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 Sep 2017 Book Thief
BarelyABard
Into the woods my path may go,
where flora whispers to shadow below
Lose your feet then you might see
my phantom in the willow tree.

Perhaps the mountains call my name
to catch a beast no storm can tame.
With every precipice I'd know
an answer hidden in the snow.

But every stream heads to the sea,
where depths are raging, wild and free.
Endless waves, a soul of blue,
the water sings for me and you.

The sky may be a road as well,
far beyond the gates of hell.
May clouds and starlight fill my eyes
until my "wandering" finally dies.

Paths to travel, roads to meet.
I feel the world beneath my feet.
The universe has opened wide,
for heart and mind to step inside.
 Sep 2017 Book Thief
Paul Butters
No life or death
Pain or pleasure
Galaxy
Or Universe
No more beautiful dawns or dusks
No world of wonders
Or anything
Once we are gone.

So it’s Now Boys!
Attention!
As Huxley said
On “Island”.
Live for Now.
For this very moment.

Stop.
Let your mind go blank.
Listen to your body
And all that surrounds you.

Breathe in the oxygen
That gives us life.
Admire the sky
And all beneath it.

Join with nature:
Sapping grass and foliage
The song of birds
As Mummy Sparrow feeds her fluffy chick
Its beak open wide
Clamouring for food.

Enjoy it all
While it lasts.

Paul Butters
This one has been simmering for a while....
 Sep 2017 Book Thief
wordvango
I smiled
at the nurse practitioner
as she googled me
checked my prostrate
found my web site and
found I was still
young enough
young enough
not dead yet
I wanted to yell into her
stethoscope
want to have a cup
of coffee later, babe?
 Sep 2017 Book Thief
wordvango
I kick the pile of ants see
them get fired up
little specks all running wild
rebuild that nest
protect their queen
just to wonder life
how mysteriously
glorious
those specks of dirt almost
have a destiny as
much as ours
and who's to say
we will always be
the Kings and Queens
someone small
or unseen
may someday kick
our nest
 Sep 2017 Book Thief
wordvango
Let's write like water
prose a tome so vivid in its
clear and cool
make fluid words that flow drip
down from gashes mountains pure
from eyelashes say clouds gush
every grain of sand dirt clod
of clay may bow down glistening
pump its substance from wells
drilled deeply into our hearts core
lakes of poetry filled with crystal beauty blue
but that is the sky coloring
its clear
right there in front of you
tension keeping her
round
about
see that tear?
it is there
on a cheek
in an eye waiting
to flow
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