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George Krokos Nov 2019
When water flows
downward it goes
and those around
rejoice the sound
from heaven's store
showers galore.

Farmers are pleased
their burdens eased
for crops shall grow
harvest will show
and dams get filled
scarcity killed.

Soils come alive
and start to thrive
moisture absorbed
below it's stored
to do the work
it doesn't shirk.

Nature's seasons
have their reasons
they come and leave
and don't deceive
when water flows
good it bestows.

The rains that fall
on parched land stall
drought in a place
and then may trace
a river's course
gravity's force.

It's not alright
to see the sight
of too much rain
that's come again
in a short time
and out of clime.

When water flows
but harm it shows
who is to blame
to change the game
and to restore
harmony's shore?
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Written in 2019.
Sketcher Apr 2019
I have allowed her,
To take my underwear and shirt,
Nine days without her,
And now it really ******* hurts,
Pride has been swallowed,
My feelings have all been destroyed,
Now I feel hollow,
My heart is simply just a void,
A dark empty space,
Only one way to recover,
I must see her face,
Her soft lips I’ll rediscover,
Slow kissing a while,
As essence is being restored,
Pull back, see her smile,
Now the essence is in the core,
I can feel again,
She has given me back my soul,
She’s the only one,
That can make me quickly feel whole,
I will reach for her,
She will reach for me,
We will be happy,
For eternity,
She’s my other half,
She would say that is gay,
I’m gay for this girl,
Forever and Always,
An optimistic outlook comes into play when I have the honor of holding her close.
Arcassin B Oct 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Kisses make up for the pain of breaking feelings of the people that you never
Would let you down in an on-going cycle of emotional rollercoasters and flashlight
Demons decorating the inside of your mind,
When you fall , where does the half go when you pivot?
Does your other half restore all of that ****** healing?
Is his love so high that it reaches the ceiling like the top of a flying lotus
Spewing paint over cities,
How could you tell?
Could we all prevail from what love will make us?
Is this hell? Is this lust in shell?
Is it that obvious?
I don’t know if we we're moving slow or we're moving fast,
But she was all I ever wanted , at the time was all I had,
There's not a single night and day that I would change If I tried,
All the other people in my life has always lied,
And two of the most important people in my life has died,
The one above all watches , where all the love will reside.

/

Sun warmed to submission to a higher purpose,
My times wasted but I don't want to leave you,
The joy in my heart will manifests itself from your smile and,
I got another remedy for your virtue,
Whatever falls upon you will fall upon me to, then we'll both fall
Knowing I have feelings for you,
But I heard through the longest grapevine equip with thorns that
You would see another,
I was not ready for this,
Not knowing it would end with your betrayal to be so under cover,
I was afraid of this,
Glad I took it slow, Just like molasses,
In my walk I'm just so weakened by deceit and social sadness.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/falls-slowing-walking-road-to-minds-eye.html
lovelywildflower Sep 2018
I'll paint my room yellow
and make it bright
so maybe it will restore my light
So maybe I can feel like the sun again
Isaac Sep 2018
Your reality reflects your heart.
When your heart is warm,
Reality is sweet.
When your heart is cold,
Reality is bitter.
Look after your heart.
Let God nurture it
And restore it.
Come and give it to him.
For it is not the location
Of your body,
But rather,
The location of your heart
That determines your peace.
Keep your heart alive
In the presence of your creator.
Written 20 September 2018
ardnaxela Jul 2018
The clouds of Pompeii
had nothing on his heart.
An eruption of UNCERTAINTY
then
his world e-x-p-l-o-d-e-d.
lights extinguighed,
joy (deleted).
Night is now who was once Day.
Corruption of a steaming bliss.
Darkness gripped his mind -
insomnia, coupled with a blind-ness..
that could only be caused
by some serious disruption....
like the ash of Pompeii when it settled
or the pain of a burnt page.
I'm sorry Teddy.
PoserPersona Jul 2018
In the cusp of closing night, I look into your weary eyes;
once outshining city lights. I see no way to realize
the healing of this blight - I venture to make a phoenix cry.
Remedy of such mythos might, might just prove unjust lies.
Chance restoring your ere vacant sight - fighting soul’s primal guide.
As any chance to restore my bride, binds our fractured lives.

...No words to describe affliction already decided.
Bryce May 2018
My mind emerges from the muck of dream
Sheen of crust and blurry view

In my mind you loom

In my dreams you sing your tune.

Step, clomp, foot, stomp

Off these laces
Pull these wagons
Heft these towers
Lay their power

Dream of vistas green and new
Untouched where?
there I see you

Log cabin of Linking Logs
Cobble our souls and roll them in stones
Heat our hearths and steam our schemes
Give us that leftover dream

But flags wave in every breeze
There is no land for my free

And that farm on the brook
I dream of maintenance
Will fall as quick
into this reapere

to pull the gift of life from dying soil
And play that I can have paradise
on earth

With iron ore
and sweat of toil

I will build a walled garden
to respect the rest
and tell myself

To keep dreaming.
Steve Page Nov 2017
Oh, grant me a new song.
A start again afresh with no regrets song.
One with a bridge to a new accord,
a song with which I can get on board.
Something that strikes a stronger chord
with those who like me
long to be
fully
factory
restored.

A song with a fresher melody
(and I definitely need a different harmony),
something that's part of a wider symphony
maybe with an occasional solo part 
for me.

A song that I get to sing with gusto,
maybe to a slightly quicker tempo,
a step up from my imposed Adagio,
closer to a brisker Allegretto.

Oh Lord,
you see me.
You see that I long to sing.
Can you please
wipe me clean
and write a new song with me.
Fresh starts aren't easy.  You need a helping hand.
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