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It’s high time, high tide
we push the boats out


a stone   ’   s throw away


my arm gets stronger
and everything
gets further and further
Written summer 2017 in Whitstable
Jaden Apr 2018
She stands,
A hand on his shoulder,
Under green-shadowed
Arches.

His tears flow freely-
Fallen petals on
Stone
Cold
Ground.

Indigo-ivory blossoms
Soak up
Despair.
Inspired by "April Love," a painting by Arthur Hughes, 1885.
© KMH 2018
Aidan Mays Apr 2018
Unwavering I stand before the onslaught of decay;
A gust of wind will wear me thin;
and the downpour of rain will leave streaks across my cheek;
But I am unchanged;
I dare not make a move, for if I take a step I'll crumble and fall;
But today I am myself and shall not change until I turn to dust;
I am a man set in stone;
Silent and motionless;
Amy Apr 2018
i feel the light shining through
me as though water one day decided
to go through a stone
in one magnificent line
as if the stone had become air
and forgotten it was a stone
The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic 
     putting life at risk, 
     thus laudatory alternative
 
     intending to offer Sweetwater 
     to last a lifetime would make fleet
(installed at Florida International University, 
     with eager pedestrians ready to greet 
crossing grand opening, 
     where local dignitaries didst meet 
     viz Miami-Dade County 
     Saturday (March eleventh 2018) 
witnessing ghastly collapsed 
     Thursday (March fifteenth 2018) 
afternoon onto Southwest Eighth Street. 

An unknown number 
     of fatalities surmised, 
while several others 
     were hospitalized. 

Prior to groundbreaking 
     with placement guised
of the attendant pomp 
     and circumstances exercised
setting cornerstone, 
     the projected 
     general estimation apprised

sans building costs totaled $14.2 million 
and funded as part of a $19.4 million grant 
from the US Department of Transportation. 

The fact sheet boasted the sheer intensity 
comparable to withstand strength of a 
category 5 hurricane, and supposed to last 
for more than 100 years. 

Within the blink of an eye, no ifs ands, 
nor abutments squared with ratiocination 
earning civil engineers bragging rights, 
which boastful, delightful, fanciful stead
fastness touted thwarting titanic tenable 
taxing shock waves. 

Now only a scattered pile (formerly comp
rising beams footings, and piers) of rein
forced concrete capped with a bent ele
ment defying hallelujahs, karaoke kudos,
and bobble headed nods,

now impish jinns keep leering, mocking,
and naysaying to fading echoing reverberations
leveled at the laughingstock of an architectural
(duff) feat. Further scrutiny will attempt to cap

chore structural weaknesses. Amidst snapped,
crackled, and popped strewn cables entwined girders
(whose premature destruction) will also warrant
any arresting tell tale signs of unusual stress.
Crystal Freda Feb 2018
sharp,
blue,
cubic,
shines like dew.

curved,
pure,
and finest
allure.

Ionic,
shimmer shown,
a beautiful substance
in this healing stone.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A dark hour,
In a endless shore
With a fixed expression
And a fixed emotions
No veins, No breathe
Defying Sci-Fi fantasy
All of sudden,
Penetrating a silence
A smile,
A sweet dream,
A presence,
A cadence radiant
Taking a deep breathe,
Cold stones,
A source of decency
Fuel of Inspiration
Here a free verse, never gets ended
Just continue to inspire
Genre: Abstract
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A new day begins
As endless like a pristine breeze
Instant defines a silent choir
Stimulated air touches a soul
Precious moments yet to track
Nothing seems, for granted
Like an art, a living stone

This, too, will pass.
Genre: Abstract
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
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