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Have you got it~
gathered together:
your thoughts
piercing
perplexed
lonely night wanderings~
marriage, friendship, stylish rings
sharing many flowers seen in all
throughout your life~
lusts, trusts,
broken, misplaced,
belongings frail
and fragile
emotions,
tears captured
in chalices
lean,
laughters
as stargeezery
enthusiasts glee-m~
in memory gathered all of
your lovers
$$$$$$$$$$
would be the
smallest
island on earth
big enough to put them on
to play them all bitter arbiter lonely times
and prepare for the unforgettable party!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
George Krokos Sep 2015
Whether we go up to heaven, after we die, or plunge down into hell
we're only meant to stay for a limited time, so do some mystics tell.
Heaven and hell must surely be the two most familiar otherworldly places about
but whether they're real or imagined it's only by experience that we will find out.
________________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Kathleen M Aug 2015
I wake up alone
It's a cold shock
Hands clutching the sheets where a few minutes ago I imagined that familiar warmth
His hands scarred from fights and glass
Wrists bruised from cuffs
"Sorry I didn't get back to you, I was arrested then hospitalized"
Gone
My hands ache
My chest aches
"You deserve sweet things"
He was wrong
"My gracious lord,
I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Among the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Where of the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty
Is never free of. But, beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,
'Tis none of mine."
:-] I
Camillo from "The Winter's Tale" ((Act I, Scene II))
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
Your hair is like white snow, filling my field of view
With this beautiful sky of clouds over our heads,
Up and on into forever they shall climb,
Bringing our imagined dreams to life we can't forget.

You sit upon the grass, your the only thing standing
Between loneliness, I feel a stab in my throat,
Like I cannot bring to words how I feel (the "M" word)
Before you find out what I really want to know.

You see, I made this song, it's about our kingdom
About you and me, my heart dances, I want to know,
Is there any place for this song bird who's sung,
If it is caged then where do all the notes go?
A poem for my lovely crush Tania. She has short light blond hair and freckles...and so much more.
I run,
Aimless,
After a glimpsed illusion.

I hide,
Hopeless,
From an imagined devil.

I love,
Heartless,
But never really realising.

I hate,
Relentless,
And never ending despair.

But
All
An
Invented
Destiny
The Love I have has no other name
It belongs to you
The loss imagined imagines me
It belongs to you
Samantha Cole May 2014
I’ve imagined it a million times
Each more vivid than the last
The cold of the metal
The weight in my hand
I’ve thought about the feeling of my finger curled around the trigger
How much pressure will it take to fire?
I’ve imagined it a million times
Yet nothing could have prepared me for the day I finally held in my hand the answer to my prayers.

— The End —