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lovedly Oct 04, 2014

in passing the twilight..... friends

see us in golden light

as emerges the
ultimate night

let memories for ever remain bright
when we all are out of sight

till then many a candle light!
while you can
continue the fight
alright!

S
Shadowrose Oct 04, 2014

Integrity

Phineas, son of Belus,
privileged for only want.
Will you accept true merit
integrity holds for you?

T’was not lack of doubt nor clout
strength, but pride denied your prize.
Fight and flight! Valorous plight!
Surely she should be here now.

Bitterness your consolation.
Which this, you take so eagerly; gingerly.
Andromeda wretchedly stolen away!
Cruelly mocked by him; Winged Betrayer!
Her with her complacent laughs.

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Geremia Oct 03, 2014

RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION

I am a river raging
to Ocean's deep
where I will join all others
in my eternal sleep..
But I will rise again
in drops of rain
and morning dew
for all that ends
begins anew..

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lovedly Oct 03, 2014

your beautifuller eyes....

O beauty thou art

when thy face half concealed
cometh out in the open
let all eyes see the beauty
that thou hidest

behind veiled covers

let me feel the vibrancy of thy countenance
as to the world thy beauty thou dost reveal

I am just a loner passer by
in the world of admirable beauty
can you now let your face reveal?
what lies ahead for me...

If you want to see me

through my eyes
then unveil my friend
your beautifuller eyes.....
love lies within my eyes...

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emeka ozurumba Oct 03, 2014

roadside flowers

plough shear butter metabolism pass away fumes
coyote coy oat chisel & squirrel toilet friends
wheat-meal and algae proportions left recycled
green eyes and skilm mea, three faces; thumb suck
dancing in the dress flowers may pleads of the child
the rain of heavens work clock and home work daily
fetters dry stand still donator of
stood in the eyes slough ravens, later progenitor
forecalled and rich rivulet
one tear of all twilight long
sheen dancing in blue rays
light retardation predicates bough

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Barbara Writes Oct 03, 2014

Tutti Frutti

Tutti Frutti

In my early teen years
gum was scarce to us kids.
Five girls two boys,
each uniquely creative,
we found ways to entertain ourselves.

We didn't chew much gum
or ate much candy,
mama and daddy got necessities
and cookie treats when they could.

My younger sister Janice Lynn
one day found sap on a spruce tree
in the yard near the road.
I couldn't imagine where she got the gum
she chewed.

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Barbara Writes Oct 02, 2014

Section Fourteen (Study in Pink) Urilla Maure Detective

After Guy French talked with Anabel she revealed a clue, not mentioned.
Mackwill's behavior started me wondering more about the Mog
and Guy French's man chase, he said, resembled Fritzroy.

The Mog rumors made me wonder its existence because
Mackwill still has no memory of that rainy night with murder weapon in his pocket.
I talked to Mackwill's wife and his secret came to light when she left their home.

S
Shadowrose Oct 02, 2014

Obsession

What is this obsession
with which I feel so strong?
Heart-thump! Soul-fly! Mind’s eye!
Spirits thriving more for!

Sugared coffee mixture,
Icing cream to being.
Musical poetry?
Can not get rid of you!

So in this bliss, one cannot miss
obsession in my possession.
Thus must entrust, just lust encrust!
See I decree, be in with me!
Beginning now, my own future.

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alidzain Oct 02, 2014

A Study In Pink SECTION 13

Guy French narrowed his eyes
while Anabel stared back at him
"Tell me what happened that night."
She snorted and said nothing.
"Why aren't you answering me?"
" I prefer to stay alive, Detective."
The truth will be the death of me.
You know nothing about the forces at play."

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Geremia Oct 02, 2014

SEVENTY-TWO

AT SEVENTY-TWO

The days are flashing by
like strikes of blinding sunlight.
The past comes to me in vignettes
of sixteen millimeterr
slow motion in black and white
surreal
ghosts frozen in time.
and I agonize
with the years passing.