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Àŧùl Nov 2015
In a rejuvenated hope I remind.

A** wise collection of words,
My memory shares with you.

Some days are really bad,
Others are even worse,
Reign they who have the reins,
Reins to their own life,
Yet in synch with love.

Kindness may soar high,
Routing away is no solution,
If you let patience prevail,
Problems will be solved,
In fact, you lose nothing.
I am your Drona forever.
All I ask is patience, dear.
Our perseverance will pay us brightly.
My HP Poem #920
©Atul Kaushal
Francie Lynch Nov 2015
Charity is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Your simple act of selflessness
Cannot be reduced.

Kindness is never wasted,
Even when refused;
To think we think of others first
Cannot be diffused.

Courtesy is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Shake a hand, open a door,
Say Please and Thank You.

Patience is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Bide your time contentedly
Dealing with the obtuse.

Faith is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Believe in what cannot be proved
Even if confused.

Hope is never wasted,
Even when refused;
It gives the taste of fine red wine
Brimming o'er the cruse.

Hate is never wasted,
I know you feel abused;
It's just a tact under attack
That haters like to use.

Love is never wasted,
Even when refused;
It's educed, then enfused,
And spreads as it accrues.
Francie Lynch Nov 2015
My heart is a boiling cauldron stewing with
A pinch of kindness,
A sprinkling of hope,
A dash of hate,
A gram of generosity,
A dram of charity,
A tablespoon of despair,
A measure of temperance,
A teaspoon of patience,
And a shake of faith.
Now, simmering on the element,
I can ladle out bowls of love.
Love is complicated and mixed. And "something wicked this way comes."
Àŧùl Nov 2015
The only constant in my life is love,
Time brings changes in my behavior,
Takes flight my heart housed dove.

The sole truth in my life now is her,
Time only restricts us in miles apart,
Takes us higher the love generator.

The hurdles are many more here,
Time only leaps to overcome them,
Takes us beyond them to the light.
My HP Poem #915
©Atul Kaushal
Pax Nov 2015

In another time,
will you still love me?

In another place,
will you still meet me?

In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?

I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...

but then I'll better wait,
Patience is all I have left...
you say you love me
But all I experience is contempt

Love is presence embodied
by patience and understanding

all I taste is bitterness
Originally posted by me on:
http://wolf-jedi.tumblr.com/post/133624179242/bitterness
JR Rhine Nov 2015
Serendipity
I wait for you to find me
An eternity
One of my favorite words.
Jealousy is a loaded gun,
And you made each of their names
Bullets in my chamber.

The end of the barrel
Kisses me softly,
Between the eyes,
Where you used to.
And as you twirl them all round in a Russian Roulette
My finger quivers over the trigger.

Sweat makes it impossible to grip
And thinking back makes it
Impossible
To think forward...
What next?

You cocked it,
The gun,
So I'm ready to go.
I think...

Until, you reach out and try to save me.
Your hand touching mine
Losens my grip on the gun,
My finger becomes limp and I come back to life as
Your promises disarm me,
Your reassurance unloads the gun and
The bullets become evanescent in your kiss.
Inspired by San Cisco's song Jealousy from the lyric "jealousy is like a loaded gun". Alongside past experiences...
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I don’t want you to go fishing
For salmon, when you can get ray;
If you’re fast enough, you can shoot –
– A hook around a horse’s tail.

If you’re patient,
You could weave through the jelly’s glow,
Glimmering softness through each filament,
Calming your senses from morbid to mellow.

I don’t want you to go fishing
For make-believe, when you know it stings;
If you’re strong enough, hold on –
– Gills and fins are just as brave as wings.

If you’re yearning for more and more,
Boundaries are all you’ll see;
If you’re ready to stop waiting,
Why are you telling me?
Medinah Aousunt Nov 2015
I've waited a while to write this;
Dreamed of it for years.
I've waited a while to write this;
Screamed over it with tears.
I've waited a while to write this
Several years at least.
Ladies and gents to you I present my final masterpiece.
Poem created by Medinah Aousunt
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