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 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
arcane
like bags under your eyes
i wanted to stay
but much like a blemish
you worked hard to get me away
like blood in your veins
i wanted to help you live
but much like a disease
you fought me away
Now I am turning to right
Here I find emotional light.
Brightness adores me sure
I am turning to right is pure.

Turning matters with day,
In dew of light I ever say.
Giving hope I often think,
Turning to God I do link.

Birth turns to death again,
Some feel joy some get pain.
Rain is tear of cloud all see,
Feel mind now in light thee.

You favour me all here sure
You are souls are too pure.
To bring day time turns night
I am turning to right for light.
Life has many turns. Night turns and day comes. Likewise ignorance goes away and wisdom fills life in happiness.  Turning and feeling life is interesting in this theme. While we turn towards God life becomes successful as we feel his boon.
 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
anu
A Year ago, in the same date
As A Stranger I entered this beautiful Garden Hp
A Beautiful flower (Elsa) drags me with her pure heart
Wise words (from wolf, Sir Poet,Jack, etc.) kept me to know the life’s secret
Sweet buds (Smiriti, Aarvie,) enjoys me with their great writes
Love Birds (Brandon &jane;) echoes me their beautiful rhythms
My Beautiful Bros (ryn, Joe, pradip,spt, Mufiq) supports me and admires with their strong writes
My Sweet sisters (Donna, pax, nimah, Vicki) fills my heart with their pure poems
All my new friends (Eddie, patty, gray l, tropica, wepping willow, Mysterious , Jimmy, its gona make sense, packin heat ,Poetry journal,Dark n beautiful, Wilson, Rose, James, Margaux, Asim, etc) gave me beautiful space and spirits..
Being a part of this beautiful family, felt proud and happy. I take this day to thank all my family who supports me and hears me. My sincere thanks to all.(might missed someone. Thanks to them too.)
I miss many beutiful poets especially my aka (elsa)..
Sorry missed some important members who constantly support me
(Ignetious Hosina,Gutham,HB,Thomas A Robinson)
 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
ryn
Airborne
 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
ryn
••
•now-
here near,
you   exist
so far•fur-
ther    than
my   vision
could  ever
reach•many
kilometres away is wh-
ere you are•faraway land on a distant beach•let
foreign winds drench my senses•let the offshore sand greet
my feet • let us come to a consensus....• that soon our gazes
would me-
et•chance
might sur-
face by the
end of this
night•wi-
th the dawning of mo-
rrow's morn•grant me the wings
to take flight • put me on a plane




and render me airborne
Where are you?
I need you?
I request for you,
Are you there?
Hello?
C-Can you hear me?
I'm scared!
What is safe without you?
I solicitate for you?
Will you please be here?
I need you!
Will you be mine?
My eyes have captured so many visions of you
The way you smile
How beautifully you dance
I see your heart
It's so gentle and white in the purest form

Your strength is relentless
Your determination always prevalent

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
I've had the honour
The time
To watch you grow
My aim was to guide you
To teach you
Yet you have taught me so much more
Your energy
Humour
Fun
Intelligence
Shines like the brightest star

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
From the first day I held you
And each night since
I have watched you sleep
Stroked your beautiful face
Wishing all the best for you
Hoping all your dreams will come true
Being your mother
Has been the greatest blessing
As I remember each moment
Treasured Memories
My eyes capturing so many visions of you
Painting daily........
A portrait of my love ~
Written for my beautiful child who teaches me so much about myself and life in general I have watched her over the last 13 years with such interest and the depth of love felt moves me to tears  thanking God for this blessing
i.

Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;

ii.

Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;

iii.

Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;

iv.

Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;

v.

Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;

vi.

Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Poetry Is...  

...a journey
...to magical places
never seen....never been to...  

...places...we don't wish
to be...  
places...we'd rather be...

...a palette...
paints the world
black...white...
yellow....green...blue...

...white doves fly somewhere
some places...
red covers the atmosphere

...a bucket
of faces...names...moments
we remember
or forget

....a potpourri...
of sweet nothings
curses
promises, broken
unheard conversations

...of bleeding hearts,
feelings reciprocated,  
smiles, escaping from
contented lips

...of lovers, riding
tandem bikes
flying kites
planning
dreaming...
unending

...of grips
loosening
leaving...
still, we breathe
still, we exist...

Poetry is anything...tangible...invisible
Poetry is US....the WORLD....

(10W X 10)


Sally

Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
A father will be
never the same anymore
after death of his beloved époussée
he was called daddy then and more
because he loved his daughter truly.

After death of his wife
begins the biggest strife
he feels himself no more daddy
he acts as uncle-to-be, a tragedy

daddy no more
uncle always and encore


© Sylvia Frances Chan
    Copyright Protected
If the mother dies, a father behaves as a non-father, he feels no responsibility anymore, his attitude is mere like an uncle, he does not support his daughter anymore, and also no insight from himself to support his daughter.
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