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 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Heather Elise
Please just don't untie the threads connecting me to you.
a strong red string is tied to your finger and to mine
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Francie Lynch
When I was two
I was told
What to do.
When to sleep,
When to eat,
Sometimes
When to pooh.
That's okay,
In fact, it's cool,
I was two,
Not yet in school.
I can't dismiss
That life of bliss.

When I turned six
I started school;
For sixteen years
I followed rules.
I got Qualified,
I got Certified,
I got Bone Fide,
I shoulda been Beatified.
I did what I was told.
I was sold.

I enjoyed
Middle-class life,
Rising early,
Then late at night.
Worked for the man
As best I can;
Reaped rewards,
Came out unscarred
Because I was
A rules vanguard.

I'm older now,
There's no rules,
So don't tell me
What to do.
But, there's one thing
I'll tell you.

Success isn't measured
In cars and homes
(there's some success in chromosomes),
Just follow rules
To your advantage;
You're not weak,
It shows your courage.
Secure the best
For your life's voyage.

Now,
That I'm sixty-two,
Say what you want,
I'm deaf to you.
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Joe Cole
The words in a torrent flowed
Enthusiasm then unbound
But as the poem grew
The torrent slowed
The words could not be found

Advice she sought from one old man
To guide her on the way
Keep it simple keep it short
Was what that old man did say

When a pup is born it is the norm
To stagger on wobbly legs
Made of rubber no control
Over multi jointed pegs

But given time the muscles grow
And develop more control
And as the weeks and months progress
The pup becomes a whole

And so it is with our kids on here
You must learn to walk before you run
Then in the fullness of time
The greater works will come
Just a quick scribble
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Joe Cole
It's early in the morning, the sun comes over the mountain
peaks
To reveal a million shimmering diamonds scattered round her
feet
Each a liquid sphere of beauty shot through with rainbow
light
Only the magic hand of nature could create this wondrous
sight
A million glittering dew drops were laid there over
night
Each is now a diamond transformed by the suns warm
light
She sits in stunned amazement as each diamond fades
away
Burned off by the rising sun with the coming of the
day
The idea here was to incorporate factual nature, glistening dew drops with a bit of imagination
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Creep
Smile :D
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Creep
Make-up won't make you pretty,
a smile will.
hello
by martin solveig
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
WickedHope
"The dead just seem to sleep so soundly..." she said.
No.
It's all wrong.
****.
I'm gone.
 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Shannon Jeffery
To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war
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*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Reply to the dearest Poet Joe Cole's this week challenge:
this poem is based on life how it has become changed in course of time like a rolling stone to a grain.

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(Joe Cole's Challenge)

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 Jul 2019 ThePoet
Xander King
I don't believe in love at first sight,
I believe in lust a first sight.
You cant see my soul in a passing glance.
Midnight thoughts.
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