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Raven Feels Apr 7
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, old scars don't hurt anymore:--\


you think the stain is stained

maybe your pain is pained

the reason not the same

my mind not like before not sane

close to the ear

hearts too near to cope a fear

love you not stares been for the lot

natural expression without a but

really boring lacking a plot


                                                                                     -------ravenfeels
Out of blue
All I hear
When less is more
With that glimpse of
Consoling smile
Hypnotic affection
Soul reviving optimism

When you gaze at me
The truth in your eyes
With tender silence
Honestly tells me
Everything
I want to know

"Finding a way"
"Let me stay in your thought"
"Close enough"
"Then tell me all"
"You want to say"
"That sets me free"

For that, I called
You are the One
Worth waiting for
You are my home
To wake into another
Genre: Almost Romantic
Theme: Until You
Author's Note: I wrote this for you
MJ Jun 2020
Such a soft, gentle, golden glow,

seeping almost unnoticed into the dark, waning sky.


A pale shade of blue appears;

it is ubiquitous and inviting, surrounding a bubbling massive orb.


An illumination unlike any other redefines itself

into streaks of liquid-like yellow and amber, everlasting ambrosia.


This ambrosia is elusive. It vanishes, leaving yet another wondrous sight.


A presence solidifies, bearing down warmth,

flowing deep into your core and straight to your heart.


Rising into the morning sky, giving life unto this planet,

a bright, golden orb brings about a new day


It is bold in its appearance and faithful to its course.


The dawn’s morning dew greets a magnificent sight.
Beauty touch
Traveler Apr 2020
Hours into the first awakening
The freshly thawed swamp
Echoes with new spring life
50 Fahrenheit in the sun
My spirit renewed
Wayton to realign
Setting on a hillside
Feet propped on a tree
Mather earth is so Kind
And this body I’m blessed to be
.........................
Traveler
Badshah Khan Mar 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 72

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Like a bamboo flute his dear life'
Noble birth of woodwind family.

Which naturally generates;
An acoustics stream of sacred music!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Brandon Amberger Sep 2018
You know you're like the sun.
Radiating beauty naturally
and everlasting.
fast as a blitzen comet,
     this dashing prancer
     contra dancer
     (i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip

with cupid ditty toward his ***** wife,
     who loosed a suppressed yip
asper one discovering remains of the day
     from the donner

     (newt the majority) party whip
ping her olive drab camouflage attire,
     as if she hapt to be a vip
endlessly congratulating herself

     (and bow wowing her ego) bing awarded
     the housekeeping seal of approval,
     and expected me to tip
her gore gee us Martha Stewart déclassé

     snoop doggy dog rendition
     as she did slip
agilely (with broom and dustpan in hand) rip
peat head lee uttering

     an apropos Mary Poppins quip
booting muck can clear across to Compton
     (wherever that might be) pip
pin like a cat on a hot tin roof,
     where no cure existed to nip

in the bud at this stage,
     and rid thine beloved Narberth bride,
who caught a bout clean destine
     feverish frenzy to make house beautiful,

     oblivious to beseeching despair,
     sans this husband who cried
plaintively imploring divine intervention,
     lest extreme heroic measures

     need be taken, thus guide
me asap before her blistered hands
     rubbed red as tender (vittles) raw hide,
     which could find her catatonic, doggone

     ill eagle lee flying a boot
     like a bat out of hell, and stupefied
hence, this urgent message typed out in a huff
     for less severe invasive

     experimental treatment truly tried
on this, that, or some other missus so and so
     .....please pardon this abrupt end,
     plus initial idea wide

lee differing from my initial intent won
during how to write an elegy to mister son
describing, how aye felt enervated with run
hills of beaming solar rays, oh how none

synthetic drug to bathe,
     enhance, suffuse away mon
day moody blues,
     and now...gotta tend tummy ***!
Druzzayne Rika May 2017
Simplicity
is difficult to construct
It comes naturally
or doesn't .
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