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Jan 2016 Ugo

Micheal Wolf

I could see fragility in her eyes I had never seen there before
For my friend always smiles, always has counsel for others, always there, even when she is hurt this is different, painful too see
Too try to explain that look in any child’s eyes would be almost impossible
Lost, empty, fearful, distraught
Seeing it in a grown woman’s face was no different.
Week by week I see her face
It counts down in anguish, like a clock
Irony some call our faces clocks!
But I swear it counts down with each view, the sadness weighs the skin, and the eyes try to hide the hurt
Not detracting from her beauty, oh no
At fifty she still has the looks of a woman a decade younger, at least, and the body to complement that, but her voice is her jewel
Listening to her sing has brought laughter and tears to many, but, I digress
I can't help the one who helps everyone else
The one who always does her bit and more and more often for the unappreciative
I just listen
To watch one you love leave this world is agony
To watch a parent, unimaginable, slow and heartbreaking
The fragility in those eyes is love in its entire splendor
The tears for a man who only ever gave, she was one of his greatest gifts
Soon he will leave and leave behind a precious heart
One of the kindest I have ever known
But those eyes I don't think will ever be the same
But look closely for another star will twinkle in them
That light carries on

Jan 2016 Ugo

A lion no roar

Jan 2016 Ugo

Mantsebo Golda Gaojewe

A lion no roar

A lion appeared no roar
It's fearless face faced mine
He held my hand and I held its paw
Fear in my voice, voiceless
Begged him to let go

He clasped harder
Lord did nothing, but
Look at me
I fixed my eyes on Him too
His face crystal as pure water.
Voiceless, I tried

Jan 2016 Ugo

Young Girl

Jan 2016 Ugo

Elise Davis

Young Girl

Last night,
I got out a bottle of Jack Daniels,
a blanket, an old stereo,
shaved everywhere,
lit candles in the house,
he’d told me he was coming over,

I thought about how we would sit outside on the porch,
I thought about how we would drink whiskey,
I thought about how we would kiss.

Our kiss wouldn’t have been an ordinary kiss,
Our kiss would lead him to realize I was who he wanted.

He never came over.

I finished all the Jack Daniels on the porch,
listened to the metal on the swing grind
as I pushed back and forth.

This morning I began to read my book for school,
“The Tupinamba were known to be cannibals.”
I wonder if he is just scared that’s why,
“They loved human flesh.”
During the show last week I know saw him looking at me the whole time,
“The fingers and grease around the liver were specialties, saved for distinguished members.”
I’ll wear my new jeans tonight at the party, they make my **** look good,
“The smaller muscles in the legs were distributed equally among the children.”
But.. he said he likes that black dress of mine… I'm going to wear that,
“Old women rushed to drink the warm blood.”
I put down the book.

Outside my window the rain came in louder waves.
Tonight would be cold.
Showing my legs would be ridiculous.

#love #rejection #dating #blah #youth

Jan 2016 Ugo

Live

Jan 2016 Ugo

Charlotte Huston

Live

I LIVE with him,
    On every dying day;
Until it's sundown,
    Calls Death's decay.

Only foreboding is the Love of mine,
    A divine right that he;
Painted the seas invisible,
    No marriage granted me.

I live with him,
    I stand alive today;
Behold the melancholy,
    Of our Death's decay.

Teach me the Time -
    That counts our days;
For our Love is endless,
    In a darkened maze.

#love #death #day #live

Jan 2016 Ugo

A Smile...

Jan 2016 Ugo

Jasmine Roper

A Smile...

It's more contagious than the common cold,
More addicting than any drug,
More beautiful than any sunrise,
More comforting than any physical touch,
More entertaining than any movie.

It contains more magic than Houdini,
Contains more sparks than the 4th of July,
Contains more dreams than a thousand years of sleep,
It holds more hope than anything in the world.

Everything in the universe is out of focus
I can't see anything,
Except for one thing.
Something unbelievably real,
incredibly prepossessing
and Insanely attractive
A Smile...
Your smile to be exact.

Jan 2016 Ugo

The Sad Ones

Jan 2016 Ugo

The Dedpoet

The Sad Ones

The days can raise colorless
Born among mysterious everybodies,
The Sad Ones carry shreds of darkness
With them tangled in the fringes
Of their lives.
They cannot drag another down,
They give happiness where
None can be taken,
They can illuminate
The saddest people and take
Their pain like an offering.
They walk among the souls
With silent faces and drowsy
Existence.
The Sad Ones
Disperse into the Winters' depths
Where winter honors grey days
And starless nights.
From their secrets or pains
Come a gathered endurance
And can illuminate with
A wisdom of regret and sorrow,
Like colored plumes of dark flora
They roam spinkled among
The masses to bring the bright side
Of things they know nothing of.

They have wings,
The Sad Ones do,
Gentle but firm wings gilded
In murmured words never spoken,
Winds of the lovers never taken,
Watching moonrises
Over sighing waves.
Their home is a lonely peak
Where clouds sit on mountains
And forever remain,
There they reflect on the sadness
Of most kisses and symbolic love.
And they are forgotten when
The people encounter them,
Though misery loves
A little company, the others do not
Stay in the dark.

The Sad Ones,
They are dreams forgotten,
A smile returning,
The bring about the light for others
In their dark lonesome hearts,
They are hidden away like memory,

And they keep other smiling
As they sigh above the moonlit waves
Sighing in the darkness.

#love #haiku #sadness #happy #haikus #snowflakes #neruda #dickinson #dedpoet #nervo

Jan 2016 Ugo

Untitled

Jan 2016 Ugo

devinchoa

Untitled

Here i sit and read
Then i meet you and greet.
A smile of yours makes my heart beats.
Just to know that it also bleeds.

Jan 2016 Ugo

THE LOST MOMENTS OF CHILDHOOD RETURN

Jan 2016 Ugo

Donall Dempsey

THE LOST MOMENTS OF CHILDHOOD RETURN

THE LOST MOMENTS OF CHILDHOOD RETURN

the trees stop running
the hills slow down
the station arrives at the train

he felt if he were to
let go of the tightly held red balloon
he would float away into the forever

the silence settles
upon him like invisible snow
even the noise is quiet

the teacher speaks to him
in visible italics
sarcasm staining the space between them

the teacher shouts in CAPITALS
he cringes in lower case
rubbing himself out

a snowfall of dust
upon the snail's back
sunlight shifts from foot to foot

a sunbeam slices through
the attic's ages
motes pretend they're atoms

the night like
black blotting paper
absorbs him bit by. . .

a yellow brick on a red brick on a
the ** ** ** of Christmas
my tonsils no longer mine

fields dozing
under an unrelenting sun
trees walking in shimmer

the world too big
to pack into the little words
he knew

in the space between
second and second
he sees the world as it is

These are the 'non-times" or times of no apparent consequences...remembered bits of nothing where the sense of a sense of things and how the world comes to invade my little head...where the thought can think itself but can't express itself in those building blocks of uselessness we call words.

They are of importance only in the fleeting sketch of my me-ness as it encountered a world that grew organically out of the time I was planted in. This is the place between second and second where the world comes into being.