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Roscoe Lane Dec 05, 2014

Big john

Big john…

I met a man called big john B,
he had a strange affect on me.
We were stood on the edge of
the Mississippi, near it’s end
a mile from the sea.

The affect he had was to free my thought,
to dream of things I thought I’d forgot
Taking me closer to that which I sought,
away from the fears and worries I’d fought.

Travelling we were from here to there,
never quite knowing the days end.
We took each new road without a care,
I’d never again find a closer friend.

Rula Dec 05, 2014

(Stan's WS) (Atteration of Frost's Good Hours) (2nd Attempt)

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
But I had the cottages in a row
up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the memories within, 2
Alike the sound of a violin. 1
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw a shadow, but couldn't track. 3

Numero Negative Zilch Dec 05, 2014

Missing Messiah

If I can be whatever I put my mind to THEN I WANNA BE THE MESSIAH

Mr. Microphone Mcgyver Mr. Survivor Almost died in the clutches of the man that contributed

to my birth within his eyes

I must've looked like the Viet Kong

boomacalaca Dec 05, 2014

Clouds, so soft, float across the sky
It fills me with joy, I don't know why
At the dawn, the sky is alight with fire
a sight that never fails to inspire
this poem that I wrote just for fun
for our special friend, the magnificent sun

Barbara Writes Dec 05, 2014

Where are the lights

A December winter night in this country
and my neighbors hadn’t their boundary
with Christmas trees or Christmas lights,
in past years did shine bright.

I had been feeling well
and went out for a spell
to drive my boy to work on time.
the frowns on colleagues face had his pride.

Its been a while since I drove
my Cheverolet Aveo on the road,
but my eyes had been clear
and in my body, I had no fear.

On the way home I picked up from work
the man I call a spouse.

Barbara Writes Dec 05, 2014

The Right Word WS Good Hours

I had for my winter evening walk
no one at all with whom to talk.
But I had the trees in a row
up to their shining leaves in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within,
I had the sound of a violin.
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no trees found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Esker Dec 04, 2014

>8< Hearts

twist
gleam
the red star
dream

logic in the lost
the tragic forth
the magic
lest

wander
squander
the towers
yellowed with their
warmth
the cold
turning
blood to ice
the flesh
to worlds
away

torn in the land
asunder
the lah
of living

semblance
acquaintance
dipped in her
lacquered hue
you read
through me
like a porous
note

brittle light Dec 04, 2014

'Til Twilight's Last Gleaming

another day arrives
on schedule, as usual

I am happy for it

a new day
ample and succulent
eager for all

it begins with a glow
chirp and chatter resume
the scent of cinnamon
spikes the air

I too, am now fully awake
beaming like a saturday kid

a deepity arises
giggly and wry

I snortle as I hitch up my pants

Rula Dec 04, 2014

(Stan's Word WS) (Alteration of Frost's Good Hours)

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
Along I had the trees in a row
whispering playful sounds had come slow.

Then I summoned the memories within,
They played the sound of a violin.
The glimpse of the past interlaced.
and youthful forms were easily traced.

I had the pleasing laughter bound.
It evoked in me a sound so loud.
and though alone I headed home back
I wouldn't let his star dim-go black.

mand Dec 04, 2014

Crazy Missing You

I've lost all reason
Since you've been gone
don't know if I can carry on.

This empty feeling
pervading me
is sapping all my energy.

Within this haunting
I'm in a flap
sorely troubled in doldrums trap.

So when the night folds
and twilight burns
I fidget sheets of toss and turns.

I'm going crazy
just missing you
I wonder, Do you miss me too?

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