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Nature sings a song, melodious and sweet
In colours brown, yellow, green and
blue
Resplendent the rainbow arcs
In every hue
Replenishes the soul
Joyous, the heart
Dances to Nature’s Beats
Surface tension
Wearing thin
Emaciated
Bones in skin
The shock sets in
Upon the sight
Of transformations
Into this
Cadaverous
Dehumanist
Adapting to impractical
Apathy practiced
Tactfully
To physically appear to them
Augmented exoskeleton
  Nov 2018 Tammy M Darby
SassyJ
Reality strikes like a gong
stories foretold and whispers take turns
such a wild-fire unrestrained
spreading in empty cases
across the unheard sounds
within the pressure of their minds

Sometimes, time just makes it right
and the sound of the rain
slowly sweeps the prejudiced remarks
as their gestures are suffocated
in the remnants of their insinuations
across my inhabited alacrity

In the whispers of my dreams
I felt their creeping shadows
those words filled with judgement
apprehended inside unreformed reasons
across the many eyes that I see
logged with unmovable and manic chaos
I have no time to judge or change anyone. Take off your own logs first....***
So went to a party with a onesie and slept under a table.... What’s your problem? I am not into Gucci
Tammy M Darby Nov 2018
The world was a place of happiness and smiles
Safety was the warmth of parents arms
And your bed a castle?
Or was it a fort?

Laughing and tumbling fat children
Fearing nothing
Except falling and scraping your knee
Upon which
Your mother would run and inquire'
While you hid behind her apron
What made you cry
Softly cooing
Wiping your eyes
As a mother does

You laughed at the clouds
And stuck your tongue out to taste the rain
Clumsy fingers caught tiny minnows
Listened to the smoke stack howl of faraway metal trains
And the throaty sounds of downy covered wide eyed owls
Remember the times as a child

Before the clouds gave way
A child you were no more
And opened your eyes to the day
Having no wish to play with reality
Scampered carelessly away
As little ones often do

Falling and scraping your knee
Upon which  
Your mother ran to see'
What made you cry
Wiping your eyes with tender hands
While softly cooing
Comforting sighs
As a mother does
Remember the times as a child

@ Tammy M. Darby Nov. 27, 2018.
  Nov 2018 Tammy M Darby
Farhan Ahmed
The bridge of vision connects
Because a part of her suggests innocence
But an absence of knowledge drowned my boat
No more days on earth
In her arms of color reflects in suave drops
Wet and blue lands, steps taken and the crops live
No more days on earth
For I will not rest below the spring
This does not tell everything
  Nov 2018 Tammy M Darby
Angela Raven
A wanderer lost in a dream
Faced jeopardy as the world spin
Looks like a damsel in distress
Needing love, not wanting any less.
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