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Sofia Ageyeva Nov 2019
All is coming...
   All is here...

You are alive
    and you know it...
You are connected to All...

How can I explain it?
   How can All explain it to you?

It's always here...
   You're always alive...
      not always...
        but every day...
Every day of your life...

Life is precious...
All is coming...
    and All is leaving... one day...
“Do your practice and all is coming.” ― Sri K. Pattabhi Jois
Kim Essary Nov 2019
One moment she lays watching his innocence glow across his soft little cheeks as he nestles closely beside her and falls quickly asleep.
She has lost so much more than she has gained in this life
As her body has grown weak and sickness overtakes her yet her will to go on still fights within her.
Once it was pills she took to keep her going or so she thought not knowing it was the pills that was killing her
Thoughts of giving up the fight often entered her tired soul as she fought  through her pain often times she wondered where she gained her strength and will to fight.
She held on to hope for the ones that had left her as thoughts of them returning were fading away
That little boy that lay nestled beside her and the man that she loves was the medicine she needed to fight for one more day.
Just as the others had gone now so did he
Now she lays all alone , no more bedtime prayers or supper at the table
No more knowing he’s sneaking behind me with a smile on his face thinking I can’t see him rushing to my bed to sleep.
He has no clue how much he means to me and how that precious little boy has kept his mawmaw alive just knowing she was with him almost every day.
My grandson was my medicine to get through my days. Now I don’t get to see him because his mom moved away.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
We know this particular neck of the woods well.
To know her is to love her,
Over and over again.

The nexus between us has a motive
All its own: strike the firing pin.
Then spin~spin~spin.

I see stars that uninhibitedly glow.
Heaven has opened
Up her waiting arms.

Who said,
"All that glitters is not gold?"
Was it not a desperate wistful streetcar?

Heyday!
We're bathed in a bridal veil of angel light:
The crowning nimbus.

*** is a knotty business: it binds.
Given enough rope, we
Hang from the rafters.

Come fruition come!
Ah, this sleep is sweet
On those morning afters.
Mark Toney Nov 2019
~In memory of Avy W (1981-2019)~

Oh, my dear, short Avy with a long "A"
I just learned of your sad demise today
Full seventy days since you passed away
Dark news eclipsing such a sunny day

Last visit ended with you hugging me
October's visit now will never be
Hopes, dreams, goals cast aside as mere debris
Life cut short, stolen by the enemy

Your husband and son together do mourn
Your mother and father both so forlorn
Thirty-eight years from the time you were born
Your young, precious life from each of them torn

You will always remain forever young
Forever precious and forever fun
Forever kind, empathetic and sweet
Forever found where love's memories meet

May future's reunion as tender be
Now forever safe in God's memory
8/21/2019 - Poetry form: Lyric - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
PawanTube Sep 2019
Sometimes tick of the clock makes me cry
Whenever I link my past through the time
I feel so alive, when I woke up on my bed
Even if theirs crowd I found you on first screen
Seems you're close to my heart
but you're far apart...


It's just massively lying to my head
Never have the happiness of what I have
Somehow it's just precising our time...
I know you can't come around
I just need A liitle time
To change the past of surround...
Sometimes tick of the clock makes me cry
Whenever I link my past through the time
I feel so alive, when I woke up on my bed
Even if theirs crowd I found you on first screen
Seems you're close to my heart
but you're far apart...


It's just massively lying to my head
Never have the happiness of what I have
Somehow it's just precising our time...
I know you can't come around
I just need A liitle time
To change the past of surround
Bhill Aug 2019
I see that days are
Days are beginning
Beginning to get a bit
A bit more precious
More precious to life
To the life of everyone
Everyone who has ever
Who has ever seen the rain
Rain that brings us what we need most

Brian Hill - 2019 # 210
Rain, rain come today
Feed our crops and feed our hay
Feed the lakes and feed the streams
Feed us all so we may dream...
Nigdaw Aug 2019
You cannot touch me here,
In the land of dreams...
Suspended between death and reality
By a slim thread of consciousness.
This is my space, my refuge
Where I can re enter
My embryonic state,
Before thought,
Before sight,
Before emotion;
Just the warmth of existence,
Not having to belong
Keep up,
Shape up,
Shut up,
Make something of myself
All I had to do was exist;
I was precious once,
A pearl in an oyster
Not a stone in your shoe.
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