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Rachel martas May 2013
Roes are red violets are blue faces like yours belong in a zoo don't be mad I'll be there with you not in the cage but laughing at you!
Emre Fatih May 2016
green eyes
how come
that warm
gently rides
to springs of heaven
from frosty blue ice
then turns black ravens
to brightest white doves
and
the hopeless cravens
to bravest heroes

lashes: turkish bows
glances like arrows
runnin' baby roes
make you chase for a while
what a perky look
cheerful naughty snook
but flowing jungle brook
sings her lullaby

a shiny pinky smile
carries an angel tribe
withinside
of the nook
thus devil got riled
was expelled and allied
with the nebbish adam
-rosy pink lips wiled
and might
clothe the seven seas
by the holly tide
Christine Ueri Jul 2016
skuld
skuld
skuldenaar

dit suis vanaand
in tolbos tale
rond-en-wind-ge-foeter
oor ‘n dor doer pad
‘n uitgestrekte stoftong
lek geraamtes
tot aan die silwer koppies
in die Klein Karoo se maan

skuld
skuld
skuld–in–aar

is Ma ‘n vreemdeling
wat staan en tee drink
in ‘n ander vrou
se blou kombuis

skuld
skuld
skuld–in–haar

al starend na die krake
weerspieël die vensterglas
‘n aarde broos
verbrokkel

maar

die reën sal kom
my kind
die reën sal kom
profeteer die roes–rooi wolke

al loeiend in die wind

sal Ma staan
onmiskenbaar
soos ongetemde buffelsgras
gewortel en gegrond
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13/02/2016
Shaded Lamp Mar 2016
Bring back the wolves, nature's balance has gone astray
The ancient flowing water is carving a new way

Reds and Roes are rampant, stripping blade, stalk and leaf
Diversity is dwindling, the knife is in its sheath

Bring back the wolves, not those that shoot for "sport"
Untame mother nature with her sharpest retort


My BELOVEDz
A FREE spirit bird
Soars wings in flight
Heart as soft was steel
Wisdom bigger than intelligence
Seen through her lovely eyes
Flowers grow on her radiant face
No wonder the honey bees flutter
Her being is a garden burgeoning
Her smiles as fresh as rain
Her laughter flowing as early spring
Her eyes - the cosmic gaze
Her hair - the blue violet nests
Her breathe - like tulips and roses
She walks and comes like an autumn
That makes everyone fall for her
Fruits grow over her
Ripens redz in LOVERz shade
Pomegranate juice, chin apples
How round and sweet her *******
Riches, fame, desires shower on her
Her purity is wealthy royal treasury
Her skin is silk
Her pores essence is scent
Her body is gold-dust curves
Her ruby lips
Her pearly teeth
I always say to her
YOU are God/dess/ Nature's
'Over indulgence"
It is all about celestial LOVE
Her existence evokes paradise sweet
Her walks everyone sway in red wine
Her lips honey, her breathe musk
She is all divine, from head to toe
Don't be surprised - if intelligence
Missed the mark for wisdom...!
Even her touch steals spring's heart
Many have sighed and died though
Just by the gaze of her LOVE
Her face like sun & shine
Her eyes like moon & light
Does she know the sorcery of LOVE
Her lips pink, cheeks red roes
Her eyebrows - black and dark nights
Her glow of eye - burn many hearts afire
To me the curls of her hair
Look like dark clouds
Oh... her hand, fingers - reeds of ivory
Her nails shining golden filberts
Her neck - like an aware cautious deer
Flows of the conflagration of her bosoms
Her back as shining as surface of Mars
She donates inward strength to LOVERz
To play the mischievous subtle
Her being plunders hearts and soul
She profits through the trade of LOVE
There is no one like her in this world
The beauty of heavens on our earth
She is an Angel of LOVEliness



