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scribbler Apr 28, 2012

ORANGE RIBBONS

Along the course I often go
a narrow twisting two lane road
lies a tract whose owner I don't know
bereft of even one abode

Country land not far from town
a mix of forest and fallow glade
years since any hay mowed down
there by men who scorned cool shade

Though unposted, I've not roamed this place
but I've every time slowed down to look
and think to test my halting pace
in search of a suspected brook

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loved Apr 28, 2012

Let

Let our lips meet some day, like these ..oh how sweet thy lips upon mine ...oh what a treat ...
then two angels from the outside world shall retreat ...
to in the far folds of eternity to meet ...
and
then devour each other..
hour by hour ...
till in our bones remains no more power...
and then the two entwined ,are taken away by divine... to a lovers paradise ... if there be one..
and the world of lovers ...shall in our glamour... compose romantic poetry...
like

Romeo and Juliet ..

the two of us shall be....

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temidayo Apr 28, 2012

poetry in a bottle

I was birthed in a rush,
i must hurry,
rise i must
to the surface to burst.
U see when the bottle tips beer into this vessel the race has begun.
We all shoot for a breather,a s we froth together,
in much haste we brim over
I was born a bubble,hav e a natural fear of colliding with others thus I dodge trouble mummy says i am an escapist, whatever that means. I escape thats what I do
2.
We are all candidates of the Pour for its the tipping point
when the open bottle neck is at a lower altitude to the base.

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Kailashana2 Apr 28, 2012

Grief, a Mysterious Stranger

Had I known grief sooner,
recognized her and loved her
anyway
I would not have sent
her across the river, dressed
in rags and and filled with hunger,
no rice, nor love in her begging bowl...

Terrified,
growing old in the daylight like the
shadow of sorrow
all alone and
unwanted in the evening when
blind crickets play their wild harps and fireflies
punch tiny holes in the night
to reveal all that is dark-eyed.

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believe Apr 28, 2012

LOVE, Possession lost

Love,
sweet scented rock of life,
Untouched by death,
or dawns delight,
not of this world,
a flower that grows,
dimensions
angels blessed, adorned
Of battles lost,
and battles won.
Beneath its blooded flag -
succumb
Save only few
can justly say
good or bad,
they won’t betray.
Residing from the darkness lit
Desire forbid,
or - jealous spit.
That ranks of man
forsake the crown.
in chivalrous act’s
the noble found.
Where does it reside today

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weirdelf Apr 28, 2012

I Like House

I like House most
the instant of hurt
when he realizes
his jokes are for kids
who can never see
the joke

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Esker Apr 28, 2012

s a l a c i o u s . . v e r o c i t y

ribbon lean
the rich niche
culpa means

the static threshold
of the edge beam
warmed by the
hints of brilliant
einai

slipstern
tensile shrouds
the cloth
the oath
held

page edge
turned
the arc
of between's

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Linda Moses Apr 28, 2012

Jack

He quickly dressed in his best suit and cape, placed his black silk top hat
On his head at a jaunty angle. One last look in the mirror, and he ran down
the staircase and out the front door
The shiney black and gold coach was waiting. It was pulled by four large, sleek horses

P
PianoBoy Apr 27, 2012

Her

Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
Her hair flows like a crystal stream.
And every time I see her face
Her smile radiates joy as it beams.

Her personality is unwavering.
Her friendship knows no ends.
Sometimes when we have a fight
she tries really hard to make amends.

Ever since I met her
my life has changed a lot.
Her kindness shows a kind of person,
the kindness I had always sought.

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WonderGolly Apr 27, 2012

Trapped in a Nightmare

For some of us, life is but a garden of thorns
The agony is the sole sweetness to savour:

If this be a nightmare by your making, dream-maker
Into which I am trapped, I pray to wake from it now
Before reality tattoos me as an outcast
I can no longer linger here on this gray field
And listen to the weeping winds sing melancholy songs
To the lonely willows wallowing upon lonely hillocks
Heartbroken underneath the dull moonbeams