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Oh my dear Hubcap !
for you I fear!
Laying here;
resting on a roadside,
Torn from your kin.
Subject to mother nature's
weatherly whim.
Your once grey metallic
reflective brilliance,
turned dour by
creeping oxidisation.
That fate gave
a deliberate curse
is clear.
Oh my dear Hubcap!
for you I fear!
Pupils dilate,
control capsized.
bring you
close enough
to fill more
than your eyes.

**** the literary pretence!
fulfil my lust.
Give me your
sweet recompense.

Each touch
and caress,
types pure feeling.
Sensations that
give words no meaning.

We write this act
upon the world.
With sounds of
animal grammar.

Time can wait,
well past sunrise.
Our stanzas
on our bodies;
as we sleep in
each others eyes.
Hear those droplets.
trickle and speckle.
Falling to the right,
strong against the night.
It’s only a light thing,
just some water on the wing.

Bedded down,
silent alongside.
warm and salty,
All too easy to hide.
It’s fallen from my vision,
a vision of you by my side.

Steady on into time as
part of me that isn't mine
Until the morning comes
and I touch down.
Then it’s time for me
to leave this town.
My pet theory goes running in the yard.
with it's, “is this what it is or something else?”
And self imagined self imagining
another's imaginary me.
Questions of will this be as it should,
or as it will be?
Tips it's head to one side in confusion;
then raises a leg n' does a ***.

My pet theory loves to go chasing  cars.
With it's “is what ever we have what we deserve?”
Blaming the other for the others need
while praising the “I” over all others.
Questions of are all creeds ,species
and kin truly brothers?
Tears the bumper from car;
Runs of to place it with the others.

My pet thero.... Oh, it's just
gone and laid a nice big
steaming pile of pretence
on the kitchen floor.
I don't want this pet theory Any more!

© 2016 Greg
TERRY REEVES Mar 2016
JOHN ANDREW WAS DYING OF CANCER,
IT WAS TIME FOR HIM TO GO,
AND EVENTUALLY HE PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY,
BUT IT WASN'T OVER - AS YOU'LL READ DRAMATICALLY;
'THE OTHER SIDE' WAS THERE AFTER ALL,
HE HAD A CHOICE - TO STAY IN A STRANGE PLACE,
OR RETURN WITH A NEW BODY TO THE HUMAN RACE,
WOULD YOU KNOCK ON THE DOOR - READ ON TO FIND MORE;
HE HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF FAMILY OR FRIENDS,
IN THE NEW LIFE, LEFT TO HIS OWN ENDS,
HE HAD TO WATCH OUT FOR THE EVIL CHRISTINE,
A LOOSE CANON ***** INCREDIBLY MEAN,
THE OUTCOME WAS REALLY BEYOND WILDEST DREAMS.
DON'T DISCOUNT A LIFE WHERE NOTHING'S AS IT SEEMS.
Venomous slithering silk gown
Adressed the chandeliers in the
Marrakesh's dusky evening, just
To outshine the simmering glass

There were gentelmen and ladies
Chit chating politely, uninterested
Awaiting on a dinner to be served.

He noticed the scarf, she thougt to
Herself. Unending in memory are
Hoffman's grand thrilly fairytales.
I wish he'd gather the bold pirates
Of his conquering intentions and..
Imagined by Impeccable
Space poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~~~~
rachel martin Jan 2016
When I was younger I wrote of cops and robbers
Killers, chases, drugs and thrillers
One specific story that was my favorite chiller-
Hitting big money houses in a quiet town,
What a young burglar grabbed was something he'd better off not found
A suitcase full of treasures not
What he thought was heavy with cash, commodities
Was weighted with remains of bodies.
Can't risk jail, no, he can't pay his bail
So when the killer came looking
The only thing to do was to cover up his trail.

