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 Jul 2015 Dr Zik
Tia Jane
There's so much of us left in my blood ~
It's too thick ~
Flowing through me too slowly ~
Forcing my to heart labor ~
You could not breathe with me ~  
I could not breathe without you ~
I'm drifting through time ~
It has no meaning ~
I'm catching vapours in the wind ~
But beloved ~ it's not enough
I need your touch ~
I'm not sure who I am without it ~
Your need to be free ~
My need to be held ~
Clashing together like thunder clouds
We created a violent storm ~
And so I drift ~
Catching thoughts of you ~
Only to return ~
When you want to feel the rain again ~

Copyright © Tia Jane Fajardo
#heart #freedom #want #desire #storm #love #lust #longing
 Jul 2015 Dr Zik
RW Dennen
Bugle call in cadence be
spread your deep sincerity

Reverberate its call
within our minds
of good deeds done
for better times

Heroes of every walk of life
remembered by bugle sounds
into vesper night
It's sounding love of mankind
and sacrifice
About everyday people
like you and me
About brass sounds that triumph liberty
It's sounding our land, not laid bare,
by the right to speak
It's sounding about lives laid down
that freedoms seek
And through that bugle call we see
in taps that sound great dignity

We must fight
not to relinquish
our hard earned truth
in bugle calls of our youth

Now i lay my bugle
down to sleep
And still i hear that
sound
that haunting sound
forever be
that ushers forth
our dignity
Hang strong "We the People" have the masses. This poem was meant for
people like Martin Luther King who gave forth positive contributions and died
in helping mostly the middle class and poor; have a good 4th.
 Jul 2015 Dr Zik
Shivendra Om
Voices
 Jul 2015 Dr Zik
Shivendra Om
Garrulous voices
my ears can not bear

Contralto deep tones
they shake my old bones
they echo in my heart
–yours
My woman has a deep beautiful voice

by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
 Jul 2015 Dr Zik
Shivendra Om
My tiny rhymes pass away
—undiscovered

(an unpunished
innocent crime)

—You, my muse. I abused
your unaltered patience
by Luca Shivendra Om
Copyright Luca Shivendra Om
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