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look at nature
with the lover‘s eye
not the hunter‘s
Miss Me Nov 2017
Always strive deligently far within

Until you see that spark of trust again
Jellyfish Oct 2017
I once wrote about one sad Jellyfish,
that disappeared trying to find her place,
looking back now I wonder how
she swam so far away,
when she was always safe.
I will never disappear again. Not from you.
Middy Oct 2017
I'm sitting in my usual corner
Of the coffee shop in town
The morning's come
The day has begun
So where's the singing birds?

It's a very quiet morning
Only three cars passed by
A black Nissan Pick Up truck
A siver Honda car
And a truck heading to the south
To give us our supplies
That the farmers and poor make
Just for us
But get no credit or coin

I'm looking around and I see
Five people in the room
Six if you count the homeless man
Staring through the window
A black Labrador next to him
He's staring at me

The man in the corner
Has several wrinkles
Maybe 50? 60? 70?
He's got very milky coffee
Next to the newspaper he has
He's looking at the crossword
And raging with silent curses
That he thinks no one can hear
But if you look in his eyes
You see the frustration in them

A female teenager
She's staring at me
What is she jealous of now?
I really don't know what.
She's just glancing
Staring and glancing
As she sips her vanilla mocha
With her long hot pink nails
And sighs with her ruby red lips
You see jealousy in her green eyes
So sharp and cat like
You can almost smell it

There's a woman in her thirties
She is still smoking and puffing
And putting her ashes in the tray
' another interaction with cancer '
I think as she stares into space
If you look into her chocolate eyes
The same colour as her tea
She's thinking very deeply
As I am right now

There's a man at the coffee bar
Whistling away
He's cleaning up the desk
Waiting for the next customer
Waiting for the new order
Then he will make their drink
Make a working man smile
And a tired mother laugh
But it's not helping the man
The homeless one outside
Yet when you look into his eyes
His bright hazel will show
Happiness and joy

There's a guy in the corner
Listening to some music
With his black coffee on
I sit with him
Even though he's misjudged
And he flashes me a smile
As his black and purple hair
Is tossed around by his hand

" you've been writing a lot, love "
He smiles as he stops his songs

" I know. " I reply.

I see him everyday
He's going through something
Sad and tough
And when you look at his eyes
A deep greyish blue
He's had enough of it

" are you sad? " I whisper
Looking at him
He turns away with tears
They're welling up in his eyes

" it's ok, " I smile
And pat his shaking shoulder
" you're never alone.
I'm your friend "

He looks at me in the eyes
My observant and gentle eyes
They show comfort when I see him
Smiling at long last

I soon have to go.
Places to be
Places to go

" see you tomorrow "
He smiles at me

" see you soon! "
I smile back at him

I make sure to get a take away
A plain coffee with a packet
Of sweet smelling sugar
I give it to the homeless man
You should've seen the
Joy and happiness in his eyes!
Ronald J Chapman Sep 2017
I know that she isn't real,
That she is only a dream,
Only a fantasy I see after midnight, a lover I will never touch in reality,
Still, she is the memory of love I look for in the daylight.

Embracing me in my sleep,
Holding me so tight, I can't breathe; wishing she would never go,
A beauty that leaves me lonely with only her reflections,
At sun's dawning, each day,

Quietly waking up,
Without love for so very long,
Looking out an open window,
Seeing an empty hateful world,

Every heartbeat throbbing, with pain,
Sorrowful days, wanting night to come again, to be with her forever,
Thinking of ways, to end this agony,
And hoping night will never end.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
[MV/Eng sub] Lena Park  - In dream
https://youtu.be/v2iLkLDXWuc
Nook Aug 2017
She was like none I’ve ever met
Meeting her I would never regret

Her quirks, fishing rods
Reeling me in with ease

When I’m at crowded places
Her silhouette is what I seek

I can’t help but wear a smile
Whenever she’s within a mile

I lack the courage to tell her this
And her image I always miss.
#4
Lindiana Mazari Aug 2017
Let me love you
He said
Directly looking at me
⏳⌛
He wanted to *play

Like with any other girl
⏳⌛
He wanted a game
That's what I gave him
⏳⌛
I looked him in the eyes
And saw the hint
He was nothing but a liar
⏳⌛
No-one likes a girl
Like me
My heart as cold as stone
Something he could not see
⏳⌛
In the name of the ones who suffered
I will make his life miserable
⏳⌛
From me
He had gotten time
For proofing himself
⏳⌛
But
Before walking away
I told him to
*Let the game begin
Hopefully you will like it
Oskar Erikson Jul 2017
all routes lead to the homes made in passing.

i am unable to recreate your smile.

all peaks have views wishing to be seen.

you do not want to be looked for.

                 *I will live a half-life
Looking at you head-on,
looking at you sideways,
alleys and staircases and
awnings throwing their
shadows over you,

both obstructing and constructing.

You dream in color, so
you live in color, wish it were
that simple, wish I had a leg
to stand on, but I've just got
this oar.

Sliding all over the polished
dark, lost in the open field
when the sun eats everything.
You can go blind if you stare

too long, the fuzzy black spots
nibbling at vision, how it burns
even when you close your eyes.

Yes, I know, darling,
but try telling my dreams that.

Eclipse the meaning; it's better
to let others make the assumptions.

I'll stare as long as I like, thanks.
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