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Hurricanebabe Apr 2019
Him
He reminds me of a cool breeze of air
He makes me smile
This scares me
I love this new experience

I hope he doesn’t **** me over
I hope he doesn’t take advantage of me
I hope he loves me for me
eleanor prince Jan 2019
no ripple
on glistening pond
bucolic greenery
greeted sweet mornings
like apple muffins
dusted with
spice

pathways through
rainforest's half-light
hushed cathedral
birdsong rang true
retrieved to senses
a lilting lullaby's melodic
notes

then machinery
of life's happenchance
seared through undergrowth
chainsaw's presence
halted paradise
lacerations on earth's
lungs

reverberations hit
tremors appear
reach beyond
borders coddled close
as things find a new
place to roost and
grow
sometimes things change perhaps somewhat unexpectedly -  a relationship experiences a different phase, needs are not being met the way they once were, someone close to us moves far away, a sweet friendship can suffer an unanticipated wound - whatever the loss, there can be regret and it can feel like much of value has been lost, yet at times it can lead to certain insights and more...
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Rain                  
falling                  
in the stream                  
The savage winds                  
blow                  

                    One
                      thousand
        ­                leaves sail down
                         red, green, yellow
                     lost

The                                    
willow                                    
shakes and weeps                                  
heads bowed strokes stream                                    
sad                   ­                 

                               Light
                               it rises
                                It flies by
                                 A fresh golden
                                 sight
A change from my usual poems in terms of format!
While looking for books on Japanese poetry, I found this website https://penandthepad.com/write-lantern-poem-4928414.html
Introducing me to the Lantern poem! While haikus use the syllable structure of five-seven-five syllables in a total of three lines. The Lantern poem uses five lines with a syllable structure of one, two, three, four and one syllables per line. Of course, it's called the 'Lantern' poem because it's meant to be shaped as a hanging lantern! I can't believe I didn't know about this, it's absolutely wonderful! I'm so gonna write more of these on my page! It was really refreshing to do! ^.^
I feel so inspired!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
sunprincess Feb 2018
Wow! A beautiful sight to see
Extremely beautiful
New grass, gorgeous and green
This refreshing new grass
Has sprouted up overnight
So vibrant and rich,
What color!
upon waking from a splendid plunge
   into the depths of deep dreamy restful sleep
anchors away set adrift this body electric,
   which succombed instantaneously
   (without counting sheep)
nor joining the make belive rank and file world
   with the likes of little bo peep

an immediate notion arose
   to latch onto and ignore
   this most delightful, flight of fancy deed
(not ***** nor done dirt cheap),
    but a natural function
   one cannot overdose nor excede

the USDA quotidian requirement,
   where cares and concerns
   of an uncertain world freed
yet an asolute bare necessity for stayin' alive
   plus richly textured unrivaled vista devoid of greed
additionally cost and gluten free, NON GMO,
   zero caloric effortless need

   (words of caution to take seriously to heart),
   and note that if one doth not yield, but sure to read
   the small print affixed like a label each mind
   forcing to squeeze out every metaphorical
   drop of open eyed juice  
   perhaps resorting to **** or speed

   that silent slurred speech, physical lashing,
   head dropping fatique
   will invite Halloween aparitions, delusions,
   grand hallucinations, et cetera
   as if one smoked wacky ****

the forces of anatomical and physiological
   heft will take charge ahoy
and blast at top notch nautical surge,
will wrest control against blistering,
   festering against withering heights
   delivering balms away at feeble attempts
   to retain losing battle to remain alert oh boy
no matter how much effort summoned,
   (even feigning wakefulness as a decoy)

the trappings of oblivion
   i.e. sinking into profound dreamland,
   whether an individual ascribes to be Jew or goy
which Maxwell House maxim
   “the key to better relationships may be more sleep”
no mortal ought to take lightly,
   but pay heed lest the grim reaper doth creep
stealthily and scythe lent lee steal
   a haggard skiff of flesh and bone
   whereat  corporeal essence no more
   will there be for the soul to keep.
theeghostwriter Oct 2016
My Aura
deep the heart of Pandora.
thick.
shimmering thoughts make me shiver.
Pandora.
my mind is occupied by irrelevant thoughts;
"What time do I need to wake up tomorrow?"
but I don't trust my own body
this is why I live in sorrow.
I created a machine called technology, this was meant to work for me but now... I follow?

I deny.
The fact that I push my freedom away because I'm too used to following.
I deny.
to follow the hypocrisy influenced by society when the minority is sober.
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