The Lonely Bard Apr 13

I hoped that she will improve now,
Instead she's on a downward curve.

She got out of one LDR back at that time,
Only to fall into a longer one with him.

Haryana is closer to Punjab if compared,
Mauritius is so distant for another LDR.

My HP Poem #1498
©Atul Kaushal
AD Fox Spirit Apr 7

I was kissed by an angel,
She blessed me, and left me with this,
No longer am I in danger.

I cannot dismiss this gently kiss,
Soft plump lips blessing me with the taste of honey-due,
It has left me with this memorable bliss.

Inhaled to much of her scent,
Leaving me intoxicated and madly enchanted.

She pulled me out of the abyss,
And never forgot to pull me back out, when I slipped back in,
This feeling she leaves me with, I will miss.

My dear angel I only had you for a short while,
But I have already been bewitched by all of you.

Your kiss left me breathless.

I am too tired to live on,
The memories are bitter.

I am so tired to love on,
Karma is a stinkin' thin'.

I am far more interested in death,
As I live a ghoulish life in loneliness.

My HP Poem #1474
©Atul Kaushal

Dear rainstorm you are most comfortably mine
Like the only thing I truly own in this world
You fall without effort and land with ease
You represent the way of falling in which I should be
Direct, inline, yet flexible
Fearless and fast whilst in between the earth and sky
Like a middle ground which quickly descends into inevitability
So my life is as short as a rainstorm in the summertime
But I will crack my thunder and lightning each night
To illumliminate the sky for a time
Just for a moment on this earth
I'll shine most bright

And the rain came down... So peacefully.
Sean Scribbles Mar 31

The power of the mind is not eternal
It is not fixed, but it is fickle and it will unwind in due time

But for the betterment of others
For the expression of the self
And for all things good, most honest, pure and kind

For these things my son develop the power of your mind
That way your body, heart and head may align

One day
Arlene Corwin Mar 25

Alice Is In Wonderland

Alice got sick.

A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.

Don’t know how, don’t know why,

(We never know how, why we’ll die).

Bad and sad for doggies

And for those who hold them dear.

The vet urged she be put to sleep -

It had gone far.

It went in seconds. Not a peep

From Alice, just one beat, a bleep

And she was gone;

A little soul taken in hand

By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.

Alice is in Wonderland.

Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Ode to a dead doggy - a dear doggy.
Ninah Dau Mar 23

for so long
i pushed the last morsels of my wounded heart
on my tasteless mouth to chew like a toy.
resignation helped cease the grief
outside the seams of my racked enough brain,
but then
you rummaged through strings and dreams
trying to reach out to me, violently.
of course i kept fretting on the costs of your unwitting love
soon, illness and fatigue crept within me
my heart, careless of iniquities,
had finally embraced its meekly destiny
stored as a dusty shelf memory
but i, tottering on the brink of the grave
stood still, loving you

armorless, wistfully,
curiosity was born from isolation,
questioning myself why you keep running
but i cannot scape you;
perhaps the budding silence that exists
between the comely swears of my adoration
and the elated memory of who you once were
keeps my feebly soul attached to mortal expectations,
even when, quite frankly, we both know
the untold truths hidden within this fondness,
but still i hope i'm not as forgettable
as your silence is making me feel.

i hope to forgive myself one day,
when the sea strands collide with the vastness
of the chaotic ocean, to lay calmly,
safely, into the arms of whoever's devotion
they may fall.
for i pray this sadness to cease
but oh, who i am without this pain, my love.

certain i am for i am not yours,
neither am i the only one,
and i do not wish to step away
but neither do i know how to stay.

Chloe Chapman Mar 21

How can you know me,
    When you've only seen my skin
There is not way
    I could possibly portray
    More than a distorted fragment
        Of the twisted universe
            That resides inside my head.

I try  my dear,
    Oh how hard I try!
But it is futile you see,
    For how can I form words
        To convey who I am
When I myself
Do not even understand
Who I Have Become.

AD Fox Spirit Mar 9

Each time I hear your heartbeat sic along with the beep,
I never wish to let you go.
Every breath you take,
Makes me wish to stop time.

When I feel your warmth,
I always come to the small thought,
That one day I won't feel your warmth anymore.

I will no longer get to put my head against your chest,
And count how many times your heart beats in the rhythmic pattern.
No longer will I be able to hear each breath you take,
And when you come to your end, I shall weep.

My dear one laying and waiting in the hospital bed,
I promised no matter how much it hurts me I shall stay beside you.

Every time that beep pauses my heart leaps,
Each time the doctor has to pull me out of the room for a "check up,"
Or "Check in," everything becomes a blur and I let a few sea salt tears fall.

My dear hospital bedded lover,
I'll miss you when you go,
That is why I lay so close and take every part of you in.
Never do I wish to leave, even if you leave me in my arms.

I want to soak in the your warmth,
And bask in your sweet nothings that you whisper to me.
Your heartbeat is a lullaby I cannot dream without.

I will feel empty when your hospital bed feels no longer inhabited,
And you will not return back to me.

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