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betterdays Jun 2017
you mumured love
into my ear,
that made me glow

those words made a home
as they echoed in my my mind
they painted walls a warm blue
carpeted in a lovely angora white
moved in chairs, tables and
a big feather bed
those words warm and encouraging
had a family, that follwed them about
like little fluffy ducklings, bring a smile
to my face

they expanded their homstead
to make my heart large and welcoming
and those duckling words grew up
and flew from the home in my heart
out into the world, to give love

you mumured love into my ear
and the whole world changed..
Lee Turpin May 2011
after that it started to rain.
So I left my window open at night
to wait
every night: because
how well I knew you when you mumured
under the veil fog
and slid into my bed, after
I would fall asleep

when I closed my eyes and the cold dark came through
to fill my room
I asked you to come back.
in my little voice I saved up words
for you,
and waited

the drops were very quiet invasions into my head
but they screamed
so loud, that,
they weren't you
they weren't you

laughing, of course you hadn't
left me alone
as you promised, you never would.
they were screams
the sick made me I was sick and pale
moments
to rise too fast, and
fall -
that was when I lost the grids laid out in my head
and was inbetween and
I knew where you were, and I knew where I
wasn't

- love
I haven't heard from you in weeks now
and your birthday is past
I just want to say happy birthday
this suspension is stretching out my fingers
I can't cry tears
anymore, so
blood has begun to run down my face.

the stars at night are burning you bright
sentences
into my face
I can't
get them
away
from my
face

I miss you
are stupid words
to say in the dark
for george,
for kali.
Flame Apr 2018
I walked inside the room
All eyes on me
I noticed yours were warm
But I shrugged it off simply

I want to remember every bit of that day
The way you looked sideways
As if looking for someone
But I hid and act as if I was no one

You saw me sitting under a tree
You stared at me as if you really wanted me
You told me things that I wanted to hear
But why did you break my heart dear?

That day
You told me 'let's just run away'
But sideways you looked again
And mumured I don't want you more than just a friend
betterdays Jul 2018
the smell of used books
and years of young love
wafts through the
airconditioning

it is quiet, but not silent
with mumured questions
and conversations being
puntuated by electronics

still there are heads bent
in the pursuit of knowledge
some deep, some philosophical
some kardashianesque.

i sit in comfort, in a nook
breathing in must and thought
and ponder the quest for knowledge

the tour passes by, the guide intones;
there is over 46 kilometres of shelving
in this library, each shelf stacks six high.
just under two hundred computers
and of course access  to wifi...this is
the hub of  knowledge and should
well become your second home

i smile as i watch the bright young things
in the nook across  from me,  
devour  the knowledge of each others face
learning diversified....

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