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Psyve Mar 12, 2007

CONFLUENCE

So we’re told, by those who hold
The view, that earthly strings
Will overpower the pull of love
On all celestial things-
But, by some paradox, around the equinox,
No power in the stars
Could prevent the confluence
Of Mercury, Uranus and Mars.
 
For Mercury, of fire born-
Quicksilver, much maligned-
Uranus, so distant,
Was the last to be aligned-
Now, in Mars, this triad of stars
Has found its human face:
The pull of love, that once seemed faint,
Has drawn them to this place…
 
As Jupiter and Venus watched

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Psyve Mar 12, 2007

FAREWELL TO JUNE, FAREWELL IN MARCH

The Colonel’s gone:
There’s an old lady all alone
And so forlorn;
Suddenly, with him not there
She’s past her prime:
Out of tune and out of breath
And out of time…
 
And her days drag on and on…
And her nights are, oh, so long…
She remembers days in ‘Doon:
Stairwells and starch,
Farewells in March,
Farewell to June!
 
A lonely song:
She’d always said she would go first,
But now he’s gone
Leaving memories of days of broken trust,
As her house turns to decay
And flesh to dust,
 

LA
Le Shaun J. Alexis Mar 09, 2007

Untitled

   Expressionless,she knew how to remain stoic all too well.The child sat there staring at her feet or the shoes that her feet hid in rather.Her face blank,partially hidden by long,thick corkscrew twists.She observes everything that is around her except what lay in front of her for that to her was already expected. A scene that had wound and rewound itself in her mind but never got stretched or tired from overplay. It was an already seen, a deja' vu that subconsciously she had anticipated. 

O
ownself Mar 05, 2007

"I"

I do my best in school,

I have a dog,

I don't try to be cool,

But I still end up in the fog.

Sometimes my emotions don't make since,

I come home to a bunch of nonsince.

I try to help out a bit

But I don't have the time,

I try to do my school work,

I try to stay in line.

I don't want my life to be a waste,

every day I try to pick up the pace.

I try hard to make life better,

But it seems sometimes that it gets trown back in my face.

Iknow I'm appreciated,

but sometimes I wonder.

MV
Michael F Vinning Mar 04, 2007

THE WONDER WHEEL

The Wonder Wheel
by M Vinning

The Wonder Wheel Spins On
Destination Ignorance
Blindly on to a car crash
to a Broken Heart
to an Untimely Death

The Wonder Wheel Spins On
Destination Hope
Kindly on to Love
to Belonging
to Life

 

MV
Michael F Vinning Mar 04, 2007

ELUSIVITY

 

 

ELUSIVITY
by M Vinning

Happiness
Simple, Necessary
Easy like a Hug from your Dad

Happiness
Simply Complicated
Elusive like a Hug from you Dad

MV
Michael F Vinning Mar 04, 2007

THEORY

THEORYby M Vinning

Ignorance Uplifting
Learned is Hate, Malice, & Mistrust
Innocence lost is ignorance Taught!

D
Dee Mar 02, 2007

The Affair

Is it right to remain in a loveless marriage if ONE partner falls out of love? Who is right and who is wrong? if anyone at all?


The Affair


Two people,... individuals, yet I love them both
Two souls,... linked together, since they first betroth
Thirty years down the line, cracks begin to show
Some that needn't really be there, some she didn't even know

How I hear the pain in his voice... as he shares his secret fears
I can feel the trauma in his heart, as I watch his tears.......

D
Dee Mar 02, 2007

I miss you so ..........





I miss you so .............

Oh Dear Mum and Dad .... I miss you so.... even after all these years
I often sit and reminisce, and try to hold back my tears.
Sometimes my tears are of losing you and the pain I feel inside.
How lost and lonely I can feel, yet try, always to hide

Sometimes my tears don't come through pain, but from happy times we had.
Your last words to me I remember them, Can you remember Dad?
We sat upon your bedside, knowing times not on our side....

LA
Le Shaun J. Alexis Mar 01, 2007

Not decided yet

I sat in an open field

Pen and paper in hand,

Waiting for raw inspiration to strike.

I looked around me,where I was perched

On a little hillock  of dirt,grass and wild flowers

And I thought,what if this was once a short,burly man

Who died a horrible death,a murder most foul,

A struggle in this field,in the still of the night.

The only witness was the moon,he was left there to suffer.

I wondered if he said anything at all

If he had the strength to,of course.