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alidzain Mar 19, 2015

Quest (Meter WS)

Seek you the lord of elves in the house of pleasure
Lost is his mind, betrayed by his younger brother
Let him drink this potion to break the spell on him
Stand by his side and help him reclaim his kingdom.

SEEK you the/ KING of / ELVES in the /HOUSE of /PLEAsure
LOST is his/ MIND, be/TRAYED by his/ YOUNGer /BROther
LET him /DRINK this /POtion to /BREAK the /SPELL on him
STAND by his/ SIDE and/ HELP him re/CLAIM his/ KINGdom

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lovedly Mar 18, 2015

MY WILL

there r 3 kinds of wills

First till 30 plus =======''''FREE WILL.............................................>>>>>>>>>>>>''''

Second till say 67plus ////minus=====WILL POWER

Third thereafter ===== ======================YOUR ''WILL..''
===The strength it can show to all around
who should show more
and
be more around

any doubts
then
PM me

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Esker Mar 18, 2015

TRANZER ZINEZ

Slip in the ivory softness
tender like keys
unlocking hearts
like a quiet winged theif
The half folded wisp
punchdocumented
pass
Down to the revolt of darkness
of marble arched
madness
brake breath
and electric winds
wear your mask
like a shield
where elbows
like spears
yeild

Smiles are crescent
notes drawn like
violinists
on pigeon parade
grounds
the Blue Velvet
of coins and delicate
paper

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Rula Mar 18, 2015

Where Melancholies Live ( Meter WS + recording)

as melancholies belong to a darker place
that's far and away from the beamish stars,
they'd wrinkle and crease with, furrows and lines
those faces traced with scowls and frowns

https://soundcloud.com/rula68/where-melancholies-live

R
raj Mar 18, 2015

Snuggle

snuggle like tendrils
akin to their intimate
seductive twirling

their delicate touch rouses
budding lilies and lilacs

K
Kailashana2 Mar 18, 2015

one little woman

the last great catch of a man
didn't look like Sasquatch, didn't
smell like three days of bad fish
didn't hover over the far land in his
own hot air

some little woman
saw him for what he was
and then shot and bagged him
had him stuffed
like a trophy wife

i heard she got away with it, too
then took a plane somewhere deep and dark
in Budapest, squandering
her laughter.

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alidzain Mar 17, 2015

My Dreams (For Wes Meter WS)

I release my dreams to dance with the stars

and watch them shine with colors of hopes

or perish and turn to dusts of life,

reborn again in another time

My try in parsing -

I release/  my dreams /to dance/ with the stars

 and watch/ them shine/ with co/lors of hopes/

or per/ish and turn/ to dusts/ of life,

S
scribbler Mar 17, 2015

ACCOMPANIMENT

Add a bit of music to this verse
and transform it to a song,
one in which you might immerse
and listen to the whole day long.

For background, rustling fallen leaves
as a squirrel seeks a last acorn
joined by a mourning dove which grieves
the loss of warmth this winter morn.

The woodwinds are the ducks and geese
whose notes vary from low to high
which they all gladly release
while conducting through a cobalt sky.

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judyanne Mar 17, 2015

Collective Karma

.
this seminary of relativities

defines
rights and wrongs
miracles and abominations
awe and antipathy
love and loathing

perpetuates the corporeal world of
sensibility
vitality and subsistence

calibrates
the unfavourable and auspicious
evil and virtue
weak and strong
unhealthy and sound

so if come
malakim
messiahs
bodhi....

then needs be
lucifers
mephistopheles
ignorance....

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riotface97 Mar 17, 2015

howl at the moon

my dear,
howl at the moon

like a madman
in a cage

rip fragile clothes
from silken skin

and waltz

my darling,
laugh for nothing

but reasons
in the dust

for dust is but dust
when shown to the wind

my lover,
turn to me

let air
fill your lungs

and scream for me

for i wish not
to be

but those
who cannot speak
without smiling

so smile
leaving crows feet
at the door

and run my dear
run throughout the night