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Poppy Fields Apr 2017
The Chicago skyline is
Perfectly visible
from the planetarium.

Gulls visit the blue green
of Lake Michigan,
with wings, not cars.

Damn them, they don’t
have to pay for parking.

My feet have tread there
a thousand times,
but only now do I see
the weight of
my million pictures.

I borrowed your eyes
for a moment,
to think through you
in a drunken view.
Raven Jun 2017
Witness to eyes that don't fall on me -- bury me into Egyptian sand and
let the mirage spin me into oblivion.
V Exeter Jul 20
Sniff, sniff. You enter my nose.
Jack or Jill may refer to a rose, but --
Both of us represent the sapphic,
intentional bitch, with a deviant itch.
Scratch, scratch. Deliberate action.

I smell sex sweat.

Sex is wet. The wetter we get,
the better we sin.
I'm all yours for fetish, on all
fours, in position.
Sex is wet. The wetter you get,
the better my quench.

Drink drink drink til the water is done,
oasis to desert.
Drink drink drink.
Swallow, willing.
Drink, drink.

Return me,
your salty seas.
CK Baker Apr 2017
i had a dream
i was flying
in the arms
of this grande old kite
and we drifted through canyons
and across flowered fields
over endless pastures
and restless seas

i looked down
somewhere near
the haldimand half-point
and saw friends
and patrons
while the busy keepers
of oasis
were singing
and loosening their vowels

familiar faces
were everywhere
and it was warm
and serene
they were charting courses
and building dreams
layering praise
untarnished by imposing views
and as much as i tried
i couldn’t express my gratitude

when i woke
i was lying
with an angel
at my back
whose eyes
were wide
and blue
and her words came crystal clear
kindness will not be sold

and as i turned
to reach the hand
rain had gathered
and washed away
the final stain
For Jack and May
I know what exactly I need
But can't go beyond
To reach.

Few times it seems
Out of hand
Trying to grab it

But what an oasis
kind of a feeling
There! it seems..

when trying to get reach closer
There is nothing!
Weekend feeling. Trying to be whole
But pieces keeps of falling apart.
Trying to be productive in lot of other ways.
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Not once upon a time but now
among most innocent ones,
an Arabian voice is buried
in the thick wall of bricks
furnished with glory,
floating in the oasis of money.

Yet, when it switches to it's origin
then maybe is a poor Arab speaking.
Still the rest of the world
                                 can forget the oil
                           it's no sad story anymore
the sand beneath his feet shines
                                 brighter than the gold!
Many walking different paths,
But lead us in the same direction

A place filled with much pain,
And lots of empty reflections

Rivers filled with tears of sadness,
From the emptiness deep inside.

Oceans filled with tears of pain,
A pain we try to hide.

A desert without water,
But yet the oasis we do see.

Our minds twisted and turned
Is it real or make believe.

People do not understand
The challenges that we face.

We struggle just to get by,
With a smile upon our face.

I hope they never feel,
What it’s like to be inside our head.

Struggling with our demons,
Some wishing they were dead.

People don’t understand our struggles,
Or the shoes we have to wear.

Feeling all the loneliness,
Just hoping someone would care.

All the pain we must  carry,
As we struggle every day.

We hope to make it through
Our darkest hours,
Just to struggle another day.


Written by
An oasis in the eyes
Secrets in the mind
Chaos in the soul

Out of the confined mind
Unveiled the truth
Behind the thousand dreams

Blind folded
Told me once

She wants
To see
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Rule of law
Luz Hanaii Jul 17
In pain and suffering, we feel the lash of correction
At times we don't understand why?
We see others laugh and carry on.
Yet we only see outwardly, what they wish us to see,
but they too have gone,
or will eventually go through the refining fires.
None of us can escape the molding hands.

The more we go through the easier one
-can relate to other's suffering and pain.
Pain educates the spirit if open to change,
conserves us humble and compassionate.

It is such a gift to be able to express your deepest feelings.
This is a special world of poetry with many dear hearts,
it's an oasis that keeps us sane.  To be part of those who have
loving hearts unspoiled by the harshness of the world and those
who dwell in it,  it's truly a blessing from above.

For those of us who are constantly challenged in many ways,
I send you my sincere prayers and love.
May you always be at peace, no matter the storms.
That no illness, person, situation or abuse
-can ever separate us from His loving and saving grace.

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