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JR Rhine Aug 2016
I am here to spread the gospel.
Yes I do declare I am a diligent disciple.

I have come to gaggle the good news,
to proselytize the perpetuity of heavenly wisdom.

I have come here to speak on behalf of poets everywhere:
young and old, alive and dead,
of all nationalities, ethnicities, genders, ****** orientations,
of every human being loitering upon this lush and teeming rock--
I have come to spread your word!

We, the poets,
beg you to hear our words
and put them in your mouth.

Store them in a cheek;
chew thoughtfully, and don't floss,
so we may linger between your teeth--

ready to eject with your spit we shall speak for you
and you shall speak for us.

We lie dead in the dirt until you breath life into us.

We sit poised on your tongue waiting for you to lash
into the air piercing thought bubbles with your voice.

We are instruments lying collecting dust in their cases,
ready to be grasped within calloused hands
and clasped between ruddy lips.

I have come here to tell you how to become a disciple as I:

Lovers, bring us to share!
Speak to your hearts from within worn and jaundiced pages;
we are merely ink stains until you make sense of it all.

Until you speak us into life
Until you soak us into your soul
Until you weave us into the very fibers of your being.

Fighters, bring us to bear!
Shout to your foes from atop grainy soapboxes
embedded within the grassy earth;
let your commanding footing propel you into the heavens!

Feel the wind carry your voice across the open plain and
SPEAK! BELLOW! SHOUT! BATTLE CRY!

They shall know the fear in their bones
and the goose flesh under their rattling armor
like death prickling the hairs on the back of their neck
until they become trodden in the earth like footstools--
until you walk across them head held high and victorious.

Pedestrians! Love if you dare!
Whisper these words under your breath,
holding doors and blessing sneezes,
smiling lovingly and making eye contact purposefully.

Take the joy in stranger's company or in solitude;
we will linger like pleasant specters,
like a lover's ghost:
waiting for you to follow me into eternity.

Yes, I do declare to be a diligent disciple,
and I roam through dusky towns with no pack on my back
nor a shelter over my matted head;

shouting through barren city streets into the desperate night,
roaming these dusty corridors praying a stranger opens their front door
and turns on the porch light
and lets me in for supper and a place to rest my weary head.

Though I'll soon be on my way again in the morrow,
my prayer,
the one of every aching poet in the midnight haze,

is that I'll linger.
Joyce Feb 2016
A heart full of dreams.
They linger in my mind.
Try to reach out.
Not afraid to make mistakes.
They are lessons we can
learn from them in every kind.
Never let fear get in your way.
It is just a thought we
could through away.
Live your dream.
They are yours to experience.
You can follow your heart
and find your own balance.
Caroline Lee Jan 2016
For a second I remembered your scent
And I retreated inwards once more.
You don't simply leave you linger.
JR Rhine Nov 2015
I wish I knew the name
Of your perfume
So I may buy
For lovers new
So they may smell
Just like you.
I wish I knew the taste
Of your lips
The taste I shall seek
In every kiss
So I’ll never tell
What I miss.
I wish I knew the game
That you play
So I may try
To weave the pain
I won’t go through hell
Another day.
Bad love that lingers.
AM Nov 2015
I was holding on his rough hand
as if I'm reading the map of his journey
I was looking inside his eyes
that vividly lead me to the world unknown

I was quietly asking for his warmth
and he was gently granting my wish
whilst covering me like blanket
his perfume lingers until I fell asleep
Amanda Nov 2015
Eyes steadfast upon a black horizon
Unmoving body lays breathing
Pain at every breath
Silent screams echo internally
Weary mind
Lonely heart
A beating heart in a lifeless body
Stitches begin to unravel
Repeat of defeat upon my life
Even ghosts do not linger like me
A vain effort achieved
A pain forever unshakeable
Kylie Jensen Nov 2015
Truth hesitates in distraction
for scents of yesterday
leave whispered hues
that stain my teacups

I sip parts of you
infused forever within china bone

chamomile symphonies
belie your absence
for I waltz with you always
in tranquil dawns pause......
prompt: Linger 50 words
Ernest Amaya Oct 2015
It's quiet now.
I used to relish in the noises of the night.
Yelling. Music. The sound of hundreds of feet shuffling around one another to find someone to make their own.
And even then I would think, all this noise, all these meaningless gestures hidden by noise.
Then I heard your voice.
Like a deafening roar among a million whispers, I heard your voice. The only noise I ever heard louder than yours came soon after, and it was only a few feet off the ground.
From that moment forward, I couldn't do anything without those particular noises present around me. Couldn't sleep, eat, think. I needed the sounds of laughter, of pouting, of disagreement, of debate, of singing from the heart, I love you songs. They were masterpieces of sound. Nothing in the world ever sounded so beautiful. A request for chocolate milk, or a demand for five more minutes of sleep from either of those composers is pure ecstasy.
Nothing makes any noise after that.

A plane on an asteroid, carrying one thousand drummers, each yelling in chaos, smashing into the center of your eardrum, could never drown out a sound like that. The whole earth becomes a muted paradise when you have sounds like theirs. But...it's quiet now. I have to force myself to hear anything. From the pulse of own heart, to the rain dancing on the window sill. Seconds, minutes,and hours go by and I can't help but notice.
It's quiet now.
Raghu Menon Oct 2015
Oh my dear friend
where are you?

Till yesterday
we fought
we argued
we discussed
we debated
we agreed
we disagreed
we agreed to disagree
we learnt from each other
or at least
I learnt a lot from you..

But
Oh my dear friend
where are you?

We said goodbye
in the late evening
at the side of the road
Leading to your abode
On a Tuesday night
Only to hear that
You had gone away
With out a word the next day!



I still
remember your smiling face
your sparkling eyes through your glasses
your sharp and crisp words
your simplicity
your sense of humour
your no-nonsense approach to things
your straightforwardness
your firm but friendly voice

You left me on the highway
Not to return
only your memories
will linger in my mind
till I find another friend just like you
which is impossible
for you are so much inside me..

Oh my dear friend
where are you..?
Even after all these days
I feel you as my pillion rider
at the back of my bike.

Oh my dear friend,
where are you..?
In memory of Dr.T.Parasuraman, my friend, brother...(https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000189046035&ref;=ts&fre;;=ts)
Meg B Sep 2015
And two days later,
the taste and smell of your skin;
senses still aroused.
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