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 Apr 2017 Zoe
Àŧùl
Those angel faces,
Seem so distant,
Me, my loneliness amazes.
My HP Poem #1515
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
i go out into the fields at night
searching for the secrets of star bright
in hopes i will, in case i might
find the wish i wish most nights

and that my wish it will come true
that all in life will become new
where in the day time i will find
as i wish most nights upon star bright
 Apr 2017 Zoe
CharlesC
This tradition seems lurking
as the real Theory of Everything..
It is a pull toward recognition of
the real Self which we all are..
This sacred Tradition
places our Self and our
seeming self-separation..ego
in a perennial dance
which has always been so..
This is the Illumination within
which all of our religions their
temporary patterns express..
Science has neglected
this Formula until it was found
that an Observer has been hiding
and must be revealed
for further advance..
We seem to be on the threshold
of a startling discovery:
Our Self is Everything
the real TOE for which
we have perennially
been seeking...
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
She is the chalk that draws the line
The sturdy rope, the ties that bind
The go-to when times are rough
The sweetness in the breath of love

She sets the rhythm of the day
She is the all in all she's made
And we, the gallery of her art

~The Family Matriarch~

She is the hope in all of us
The shinning light, the path of love
She is the strength from out the start
The very beat deep in the heart

And after all when all is said
Her children rise and call her blessed
Accepting life through joy and scars

~The Family Matriarch~
Just thinking of my Mother and feeling blessed at the strong Godly woman she is. It's been 13 years since my Dads passing and my Mother at 87 still holds the family tightly together.
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
I'm having the hardest time
Trying to find something that rhymes
With Paul Simon's counterpart
Garfunkel so I'll just call him Art

Always standing to Paul's right
Feeling left out in his life of strife
Struggling in the crossing over
This bridge of his troubled waters

Although he can sing sweet as sin
There's nowhere for Art to put his hands

While Rhyming Simon strums his guitar
Empty are the tinder hands of Art
Pockets front and pockets back
Are his only plan of attack

If he had known it'd go down this way
An instrument he would have learned to play
But as far as history goes
Who wouldn't love to have his voice

Although he can sing sweet as sin
Art Garfunkel has nowhere to put his hands
Though Art Garfunkel while singing would hold the Mic stand at times he did keep his hands in his pockets quite frequently...awkward.
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
Sooner
 Apr 2017 Zoe
Mike Hauser
I never have really said
That I have had regrets
But if I had the chance
I'm sure some things I'd do different

I might slow down long enough
To enjoy some of what I've done
Not take too much so serious
Have a bit more fun

But the one thing if I could again
Out of all the things I'd do
Is I would make sure to fall
Sooner in love with you

There's only so much time
That we have in this life
Whether we get it wrong
Or whether we get it right

I'm just blessed to have the best
All for the count, hands down
And if given a second chance
I'd go another round

But the one thing if I could
Out of all the things I'd do
Is I would make sure this time
To fall sooner in love with you
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