I never finished the story, writing it was kind of boring.
I was busy drinking and exploring when
One night I met a man, and he was telling me this story
How he was almost caught robbing this old man's home
And of the couple things he gathered, a suitcase was one.
No- it wasn't full of literal bodies
Maybe this time, some actual commodities.
But he sold them soon after, to get money for his drugs and whatever else he revered.
That he introduced to his friends that he turned to cold bodies with his endeavors.
So my story plays out in metaphors and its true that rich old men can be killers too
Like the one in my town with the corpses in the walls
I wondered, if plundered, would the killer turn the burglar into another number
And finish my story for me.
Ronjoy Brahma Nov 2015
खन्थाइगिरि नङा बियो
उन्दै समफोराव लिरदोँमोन नामा
दिनैसिम आं मिथिया खिन्थायाखैबो
अदेबानि आं फरायनो मोनफेराखै
-
सानथामसो सिगांआवसो
गांसे बिजाब साफायदोँ बियो
दुलाराय सुबुंनो फरायनो थाखाय
गावनि रोँनाय आरो स्टाइलखौ मिथिहोनो
-
बिजाब मुङा दिन्थिना
गिदिर महरनि बिजाब
सलमा नङाबा जारिमिनानो जानो हागौ
नायनि मा बिजाब बेलाइ
फरायनि-
-
आरांगायाव बिजाबखौ मोन्ना
मिनिसुलु मिनिना सान्दोँ निला
रोजा खोमसि हरा मेगन सोरखि हायै
हरथौबाय जेरैबो सिरिसै
खोरखिखौ फाङो बियो
-
ससमाखौ आरामै हमना लायो मेगनाव
बिजाबखौ बोद्लाना फरायनो सिगां
बियो-
-
बिजाबनि समायना बिखं महरखौ नायबावो
समायना आलायारननि सावगारि
फुंनि जारां सान ओँखारनाय बुब्लि
गेवलां गेवथां बिबार बारनाय
-
आरामै जिरायो निला
बिजाबखौ मेगन सेराव लायो
सिरि सिरि फरायलाङो--
-
बयजोँबो बाखोनाय जायो
रावबो बाखोनाया लाबा थानो हाया
जोबोद समायना मेगन बिनि
बिखा गुवार गोसो गुदुं
-
जाय जाय सोलोँथाइ मोनो
बियो हमनो हायो बबे मोजांसिन?
एबा बबे सोर गाज्रिसिन
बेबादि सोलोँथाइ बेयो फोरोङो
-
हायना गोनां एबा हायनामुलिबादि
बिनि फोरोँनाया गासैबो गेबेँ
सोरबा नेवसिनो हागौ?
रावबो हाया बिनि रोँमोन गियानखौ
-
बिनि महर मुस्रिया समायना
बिनि गोगो गोसो आरो
बिखा गुवार गोथौ गियाननि थाखाय
बोलो दं बेहा सोलेराव आरो
गावनि मोन्दांथि गोहोखौ लानानै
-
बेयो एसेबां गुरैदि
सना बाना रावखौबो सोँखारिया
बियो थुलुंगा गोनां
समान सोलोँथाइ होनो लुबैयो
आंगोबादि बयखौबो आंगो सानो बियो
-
से दान बारा जालांबायमोन आं
बिनि सेर सेर मागिबायनाया
अन्नाय मोन्नाय आय'
फाग्लिबादि जालांदोँ आं
-
नाथाय हमथायो हमथाथारो
अब्लाबो जौमोना मानिया
आं बिनि खाथियाव थांगौ थांगौ
सान हर बेबादिनो थांदोँमोन
-
बिनि आयदाखौ आं मोजां मोन्दोँ
मानोना आं बिखौ गोसो थोबाय
गोसो थोनाया बेनो नामा?
जायखौ मोजां मोनो
बिनि फंफ्रोमबो रावखौनो गोदै मोनो
-
आं बिखौ हास्थायो
नाथाय जाम्बिनि हास्थायनाय बादि?
बियो सासे फ्रपेसार
