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Jessica Nichole Oct 2011
beautiful green mesh
of a garden full of
mint.
a thick snowy web
gently tops the tall,
fragrant mint—
never thinking where this
dewy web derived from.

i suddenly spotted the source.
how could something so
grotesque
so ghastly
create something so beautiful
such as this web?

thick body, thick octet set of legs
perched
and ready
for something.

maybe
when it dies
the vermin
could possibly redeem itself
because of the
snowy, dewy web
(a home)
it made in the green
meshy garden of mint.
andrew juma Jan 2016
She glides in her glamour
Irresiatible like gamma
I gape in awe
eye candy

I am cornered in stupor
Me, the preyful master of the jungle

Me the systematic schemer
I encountered no stopper
In my predatory exploits

I persued
Ran like a breeze in the meshy thicket
To capture and feast

She saw me
She smiled with conspiracy
Geed me up...
so confusing

I roared ready to strike
But her smile ...it was mesmerizing
I forgot about my mission
The hunter became the hunted

I tell myself I am still in control
After all I got her, or did she get me?
I wonder

She should be my gala
I decide otherwise
To take that moment of temptation
To marvel at her fineness

She is the muse
turning out to be my luck
I might keep hunting
But her I will keep
Preserve and protect

It will be alot better
If see her tomorrow too,
And the next day
And the next day
So I will be her friend rather

Amanda
Girlpower
Tushar Singh Aug 2017
Inside a box (whose face
read "memories"),
there laid worn-out,faded,stupid-looking bands...

They were all mingled-up.
All tangled-up,
just like a mesh.
But deep in that mesh, there still lives the beautiful memory that is not at all meshy !!!

#friends  #friendship
happy friendship day !!
Durow Dec 2018
i see textures
landscapes
moving fluid
organic
alive

the sound isn't a song
it's a piece of art

colors and hues
bouncy
meshy gradience

the sound isn't an album
it's a collection of circumferences

there is no math being done
those who calculate the soul are musicians
i don't calculate
it's just there

the sound isn't a note
it's discovery

~,x'~

i hope someday i can show you what i see
i gotta say
it's a beautiful day here
have a nice day :)

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