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 May 2016 Urmila
Torin
I See You
 May 2016 Urmila
Torin
I see you walking through gardens
Every footfall a flower growing
Hyacinths and crocuses
Roses blood red in color
I see you in the garden
That began all humanity
All the love
Inside of me

I see you traipsing in the night
Your hands creating stars
Dust becoming light
Which shines onto my soul
I see you flying in the darkness
Your hope becomes my dream
Love divine
On angel wings

I see you dancing in the rain
Your hair wet with emotion
Your heart beating into me
So that I may feel
That my battered hands may touch
Your skin a broken cloud
Creating life
Inside of me
Maybe its not meant to be understood. Still I know one will understand it
 May 2016 Urmila
Paul Gilhooley
I like the dark, I like the cold,
Away from life that makes me old,
To stop and ponder what should be,
And escape the life that's crippling me.

I like to sit out in the rain,
The splosh of droplets, relieve the strain,
This crash of water, the growing puddles,
Oft clear my mind, and all it's muddles.

To sit and feel the pelt of hail,
That crisp, sharp sting and blast of gale,
The swirling wind, no sounds of man,
Here I can work out who I am.

I want some time from behind the mask,
I do not think that's much to ask?
I like to get away from it all,
For chance to be the real Paul.

Working out which path to follow,
To stop me feeling empty, hollow,
Where to go, to do what next?
This age old problem leaves me vexed!

From within my soul I feel its growl,
It's evil, demented, cavernous howl,
It's mere presence chills to the bone,
This demon follows, wherever I roam.

Controlling thoughts, fuelling fears,
Crippling ambition, driving tears,
My plans to go forward, it brings to a halt,
As everything in life, is always my fault.

My future remains lost in the haze,
Living with this darkness for all my days,
All that remains, is my epilogue,
I'm living with the big black dog!*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
 May 2016 Urmila
Richard Riddle
May 13, 2016
1:00 a.m.
"Grasping for straws, again!" It's amazing to me, that when we start aproaching  my age, how we start reflecting on events that, at the time of their occurence, were not important. Case in point:
Lubbock, Texas, September, 1953, if memory serves. During that time local television stations, at noon, always had a 15 minute newscast, followed by another 15 minutes of "public service programing, featuring upcoming events in the surrounding communities. This time of year, it was always the "South Plains Fair."
My brother, Bill, and I belonged to a volunteer service group that was scheduled to appear on such a program aptly titled "Hospitality Time." Also scheduled was a country western band that was to perform at the fair. I can't recall the name other than they were associated with a circuit called "The Louisiana Hayride",  similar to the "Grand 'ol Opry", both very popular on the radio, you do remember 'radio', don't you?"
Prior to the telecast, we got into a conversation with one of the musicians, who 'plunked' on his guitar while waiting for their call.He turned out to be the lead singer. Not being a country music fan, I  didn't pay much attention to them, after all, it was "just for the Fair." After they finished and were leaving, he turned to my brother and me, and said, "nice to meet you." It wasn't until a couple of years later, when I realized that we had met, and talked with, Elvis Presley.
copyright: richard riddle: 05-13-2016
Later on after graduating from high school(1959) I went to work for that TV Station, KCBD Channel 11, Lubbock, Texas. Spent 10 years with them before moving on to larger markets.
 May 2016 Urmila
Mike Hauser
I have this watch
That long ago stopped
When it grew tired of telling time

It so often felt
Keeping up with itself
Wasn't the best way of living life

So day after day
My watch planned its escape
And when the time had finally come

It did something quite odd
What most would consider opposite
Decided to stay but no longer run

That's where we now are
With my watch on my arm
Stopped in mid Tick Tock

If it had the chance
To run once again
I'm thinking the answer is not

As most watches find
Keeping up with the times
Will drive you over the ledge

That's why I keep it
Strapped to my wrist
As a reminder of that if nothing else
 May 2016 Urmila
Shruti Atri
In their darkness they grew,
Like shadows,
Reaching for a deeper Hell;
In their blackness they grew,
Bound together,
As they stood by the other's side;
Destroying each other--
Bit by bit...

*Devouring each other--
Bite
by
bite...
I wrote this while thinking of Bellatrix's love for Voldemort...
 May 2016 Urmila
Seán Mac Falls
( Sonnet)*

How can my lips survive,
The wait of beamed kisses,
From your green, fey eyes,
Pinned, blind by the sun?
O like scarlet dipping into
Seas, your lips are setting
All the skies aflame in dusk
From them, my poor body
Suffering to explore yours,
Heavenly eyes, unearthly,
Bodies ****** lips to dream,
Merest, only dream. Pray
Tell me surest, sweetest lie,
How can my lips survive?
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