Captured in the psych ward


Today Ron got out of bed and
Had cereal and toast and then went to the hdu because he found out that his usual hangout burnt down overnight
By a man who has a lot of violence in him, you see this man suffers from schitzophrenia and has these dillusions of Fire being the answer, you see when he burns something down, a voice he claims is gods but it is really
The delusions in his brain saying do it do it do it
Burn it down and collect the insurance and go overseas to travel and everything will be alright and Ron had a lot on his plate with momma rose two weeks after patty roes death
And then this strange man entered the psych ward saying
I don't belong here with no hopers and sick people and
Momma rose went over to him
And said what are you in for
And he said I torched a place down to collect the insurance
To travel around the world
And Ron came in and took the man aside and started to understand why he would do
Awful things to businesses and homes and first of all he said his name was Harry and then he said God wants me to do this, you see if I torch a place i
Can collect the insurance and go overseas and Ron said what Makes you think in your mind that anyone will give you insurance for that and Harry said God always helps the little guys just like me, you see mate
I am different from other people
And Ron said what makes you think that and Harry said you see everyone worries about not
Being able to have kids and me
I don't care because there is so much you have to do
1 look into which school to enrol
Your kids into
2 buy food so your kids don't starve
3 pick up and drop off at school
And sporting events
Ahhhhhhh
And momma rose came over
And said Harry, do you want to escape one day, I know where they keep the keys
Because I have people on the outside I want to **** or destroy
And Ron said momma rose can you please leave me and Harry alone and momma rose walked away saying **** your *******
******* and Ron decided that
Harry should be trailed on chlosophine because there are a lot of violent thoughts flying around his head and Harry said
My mate Patrick doesn't want to help me, so he planted his voice into my head saying we don't like you anymore and Ron said we need you to understand the nature of your actions and Harry said I know what I did was right for me and Ron said you need chlosophine right now
And later that day they had  dinner and then Ron bought out the medications and momma rose said I know I killed George Washington but why should I stay here I am better now
When I was a kid we went to hospital to have operations and
Not stuck here watching tv
And Harry said shut up ****
And Ron clocked off and bought pizza and retired to the couch while momma rose played nice mother to Harry
Explaining every show making Harry very mad but he just let
Momma rose talk and that was the first day of Harry


Sent from my iPhone
as you may know,

it was a seedy day

yester day

so i lit the fire and sewed

superman pants.



used herring bone stitch

soothing in white



watched the film

flickering

and remembered

fridays was fish



we had herrings

fried the skin crisp

the roes plump and hard



the boys liked soft

suppose they would



used old cotton,

naturally and the wire

needle threader

fingered stiffed

sewing done felt a little

better



more coal on the fire

all will be well
Daan May 2019
Het is slaapwelletjes geweest.
Het groeten is het meest
rustgevend, stuiterend, springlevend
wanneer je eigenlijk stil moet zijn.
Probeer te kalmeren. Drink wat wijn.
Ik zal ze decanteren.

In mijn roes verwijder ik de platenhoes,
die grijze, voel ik me gevoelloos
op comfortabele wijze.
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i have become
Rachel Gosby May 2020
Who you are
Your accomplishments
The little things in life
beautiful moments
each day that comes alone
all of your success
your heroes, and she-roes
the big, and little victories
milestones as you prepare for the road ahead
the struggle as much as the success
how amazing you are
your individuality
how outstanding, and **** you are
how strong, and fearless you are
your achievements
the risks you take every day
ever lesions you've learned over the years
every win, no matter how small

No matter how hard things may seem to be, celebrate the successful things you've done in your life. every day is a celebration and you should ******* celebrate.
Penne Jul 2019
Swim in this peach water
That reminds him the pink lemonade he drank that warm summer
Then spilled on his rose gold scales
As clear as his lapis lazuli eyes
And dives in this cloudy journey
Well, if it welcomes irony
We wanna help him but he will be fine
Even if he is looking frail
Since this is his breathing haven
The glowing seashell trail is already woven
All cold colors and liquid life enlightens
Wagging his tail deeper to the shadows
Curtain of mysteries dissolve in these bellows
He keeps flapping his fins
For he is curious at these things
Or is he just frozen on the inside as he was on the outside?
His lazuli eyes lock on the prize
Voices pierce through him, "Do not take the risk or you will be a disk!"
The other says, "Go to the right!"
Founded no fears of height
Stumbles upon a cove of roes
By the current flows
He stops and his skin rosier
For it reminds him his woos
Somehow he is now ****** as his woes
This bubble bath myth
The ocean flowers shower him with grit
The sweet taste of evanescence
Waves follow as he just starts the reminiscence
When he is thrown to the rocky crystals,
His rainbow splashed blood dials
Injecting himself on them over and over reminds him that he is flawed
Oh, was he raw
Aurora beams tear the surface
Is this what he is looking for?
Now he is above shore
Moves but interlaced
Speaks through the hour
It is shining here but
Why does he want to return underneath there again?
Or does he not?
What is the prize
And will it suffice?
Hot as he is going to rot
In this melting ***
Will he be able to feel her again in this time clot?
As he is furloughed
Never reached the coral dolour
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2020
Just as there are heroes
there should also be she-roes

— The End —