park bench, watch the ducks on parade,
In a long line, smoothly swimming somewhere,
Causing hardly a ripple as they move here and there,
And gliding so gracefully, supercilious swans,
Plucking at grass from newly mown lawns,
See the flowers in bloom in yellows and reds,
Artfully arranged in bright flower beds,
The bees buzzing busily as they do their day’s work,
Hear the pigeon wings flap and the little birds chirp,
With trees in the background, every size, every shape,
Their reflections outlined in the shimmering lake,
The leaves multi-coloured in orange, brown and green,
Creating a sublimely harmonious scene,
All this, and the sun’s rays caressing the ground,
Tell me it’s heaven on earth that I’ve found.

From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
is a familiar phrase
we like to flaunt
    especially
when we would like to utter a complaint
    about contemporary grievances
    god and the world & cetera

in doing so
we keep good company
from Socrates to Livius
    to Shakespeare, Goethe, Emerson,
    Whitman, Fitzgerald, Hurston, Vonnegut,
     Morrison, Angelou, Nabokov, etc.

I guess this is because
the times like these
are always those
in which we live
Elle Sang May 2017
Teruntukmu Kirana...
Entah harus kemana aku mencari
Kau bagai hilang dalam kelam.

Kirana,
Apa kabarnya dirimu?
Andai kau berbicara padaku
Aku kini berkawan sunyi.

Kiranaku,
Kapan kau nampak lagi?
Aku bosan memandang malam.
agnes Mar 2017
for there were three times
i had spoken lies to you
first, when i crashed in to your window at night
second, when i jumped away from you
and the last one, when i created the galaxy with you
Tiffany Moton Dec 2016
come vibe with me
between the sheets
lost hands searching for the sweet
spot--moving to a melody of hot sighs and
heavy breaths
pull me in closer
tight to your chest

&

trace your fingertips
through the valley
of my thighs and the curve of my hips;
i
mold myself around you
       slow down to take it all in;
i
fold myself around you
feel the fire in my kiss
when i stroke your stiff neck
then press it to my lips


(come vibe with me, babe
when you need to unwind
   --the pleasure is all mine.)
Lucca Roberto Sep 2016
Keep my change of heart
Tell them to leave my bed
I don't need it anymore
I don't think it's time
No, I don't think it's time
to begin the spiteful intentions
Leave those for another day
Today, just sit back
The world is burning right before
my eyes
It's beautiful, trust me
Fires never really burn like this
But today, I see everyone's smiles
Melting off their fragile masks
into grey ash where
they all once stood
lying their
lifeless lives away.
Anna Mosca Aug 2016


the littlest
month coming
but I wished it stuffed

with all colors of peace
gratitude and smiles of
understanding a cold drink
can be sweet in silence
savored limbs stretched

infinite beauty my
thoughts a pillow
come lay with me
www.annamosca.com

This poem belongs to the collection of the California Notebooks 01
Elena Jul 2016
Decir:
te extrañé  te quiero  chulo
no será suficiente

decir:
eres mar que inunda mis espacios
el beso del tiempo suspendido

no será suficiente

ser:
la musa azul  ******  la altar
y todas las demas musas
a su vez o por separado
no será suficiente

no importa cuanto lo ames
siempre tendrá una historia alterna donde sufra

nunca te enamores de un poeta
por más amor que des       provoques

tiene prohibida la palabra amor
esos putos no saben amar
                                   le dirán nada a tanto
                                                          *y tanto a sus putas
ausencias.
Este poema es obra de Buba Alarcón, poeta mexicana contemporánea.
Anna Mosca Jun 2016


I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field

careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful

as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close

around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near

enough for our dull spirit

to remember a note
or two
www.annamosca.com

This poem is part of the collection of California Notebooks 01
Elle Sang Apr 2016
Terkadang raga ini lelah melangkah
Berjalan tanpa tahu pasti kemana
Apakah akan singgah sebentar di sudut itu
Atau mungkin akan berhenti di pelabuhan timur
Malam itu aku tertatih
Menahan perih dan luka
Tanpa ada satupun yang sadar
Dalam hati mengumpat watak manusia yang acuh
Namun aku juga manusia
Aku.. manusia yang tak akan pernah berhenti belajar
Walau harus merajut asa dalam sakit
Ditemani oleh temaram lampu kota aku menari
Hingga raga ini tak sanggup
Dan jiwa ini hilang dibawa angin malam
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