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 Sep 2015 Et cetera
Maria Imran
Death like a serpent ready to hiss glares from the glass door of the hospital room asking God his permission to enter and destroy.

Mercy points to the waiting room where several hands have joined in prayer and heads of a few are bowed in prostration and tears from nearly everyone are wetting clothes creased from an overnight stay.

God says wait. And he lets Mercy push Death behind--until next time.
Dedicated to my taye-abba (uncle). He's in a critical condition. If you could keep him in prayers, that would be great.
 Sep 2015 Et cetera
Melissa S
One pulls me down in a sea of tenderness
safe gentle lapping waves of love and comfort
so soothing like a warm summer pond in the south
He is my anchor

The other loves me like a wild forbidden passionate rush
an all consuming type of love, making the world disappear
clinging to a life raft in a turbulent sea
He is my storm

Enticing waters with the luminous waves that can tempt the dead from their bed. My soul longs for both. I cannot drift off to peaceful sleep until the waves of desire find their sweet release. A wondrous storm of love in a turbulent sea or a steadfast anchor that has taken hold on a part of me
 Sep 2015 Et cetera
Dr Peter Lim
Purple daisies
in the silent fields
to their beauty
my heart with passion yields
this season
the next then
always in sweet succession
a miracle without end
I wish to thank Purple Daisies, a fellow-writer in HP, for giving her consent to the use of the title. Thanks, beautiful Purple Daisies!
 Sep 2015 Et cetera
Epic Monkey
You are the vase on the edge of the table
Falling down at minimal action at anytime
and there is no enough glue available
to fix the million fragments you'd become

You are the drug overdose
And the only antidote
Swinging to each extreme dose
Intoxicating then catching falls

We are a puzzle of mismatching parts
Failing to show what we must portray
We're on a journey of intertwined paths
With a broken compass to guide the way

Peace endeavors gone with the wind
Never stop the impending storm
Boiling blood under frozen skin
Will never keep our hearts warm

And so we wait
We wait for life
For the new season to overlap
as the old one fades
For the clock to whirl
At a faster pace
For love to show
in a tight embrace
For tragedy to wear off
the angel's face

~Epic Monkey
She was different
because of the stars in her eyes.
She was different
because the universe was her playground.
She was different
because the sun was her crown.

The planets surrounded her
and served her in grace.
Full aware of her beauty and excellence,
still she did the unthinkable.
She robbed the moon from me
leaving an empty sky to play with

She was different
because she didn't care.
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