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What does it mean when everybody
Knows you and nobody should?  You
Are in a dream  Strangers by furtive
Word and sign tell you they know.
They know you.   In a dream the dream
Must be a secret but the clues are every-
Where but only the stranger can see
Them.  If you want to know if you are
Dreaming- Go where you are not known
Go alone...Like a cosmic joke you can-
Not understand then you know you
Must be dreaming,  long dreaming.
The clues are everywhere but still the
Mystery cannot be solved but maybe
Just maybe in this dream or another
You will dream of love more bautifully


If you hear echoes of a Mysterious
Stranger blame Mark Twain.
 Jun 2015 gee
jeffrey robin
-- on the real things ....

                                      ••

lost train
the fog of night and the barren dreams

//

( wanting a lover ---- !

                           you ( ? ) )

who could believe

//

The eerie silence

::

In the shadows over there

( over by the side -- where reality

Is hidden )



Keepin things simple

( truth must be -- found )

••

The lost train

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the hungry children

//

The dying humanity

//

//

Poets !  Poets !

On the street

//

Looking for strays

//

Rotting fruit in the gutter

//

Something to eat
 Jun 2015 gee
Rainey Birthwright
in a meadow on the bluffs
little stars clutch clinging
to earth and sky all for us
the eye. petals are rolling
in on misty winds surprise
more for the eyes, and all
of meadow so live above
is tapestry higher than sea
colours meshing with leaves
birds, bees, faces of flower
scents of sweetness in air
a patch of ground bursting
for you and me with poetry
 Jun 2015 gee
Rainey Birthwright
Tears turn sands to mud,
Eyes unveil only sorrows,
Outstretched hands alone,
Red hair is tossing winds,
Lips parched upon dry air,
Barren of flesh to be held,
Toes are frozen on strands,
Eyes remembering of joys,
By the sea that breaks me,
My hand in yours no more.
 Jun 2015 gee
denis j ryan harman
did i ever tell you
  you saved me
from myself
did i ever tell you
  i will never be the same
did i ever tell you
   the day i saw your face
it was through the portals
  of my soul
and i wished i could have seen you
with a hundred eyes
  did i ever tell you
that knowing you has
brought the mercy of God
upon a humbled heart
and the house of love
has opened its doors
and its fragrance follows me
all the days of my life
 Jun 2015 gee
Havran
and here I found myself
in complete radio silence.
You're the soft humming static,
the deafening silence
as soon as I close my car door.
There's a certain kind of peace here,
though what I have is emptiness;
what I have is nothing.
You're the cigarette in my fingers at 3 am,
if only I hadn't quit.
You're the portrait that I'd create in awe,
if only I knew how to draw.
You're every song and piece of poetry
that these hands will ever compose for months,
and even years,
and by the stars, sweetie,
do I know how to write.
 Jun 2015 gee
beth fwoah dream
it is summer and even the grasses
start to wither in the dry heat.

i am broken like
an old iron gate,
i have ornate scrolls and twisting
roses.

in the long, hot hours,
the sea roars softly
and i long for you
wrapped into the hollows of the sun.

little pieces of me gathered into
you scattered like a
blue sky.

little pieces and i know i am only
of fragments and love.
 Jun 2015 gee
Rainey Birthwright
Off lone island bay,
Outlander waves are praying,
Curly in their white caps.

Cars and lorries are creeping
Into a village still sleeping,
Coming in from nowhere.

Stones have things to voice,
There are stars of rock fish
Deep in bays with the moon.

Beyond night dream are lochs,
Darks and colds of longings,
Mountains old as confusion.

Birds chime their mouth musics,
Churlishly sent over moorlands,
All questions ring unanswered.

On broke beaches are notions
Of days strung to faraways
And sands bleached ancestral.

Off lone island bay,
Simple comings, waves, goings,
After sly moon, sun has its say.
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