आरो आं सासे फरायसा
निला सारनि सासे फरायसा
-
फारागआ बेसेबा गोजौ गाहाय
लाजिनांगौ जाब्लाबो लाजिया आं
मानोना मोजां मोन्नाया बेनो
आंनि बैसोआ नैजिल'मोन अब्ला
जानो हागौ बिनि बैसोआ थामजिबा
-
आरिमु जालिया सेथि खोन्दोआव
बे सारखौ लोगो मोन्दोँ आं
आं जेन'बा खाफाल गोनां
नाथाय आं सानफ्राङो-
-
सुदेम आं निजोरा अब्लाबो
बियोदि गोजोम फैगोन?
बियो जोमै जाब्लाबो
थमेन्नाय आं बिबार जाब्लाबो
बियो बिलिर फैमारगोन?
-
गोरबोआव बेखौल' जायगा होदोँ
बेनो आंनि गासैबो
आं आरो रावखौबो नुवाखै
दैमा-दैसा बिफां-लाइफां
-
बिनो गासैबो आंनि
हा-दै-अर-बार-अख्रां
बिनि सेराव थांब्लानो
सानसे बिखौ नुब्लानो गोजोनो आं
-
आं बिखौ मोजां मोनो
बिखौनो मोजां मोनबाय था होन्ना
सान हरा आंखौ खारदिँबाय थादोँ
समबार मंगलबारमोना जंखायबाय थादोँ
-
हे गसाइ!
आंनि थांखिया जाफुंबाय दिनै
बै रजेया दिनै आंनिसै
बियो दिनै आंनि सिन्दुर
-
दिन्थिनानि सल'खौ जागायनोसै-
गोसो गुदुं निला
समबादि गावनि पेरियटखौ फोजोबदोँ
समा नै रिँगासो जाबायमोन
-
लामायाव लासै लासै थाबायदोँ
नायफा नायफा उनथिँ नायहरदोँ
गोजोन्नाय गैयामोन दिन्थिनाहा
जोमैना निजोरामोन बिनि गोसोआ
रावबो हमनो हानाय नङामोन
-
बियो सोरखौबा लामा नायदोँ
लानो बाबांसिन बेन'टि बेग
फाफ्लियाव नङा आखायावनो लादोँ
रावबो लोगो गैया बिजोँ
-
गावनि मारुटि सुजुखिखौ
लासै लासै सालायबाय निला
लामायाव थाथे थाथे लासै थाबायनाय
दिन्थिनाखौ बेल होदोँ
-
दिन्थिनाखौ निला सिनायगौ
सानफ्रोमबो रायज्लायोआनो लोगो मोनब्ला
माबादि फरायसा दिन्थिनाया
मोजाङैनो निला मिथिगौ
-
लामाखौ हगाराखै बियो
लासैनिफ्राय लासैसिन थाबायदोँ
बेप बेप बेलखौ दामदोँ निलाबो
गले गले बेल दामब्लाबो फेलेँ
-
गाड़िखौ लाखिदोँ आरो
मिज्लौ मिज्लो नायदोँ दिन्थिनाखौ
दिन्थिनायाबो मिजोलौ नायदेरदोँ
सोमोनांथाव बिजिरख' हायै ओँथि
14/11/2015
Raven Oct 2015
He isn't just a book. I can't sum him up in a novel with limited chapters or words. He is an entire library, filled with shelf after shelf of books of adventures and magic. And it would be the greatest gift to spend the rest of my life, reading every single one of his amazing books he holds inside of him.
moss Oct 2015
envelop me with your yellowed pages
as I read of stories throughout the ages
let me melt into your printed letters
and wash them away like stormy weather
let me sink into your wondrous words
until my wounds are mended and cured

oh please, dear novel,  be so kind
and let me escape my wretched mind
my weary eyes have not the strength
to focus for your extended length
the voice that reads inside my head
has grown so brittle and nearly dead

so allow me, I beg of you, only to be
a part of your tale, and I'll be free
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