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Rat Oct 2017
My teeth hurt when I eat candy,
But I do it anyways
Because sometimes the hurt
Is worth the sweetness.
I am a man,
In search of a woman.
Musically talented and open of heart.
Someone whom i can sing with.
All i bring is a voice sometimes toneless, but always true.
A person who brings the music nestled in their soul.
Who with the children running and screaming ,
And the flowers lilting in the yard .
Brings rhythm to the home...
Thats whats makes a home is the music that love brings .
We could sing to each other in all tones.
Of love and loss,
When the tears stream, as the smiles radiate .
From a glance only momentary malaise ,
.yet even in that darkness or voices fill the void.
The one we where born with ,
The one that in life we feared there was no escape.
Never knowIng wholeness till we found our song.
We dance.... we dance,d.
The tune we made in us
with our voice as one,
Sang light into the dark places.
Through the years
AS drops of rain and as life comes with pain
i gave you gently to the earth
With tears i sang to your earth
And left the sweet treasure that warmed you in life

Days.
            Filled with silence.
No more waking to the sound of risen voice.
Sound , sweet melody.
Days of silence...
Turned as the green of leaves to years.
No song only tears from the dreams.
Of green fields, your sweet hand grasping me,
And your lips as roses.
Sweeter melodies then ever sung.
Waking only with tear stained cheeks,
And a Feeling a diminisheing distance.
Days have passed now my cane is only a memory,
Wheels and withering legs have been reality.
No song.
Only nattering of young people that don't believe they'll die.
Sitting quietly in my cell,
Apartment to those not incarcerated.
Almost a year since those formerly screaming children showed.
Let alone i feel my darkness coming.
And for some reason all i hear is our song, your voice.
As the lights go down our song swirls into everything,
Or nothing depending your view.
I do hope that we dance in death...
As we did in Life.
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2017
You are my golden Sun,
Your brilliant smiles
Play sweet melodies in my heart.
You are my beautiful rainbow,
An artist's palatte of colours,
A different happy shade for each new day.
You are my bright,white moon,
Glowing, smoothing away my fears and tears.
With your mesmerising look.
You are my twinkling stars
In the night sky,
Glistening jewels of my eyes
Studded with clusters of beauty.
You are the red, red rose
That fills my being with your sweet fragrance.
You are the Apple of my eye,
Delicious,juicy,crunchy,
A frosting on my cake.
You are my guardian Angel,
A very precious gift,
Loving, caring and tender,
The light of my life.
Dedicated  to my granddaughter on her birthday
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Sweet Winterberry
Born in a womb of glaciers
Fall on my tongue crisp

Sweet Winterberry
Feel the kiss of the sunshine
As rainwashed is pure

Sweet Winterberry
Plucked and baked into **** pies
Tendrils of warmth blossom
Some haikus from my journal.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
In the world we live in, love
is grass while hatred is but
a poisoned flower.
Grow and share
the sweetness
within.
Give love and eventually you will receive it.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
People swallow honey and
tell sweet lies.
A skill one needs to learn to detect...and do.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
The lyre of love sings
The flutes of God inspires
The angels of silvern wings
Spindle of dread's pyre

You wear the crown, my sweet
Let stars light up your dreams
Speak true, my parakeet
Spread your wings and soar and
gleam
A lullaby that I wrote. I sang this to a baby and she fell sound asleep
© Lyn Purcell
Oskar Erikson Jun 2017
Now i
can dance the bittersweet steps;
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without the music.
Dharker Jun 2017
Sweetness lives with
many bitter moments
Soft petals welt
ravishing this sense
When the moment is right
the end plants the seed
where the ground is
ready to decompose
the lessons of growth

Now,
belonging
to the bugs
and Earth
the recycling of birth
recreates our finest memories
and leaves it in the wind
Where dust of our past
will soon be forgotten
Leaving no physical trial
of our belonging
If we reach past the idea, we soon create something we don't even understand.
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