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YUKTI Apr 2018
You held my hand Before I stepped on the stage..
We took a few steps together..
While climbing the stairs of the stage you lightly tightened the grip and suddenly left.
Made a hand gesture and showed me the way, I had to walk alone..
You showed me a thumbs up and tried to encourage me..
And while holding the mic I smiled and realized that my imagination power is fabulous!!
Your comments are always appreciated :)
Brent Kincaid Apr 2018
I’m goofing with the pixies
Dancing with the elves
Leaving all the ogres
Snoring by themselves.
I’m flying with the will-of-the wisps
On the route of Santa Claus.
I rest a while on a passing cloud
Whenever I need a pause.

There’s lots of space you can freely share
When you are playing in castles in the air.
First you have to get that high on the *****
To launch yourself off with a wish and a hope.
Some lose because they don’t know the ropes
Or not keeping their vision in their scope.

I love to see imaginary friends
And smoke with the pipe dreams
While floating up and down
Along the flow of creative streams.
The idea is to set your mind free
To roam wide and as far as can be
Laughing with characters from the funnies
Or rollicking fun with egg laying bunnies.

There’s lots of space you can freely share
When you are playing in castles in the air.
First you have to get that high on the *****
To launch yourself off with a wish and a hope.
Some lose because they don’t know the ropes
Or not keeping their vision solidly in the scope.

So, look for the wiggle wobbles near you
And keep your eyes open for witches too.
Magicians may also come from time to time
Because making magic is never a crime.
Listen to the stories told by clever mimes;
The enchanting mysteries in their rhymes
That often turn out to be the most sublime.
And let that person know you have the time.

I love to see imaginary friends
And smoke with the pipe dreams
While floating up and down
Along the flow of creative streams.
The idea is to set your mind free
To roam wide and as far as can be
Laughing with characters from the funnies
Or rollicking fun with egg laying bunnies.
Kayla Apr 2018
Imagine a world
A world of flowers
Flowers so bright
Imagine a world with no pain
A world of no hurt
Where everyone wears a smile
Imagine a world where everyone is friends
No one is the one left out
The ugly duckling isn’t so ugly
Just Imagine
That’s all it is though
Imagination
In the real world
The flowers are not all bright colors
There is no such thing as no hurt
Not everyone is friends
The ugly duckling is still the ugly duckling
Imagination is not real
Imagination is just make belief
Imagination is fake
Poetic Eagle Apr 2018
Action is a seed of thoughts and imagination
Think right to act right
I'm having crazy thoughts
Taiwo Olufemi Apr 2018
I woke up this morning with my nose to breathe
The first aura I perceived was your perfume
I woke up this morning to open my eyes to see
The first image I sighted was your being
I woke up this morning as my ears are active
The first vocal I heard was your voice
As my brain did the connectivity
Your birthday was brought to my memory
And I opened my mouth Silently
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ……(fill in the name of the recipient)
But it’s not enough
My feet has to walk up to a chair
My hand has to pen a paper
So that my mind can express proper
How much you are celebrated
A birthday, a Happy day
A birthday, a Fun day
A birthday, a Blessing day
For men to honour you in a heroic way
For God to bless you in a special way
For me to attest to your wonder way
And wish you to age with grace
Happy birthday once again
I wish you long life without a pain
Lady Grey Apr 2018
I take a knot inside my head
Out to see what’s left instead
A jumble of words
And tied-up thoughts,
But to know what’s there
Is all for naught

For only I can truly see
What the world
Could really be
In my vast imagination.

It’s a pain
It really is
To see the beauty up in there
Wrapped up in confusion’s stare
And unable to explain.

All the knots inside my brain
Will always there remain,
For I, a simple dreamer, fair
May never get the chance to share.
I can never fully put my thoughts and imaginings into perfect sense, the way that I think of and see them, so they remain jumbles of string inside my head
Ivan Brooks Sr Apr 2018
Blessed is he who writes
For his words transcends
Time, space and moments,
Far beyond the constellation.
Blessed is he who recites
Spoken word and poetry,
For his craft circumvents
The core of our existence
Deep into our inner man.

Blessed is he who writes,
For his thoughts interacts
And deeply influences minds
That belongs to other people.
Blessed is he who bends letters
Into words and words into
Sensational and captivating
Stories of true love and courage.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©
Every writer is to be blessed..the gave us something to make our lives worth living.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Your guess is as good as mine


When people ask the impossible question,
What do they expect?
“If aliens are real, then what do they look like?”

Something you have never seen.
Something you could not imagine.
Something you would never forget.


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