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neth jones Apr 2017
I feel examined
By cautious meats
With wet soft teeth
I've earned an energys' attention
I'm being fumbled with and considered
Perhaps I am to be
A tester of new waters
On lifes' behalf ?
I don't want love that's given like bread to
a bird, just thrown in the pond so carelessly,
though with good will in mind.
I want love composed like a letter,
each word carefully constructed,
enticing me to attempt an even more eloquent response,
this kind of back and forth exchange of wit.
And I want love that is like a long
and scenic walk, like a million flowers
performing lively dances by the edge of the lake;
love that is hard and soft, give and take.
I do not want to be thought a poor, lonely duck
in need of a generous park attender's charity;
I want to be loved with selfish clarity,
as though I am the setting sun.
Safana Feb 2021
Just surrender do not render
Remember!
A calendar is an angle grinder
lowering it's apple pie order
in asunder,
in this life everyone is attender
so, never turn intentions into deficit disorder...
Be less backhander
but a big band leader
or a bidder instead of bar attender,
be more as binder and bleeder
and blender like blinder
to mix not a terrible blunder
Spending a lot like a boarder
in a border seems like a bounder
or a ******* of a dark from light builder...
This world, is a cigarette holder
that chunder with a collider
for every commander of order
or conductor who consider
one contender and converter
who convert court order
from the defender...
All natural recorder
and descent recorder
will speak out in order
not disorder
at coming days without divider
for embroider...
Always be motive like first *******
to cross feeder
of a road or a river with fender
without fender ******...
And the first aider
for first of fender
never, every day flop like a flounder
because some days may end up as
street fodder
so foist upon everyone to
take white collar in folder...
And every founder is a freeholder
not a freeloader...
Hate no one but *******
like an American Gerry mander
who tried to steal the national gunpowder...
Down to the header
is a beautiful herbaceous border,
in a hidden agenda
carrying by a Highlander
to summit it to the lowlander,
why wondering?
for this life made to order
through mail order
not for only majority leader
and markets leader,
this is what paupers mounder
about social grinder
when expecting all infrastructures mender
to come on his hand without milk powder
as a minder to all childminder...
But, a fake minder- reader
will be misreader
appeared to be money spider...
And the cardiac carriage that moulder
in a time of ******
of a serious offender
who drives his life like off-roader
as an offsider with oleander...
for every out rider
who decided to work with outsider...

We hope to be blest to ride on a panda
for our commander to pander
our beautiful wishes and to work
more than plodder
Do not render
neth jones Jun 2017
We have upset the art
and there has been
a spill of negativity
In ink we share
but
we have been careless
Linked
we swerve againgst god thought
and struggle
to paste together beauty
A tear in eye
we fiddle with emotion
incantations
and repetitions
The mission seemed real
now
it is the enemy
Worn free of meaning
less than an attender
an obstacle to the heal and the mend
Aeshish Feb 2018
If timid, may I call myself, because never I faced any
Or so fearful I was, that I feared the consequences,
And much stubborn to act superior for many
I’m afraid, for whole of age, never had acquaintances.

Night was blur, silent, so the things were at peace
Then I heard a call hailing from window,
I presumed that one the rarest, else things were at ease
Until the rain at three feared me, out of row.

How scary the hour was in lap of silent attender
But then the soul was intrepid to face the thunder, I stepped,
Renege striking, unbearable thunders, enough for soul to surrender
No longer I could wait, I saw the devilish reason, I collapsed.

Thought, protector of seasons, perhaps would be weeping
I could gather demonic screams of squall,
At once, I looked back, wondered about body still lying
Havoc, maniac, willful was I, the peace lasted for small.

Like humans, I screamed, feared for reunion of body and soul
The never ending demon, seemed, turning my parts to *******,
Never can portray, how frightened I was in whole
Then were the fading howls, silent mourns, as it was stipple.

For sooner, I could see the fading beacon
An unlearned lad seemed waving, inviting soul to fly free,
He drew to leave an awful life beats of no reason
The rain at three, didn’t tore body and soul apart,
It was still to live, to breathe, remit was the only key.

(03:00)
Terriann Walling Sep 2018
An artifice of pure gold,
Was caste within a golden mold,
And placed up high upon its place
Where glory shone on its shiny face.
All that saw it praised its sight,
They stared up high at its glorious light.

When one day something twisted yearned,
Building within that golden urn.
It festered and grew from inside the glory,
And molded its own darker story.
Although the outside shone with splendour,
Deeper festered a dark attender.

With pressure building up so strong,
The worshippers heard not the dark song.
Which leaked and played its whispering tune,
Then stood up tall howling at the moon.
And crept out fully from that crack,
Attaching itself to an unsuspecting back,

Which writhed in pain and absorbed the dark,
A new adventure on which to embark.
Happy for a mobile host,
It corrupted no more that golden ghost.
Ayushi Yawalkar Jan 2021
Wind blows in a dark night

With some heart ignite

Let that ignition twirl into remnants

And let the weather clement….



With a sudden downpour of rain

I routinely wane

It brings me a remainder

When I was a attender



Wind blows gently

But times sprightly

A person may vanish

But memories never..



When a rain touches a leaf

It gave a flowers a relief

Accquired a life full of bless

Shows the life was restless



When drops of rain hits the ground

Makes the hearts wound

It cranes the planters grain

A new hope to regain

And the rain washed away the pain..



Pain in the heart and

Regain in soul

Makes me so strong

So I yet  have hope to gain


And then rain again washed the pain…..

                                                               -Ayushi

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