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Isaac Ward Jul 6
I've been waiting for Death to come knocking-
On my front door, oh I've seen him stalking,
The lock is dusty, the screen door is creaking,
I think I hear him speaking,

And he says-

I've been patient; I'm Death, walking-
Down every side street, I hear people talking,
God, money, drugs while their life blood is leaking,
Nothing on Earth can stop me from seeking.

I hear Death, he's outside talking-
I walk out, the porch swing is rocking,
The chains are rusty and his voice is thinning,
I'm weak, he's at the beginning,

And we say-

I've been waiting for Death to come knocking-
On my front door, oh I've seen him stalking,
The lock is dusty, the screen door is creaking,
I think I hear him speaking.
Tsunami Jun 17
Kismet;
Is tracing my fingers down your cheekbone,
Following the edges of your jaw,
Watching your gaze drink in my touch.

Kismet;
Is hearing your voice
Murmuring into my ear as I drift off,
Divulging secrets only lovers would know.

Kismet;
Is feeling your warmth.
Envelope me like a safety net under a trapeze
Balancing haphazardly,
A circus act for two.

Kismet;
Is our eyes meeting across a crowded room.
Fully well knowing that we weren’t prepared,
To feel the red strings tugging at each other;
Begging to be closer.
i never believed in fate or kismet or coincidences until
my eyes drifted to yours whenever i went out
Rama Krsna May 12
nestled within
this ocean of tranquility
with its zen-like decor
they sit for hours
in total silence

a smiling Buddha
sole witness
to the arrow-like exchange
of amorous glances

each glance
an implicit confirmation
of intimate liaisons
from lives past and present

the odd tap
of wooden chopsticks
picking up sushi
the only music

time
dare not enter
this oasis of love....
as eyes keep
rapidly exchanging words
while lips stay silent

© 2019
annh Apr 11
...for only good can come from eyes
             which behold the world with kindness;
                          and, so too, will grace follow where gratitude leads...

Beneath the bracing maple tree
Awaits a beau, pursued heart's key

Cold sweaty hands, timid was he
As if he's dosed with ecstasy

To woo this beautiful princess,
Hath played a fiddle effortless

Heart beats loud beneath pastel dress
Mind's been puzzled, soon she'll confess

She don't regret, she won't forget
For that so moment felt kismet

Will they be lovers? Make a guess,
It all depends if she said yes
Let us reminisce and appreciate the efforts of an unfeigned gentleman to win the heart of his fairlady through traditional courtship.

With all my heart I give you "The Suitor", enjoy!
We are kingdoms and oceans apart
Met you in a southeast land
Love united our frozen hearts
I held your caring soul
You accepted me as a whole
Another chapter unfolds.

krstjn (life exp.)
Jesse stillwater Nov 2018
The river forks at big stone eddy
rending currents meandering course,  
its silence speaks not with forked tongue
as kismet's swirling eddies abide
     as if time immemorial;
     a river naturally cleaved
in two separate distinct directions
befallen destiny  without a choice


Spinning round and round in big stone eddy,
time just drifting by in the throes
of doubt — high water rising
beyond the bounds of earth
taking drowning souls up to the sky


Choking on a mouthful of unanswered questions,
suffocating on the parting words left unsaid;
distilling life into poetry hew from being —
trickling out like the spilled out sky —
taken down to the empty riverbed
leave lay' til it's all washed away,
in the music of the pourin' down rain


Freedom embodies metaphysical incarnations
riding the prevailing currents it can't control
Gravity-gathered  down to the shoreline,
manifest reclamation after the deluge,
from somewhere far above the high-water mark


Swallowed by all the darkness woe betides,
thinking you carry such a weight to hold...
It seems all got a handful of sand to toss
up into the wind to seed the clouds
The totality of eclipsing silence grows
that rent the stillness of a dream
of peace on an eroding shoreline


In an Eddy of Expectations & Disappointment
dark waters will ebb and flow,
imponderable as drowning hope,
leaving it all out there to dry after the rain

       believing in your heart —
        the best is yet to come


  Jesse Stillwater ... November 2018
Thank you for reading
Kimberly Nov 2018
Can we love without the tragic
Forget a sprinkling of magic
How about we pour it all out
And be drenched in the rain
Come on lose that pout
Kismet
Do you believe in fate?
How about we stop trying to think
And soak all that moonlight
Shall we have this drink
Stop trying to make this hard
Unclench that fist on your playing card
Lighten up, you light up
There’s no room for the dark
In this stillness you’re a lark
Come along take my hand
It’s a little mad but let’s fall in love.
How many dreams will I have of you
Before I dream you into existence?
Skye Oct 2018
Salamat sa hinanakit
Salamat sa sakit
Salamat sa pait
Natuto akong muling kumapit
Ang mga paa ko ay muling lumapit
At natutunan ko na sa tamang tao, ako ay sasapat

Hindi kailangang ipilit
O sa mabubulaklak na salita ang dila ay magkapili-pilipit
Iaaalay nang buo ang marami pang tula at awit
Sa tamang tao, ako ay sasapat

Hindi na hadlang ang agwat
Mas pinatunayan na walang mahirap basta’t tapat
Ngayon ay maiaalay na ang mga sulat
Sa tamang tao, ako ay sasapat

Hindi kami apat
Walang mga kaibigang sa pagtatago at panloloko’y kasabwat

Malilimot na ang hinanakit
Mapapawi na ang sakit
Mawawala na ang pait

Dahil sa tamang tao, ako ay sasapat
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