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 Feb 2018 Lote Do
Kara Ashley
Beauty doesn't mean
Pretty eyes
Gettin all the guys
Clear skin
Stick thin
Everyone.
Everything..
Has beauty
Beauty is skin deep
The phrase is so cliche, yet so true
Ignored by the ones who need it
Beautiful soul
Beautiful heart
Beautiful personality
That is the beauty in us
God sees our true beauty, even if it's hidden from the world
You can go through with a false understanding of the word,
Or...
You can choose to see the beauty that God has put into each and every one of our lives.
The beauty of potential
Beauty is a choice
Not a fact.
Dear God, I need a moment
I know it's been a while
You know I do not go to church
That just is not my style

I do not pray like others do
I believe in what is right
So, God I ask you hear me
On this dark and lonely night

I do not ask redemption
I'm too far gone you know
I'm not one who is worth saving
Deep down you know it's so

The people who are righteous
Who are here to spread your word
Are wolves wrapped in sheep's clothing
Working hard to fleece the herd

I'm not one who will follow
I don't buy the tales they sell
When I am dead and buried
I'm not in heaven but in hell

I'm cutting out the middle man
For they don't own my trust
They're ******* their believers
They use your name with every ******

I hope that you can hear me
Though I've used your name in vain
They confess and pay their penance
Then they do it all again

If the only way to heaven
Is to buy a ticket in
Then I guess I'm well committed
So, I'll live my life in sin

The sinners should be punished
I know you and I agree
But, who made them judge and jury
Who chooses what they see?

Dear God when all is finished
My soul is mine alone to lose
But, where I spend my future
Is up to you to choose

So, God, I'm here just talking
Not confessing to my sin
I'm not here to say I'm leaving
I guess, I'm only checking in.
 Feb 2018 Lote Do
Amogh Sharma
I walk and I think
I sit and I drink
And wonder
What is it like to be happy
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I hid deep away inside
Yet each time it was wrenched
By people
By circumstance
And by me
For inside I feel empty
Though I know my capacity for heart
Though I know my capacity for life
I may not always win
But I seem to have forgotten the feeling
But I’m not sure I always lose
Because I see all around me
And know unhappiness is fleeting
But if so
Then why do I still feel so hollow
So alone, in a world where
There is so much apparent happiness
It seems
Just around the corner
 Dec 2017 Lote Do
Seema
A blessed year it has been
So many things done
Happy and broken I've seen
You were amongst one

Wishes I have for, all of you
May you continue to write
For your ink may never dry up
As all darkness may ease with light

Here at Hello Poetry
I heartedly thank you all
For every poet who has read and supported
And would pull me up, when my poems would fall

From the isles of Fiji
I wish you all happiness and joy
It's gonna be a blast tonight
I hope you all will enjoy....


©sim
Love to all.
 Dec 2017 Lote Do
sunprincess
Peppermint candy canes
born of the imagination
and peppermint fascination
of a candy maker
Came to be in the year 1670
Or so legend has written

Christmas isn't Christmas
without candy canes
red and white striped
candy canes
 Dec 2017 Lote Do
Sam
Warmth
 Dec 2017 Lote Do
Sam
I used to call it Christmas.

All of it, when I was younger. The lights stemming out from around the (real) tree, the neighbors' decorations, the candles at Christmas mass. The cookies that would be sat upon a plate the night before, and the feast we would cook up the morning of the day of. The garbage bag full of torn wrapping paper, and the sinking in exhaustion from failing to truly conquer the second or third day jet lag. The smiles and the laughter and the pictures and the hugs and kisses (family).

One year, suddenly, it was just the three of us.

The year after, I learned that my extended family could hate me, one day.

And now there's a country none of us have been to in years.
(It used to be an annual thing.)

It stopped being Christmas when it lost its magic.

And for a while, I thought that was it. Done. Gone.

But it isn't about "Christmas",
the tradition of it or the religion or just the name
(or it can be and it is but it doesn't need to be)
because it's about warmth.


About the couple I gave up on half-a-decade ago looking in love again.
About making the ones who look on the verge of tears just smile instead.
About the people you love, who love you back, with absolute certainty.
About the street lights (pollution-causing or not) chasing away the dark.

It's about healing, about the fact that things can be fixed.
It's about hope, about how broken things aren't always broken.
It's about the cold, how someone's there to heat up your soul after it.

It's about warmth.
 Dec 2017 Lote Do
mascatics
The saviour was sent
And we are all saved.
No sinners, no righteous is excluded.

This is a season to be merry,
To be thankful, and to be generous.
Our hearts leap for each love shared.
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