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Josiah Archuleta Sep 2018
I've been hiding being these empty smiles
Imprisoned in my own mind
This anguish
Stop me before I bleed
The echoes of her voice
The memories I cast
Follow me down
There must be serenity
While still descending
To the demons of my own design
Star BG Sep 2018
FAITH + HEART = SERENITY
LIGHT + DARK = BALANCE
DETERMINATION + FOCUS = DREAMS
LESSONS + PATIENCE = UNDERSTANDING
GRATITUDE + BREATH =WISDOM
GOD + AWAKENING = GRAND JOURNEY

YOU + ME = A GIFT FOR HUMANITY
MATH CAN INDEED BY FUN WHEN ONE HAS THE RIGHT ATTITUDE
Sara Kellie Sep 2018
Starting with coverage from BBC2.

Brushing calm shadows into
pastel hills.
A rhythm paints terrain a
sugary brown.
Flicks of green create
fauliage serene.
The clean tasteless air is
cotton soft.
A effortless stream runs
cobalt clear.
Where salmon gymnastics begin
each year.
Squirrels practice dance routines a
glamorous red.
The doormice dressed and ready
for bed.

Continuing coverage on Ch4.

The perch, the tench sat together on an underwater bench.
Discussing bait and hooks whilst flicking through some fishing books.
What's he eating? Mr Mole,
it looks like cheese and ham
on a soft brown roll.
There's a chicken and a fox that
live round here.
Seriously, they've been dating each other for about a year.
Now, if you take the next left,
then over the stye.
There's a duck lives there,
call in and say, hi!

Poetry by Kaydee.
Poetry by Kaydee present what is believed to be a creative first.
One story, one habitat, one poem giving you the viewer, two different narratives.
Now here's another twist because instead of you, the reader, reading a poem in the traditional way. We handed our work straight to two television broadcasters and they have each made a program exactly as they wanted with no constraints.
Showcasing two well known broadcasters with polar opposite styles.
Poetry by Kaydee presents to you 'The Meadow'. We take up the story with BBC2 before switching over to CH4.
Will you notice a change of style as we go from the 'high brow' production of the BBC to a more laid back, social media type of production from Channel 4.
CLAIRE NOTEA Sep 2018
The most beautiful moment.

Tears.
Like oceans overflowing barricades.
The flood.
I Drown for your breath.

I blow your face,
perfectly still.
Serene, tragic.
Tiny, fulfilling.
Why did this happen?

The tears keep coming.
Even now,
hidden in a painful box, my mind, pandora guards.

I remember the first embrace.
I arrived, late.
You were thrown to me
before I could catch my breath.
before I could compose.
before I could gather. be strong.

Floods came. They still do.
Here you were.
Yet were not.
Why.

I blow.
It doesn’t come.
I prayed and I blew and still you were.
Surrounded.
Tragedy.
Beauty.
Nightmares.
Here you were.

We are lucky I suppose.
We treasure those days, in the depths of our chambers, they are ours.
Precious.
Untouched by the demons.
No one can tarnish.

I took you and bathed you
as the tears engulfed my soul
slowly and quickly
drowning a piece of me.
Of our family.  

Pain touching
my every capillary.
Still I blew.

You broke me.
You connected me.
You taught me.

Real love.
Real meaning.
Still.
A true moment in time. The saddest and happiest. It is in honour of my moment. And every 17 families per day. 1010.
Dominic Wright Aug 2018
I asked for a sign to ease my mind.
I guess you heard it.
Maybe that is why the moon is so bright
And following me everywhere I go.
You have your eye on me.

The night was warm like the tea you made
But inviting like the last hug you gave me.

Calm night for a damaged soul.
Grant me serenity,
Show me you are there.

I miss you.
Angie S Aug 2018
a hushed conversation between the leaves and wind
lonely crowing from cicadas at summer's end
bubbling fountains crashing like grand waterfalls
shuffling in the trees; scraps of nuts raining as the squirrels feast
girls laughing together; boys calling each other
in the distance, a deep growl as tires tread asphalt
and thoughts, blissful thoughts
just about a week ago, i moved from my hometown, and from my family and friends, to a new city for college.
i have nobody here for company but myself and everything around me.
so i wrote about my closest friend here,
everything around me.
Jack L Martin Aug 2018
I like trees.  
So do the bees.
Scents of flowers on pillowing breeze.  
Share this moment, will you please? 
 Seriously!  don't just tease.
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