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 Nov 2018 J L James
nivek
a single bloom
first few notes of a song
a rain shower
falling snow
children playing
kindness
a poem
freedom from yourself.
 Nov 2018 J L James
Edmund black
Knowledge is knowing
I can write beautiful poetry
Say all the right words
To motivate you
and
To tell you all will be fine
Stay strong
Show up for yourself
And
focus on the things
that really matter
You’re perfectly perfect
In every way

But
Wisdom is knowing
No matter how many
Beautiful poetry I’ve written
To motivate you
I still may not reach
Your inner soul

Because wisdom
Is knowing that
Too many people
Are forever stuck
At the age of their
Worst trauma

Wisdom is knowing
The voices inside
Your head will always
Be the loudest

Philosophy is knowing
And
wondering if I too
May be a victim of this
Beautiful world called life
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 Nov 2018 J L James
Edmund black
It takes faith to release
what is good for what is better
There will be the ones that God sends
There will be the ones that send themselves
There will be the ones you seek after.
Knowing the difference
will make
A world of a difference
And
save you
a lot of hurt
Strongly rooted yet flexible,
the higher it grows, the deeper it bows.

Bend but don’t break.
Keep calm and free yourself to sway.

Gently dance in the rhythm of the winds
and firmly stand to the ground.

Be a bamboo that stoops, but strong.
Tuesday years ago,
32 minutes before 5:00,
the time where the
adopted son of Calliope
caught her attention.

The moon quickly
jumped off between
the beats of a human heart,
it's vast and bright,
unusual and odd
but perfect and majestic.

Right in the core of the town,
lamps fired by
itself  in blue flames
whilst snoozing seeds
begin to grow day by day
until a new paradise was created.

The new town was strange
- but heavenly beautiful.
Eros' formicas starts
falling in line and
waiting for the splash of the candy
in every ping-pong ticks.
 Nov 2018 J L James
Edmund black
One
clear moment
One
of trance
One
missed step
One
perfect dance
One
missed shot
One
fleeting life
Hearts will stop beating
But love will never die
Thank You my dear friends for all the love and your support , I am all gratitude... I’ll be back soon..... stay blessed!
Despite of intuitions of something wrong,
She went out on her daily late eve walk,
& took her phone along,
To get a nice company & someone to talk,
As she took a few steps,
& went out of her street,
After having a doubt,
& choosing a new way
that day,
She heard the dogs crying aloud,
& she knew it wasn't a good omen,
But she couldn't understand a thing & took step to that new way she didn't know when?
As she entered the street,
A nice perfume did her nose surround,
But she saw nobody around!
Suddenly street lights burst out,
& she gave a loud shout!
She switched her phone's flashlight,
But her fully charged phone suddenly showed "battery low!"
She now listened a whistle & as she looked backward she saw him giving her a bow,
He the one with that nice perfume,
& the conversation did he resume,
He looked directly in her deep brown eyes,
With his strange shimmering green eyes,
& said,
" Hey young lady!
I'm hypnotized by your beauty... "
"What!!!" She said with a little anger,
"I, I meant to say,
Why did you come here & when,
Can't you see it's about to rain!!!"
She looked at the clean sky & shining stars,
But suddenly she saw lightning,
heard thundering,
& the dark clouds captured the sky,
Before she could understand a thing,
The big water drops fell upon her head which those cruel clouds did bring,
Surprised she suddenly asked,
"It seriously rained, how?"
He took her milky white hands in his snowy ones,
& took her to a cottage nearby,
& said, "This one is my!"
She tried to take her hands out of his,
But he didn't leave,
She looked at his shiny strange green emerald's eyes,
But the shine was burnt in the fire of lust,
Now all left there was the hunger & fire of lust,
She tried to release herself but all in vain,
& she was feeling a strange pain,
He kissed her snowy white nervous hands,
He kissed her blushing cheeks,
He kissed her cheery lips,
He tries to arise all the lust present in her,
& she was filled with tears,
& his touches & eyes,
Enlightened the same fire,
the same desire,
in her eyes,
& they started shining so bright,
& together did they spend the whole night...
Her sleep was disturbed,
When her phone ringed,
She took it up,
It was her friend,
"Hey where are you? Be quick!
If we are late again, Principal will lead us to our end..."
She was numb,
She was shocked,
She was lying undressed in someone else's bed!!!
She remembered last night's incident,
She looked after the strange host,
& saw a portrait where it was written,
"Sir Joseph D. William
(1898-1937)"
She was shocked & thought,
"How is it possible, was he a human or a..."
But the reality was now the host was gone,
The things left were
the unanswerable questions,
the unrealistic memories,
the unbelievable reality,
& she...
...along with that mysterious pleasant smell,
with a great fear,
& nothing to tell...
I thought of it when I went on my late eve walk on my roof, & felt the terror all around me, I saw the sky filled with that black & red color together, & felt the devil all around me, & wrote this...
You can take him as anything but for me he is a ghost with some unfulfilled desires, cause I believe in ghosts & such negative powers...
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