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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

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Agony by  David Grigorian

 

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your choice

your choice
of growing with loneliness
as a tree abounds in a deserted land
with winds blowing up only sand
and then there in the midst of an oasis
widens a mirage
as it blanks the mind

you chose loneliness
to that hopeful mirage,
which draws mankind

perhaps twas no mirage
but an apparition of mind
in the deepest
darkest and solitary refines
which make you
melancholy
and depressiveness design

Save Our Youth

What is happening to our youth?
their minds disintegrating before old age
smoking coke, shooting guns,
demanding freedom like they're caged!

A vulgar mouth on an angel's face.
The premature loss of innocence-
shocking! Shameful - a disgrace!
We can't pin our hopes on deviants!

Seek out the roots of this wretchedness!
pull them out from our minds,
free their hearts, guide their souls
let no more killer be another child

PROMISED LAND

Rusted gates, paint peeling doors,
weeds in an asphalt parking lot.
Has it been just eight short years?
This story has a tragic plot.

Any man who's unafraid of work
should not have to look long for a job,
yet after twenty two years toil
he's just a number lost among the mob.

His way of life deemed obsolete,
too many jobs now over seas,
or lost when bankers all messed up.
Proud men tossed aside like autumn leaves.

Repairs...

Alone...They are alone...
Drawn together they will heal
Hearts alive within the stone
Beat beneath the steel

Nights of yearning, be together
Days, of learning be as one
No matter what the weather
Have awesome times of fun

Hurt yourself no more
Do them the very same
Call it even score
Cancel out the game

Forgiveness is forgetting,
even for a day
For each one that is forgotten
make new remembered ways

Ive watched you in the day,
Ive stalked you in the night.
Ive tried to hide this feeling,
Because the things i want you for arent right.

I am coming to claim you now...
Imagination just isn't enough...
I've snatched you in the moonlight,
And I'm giving it to you rough.
I feel you struggle underneath,
My fantasy, going in so deep.
I make you feel my pleasure,
As you drown below my pressure.

Wild Abandon

"wild abandon"

a state of being I have never experienced
or understood
but, about which I have always wondered

are the practitioners crazy?
have their springs popped?
have they stripped their grey gears
smooth and loose?

wilddddd.....abandonnnnnnn......!
(this is as close as I have gotten so far)

what would it be like?

to dance and bay, naked in the moonlight
to bellow bawdy songs at stodgy functions
to snarl and sneer like a rabid raccoon
just to annoy non-practitioners of the art

ECLIPSE

ECLIPSE

ECLIPSE

From corners dark and deep
soulless creatures creep
to steal my joy and kill my sleep.
no dream or morning sun
can bring me back into the light
where shadows dwell
and turn day to night.

Hastening all toward our death ! passed 90

Hastening all toward our death
this I don't at all agree with
do you know,
BIG
elder Bush,
jumped from a helicopter at 90
he wasn't trying to hasten death

but perhaps wanted a snap mid page
at that youthful age
which he sustained at 90

and

the other day
the oldest guy did lay
at 111 he didn't have a mind to go away
but then was he not kept in an ICU
and
why not, if not

Silence After The Storm

Black clouds loom over still,
Wind will settle down,
We've fought this war until we've broken down each others will.
Standing with my heart away,
An attempt to keep yours at bay,
I don't wanna be a victim anymore.

The storm has past,
quiet now at last,
War is over let's go our seperate ways.
We built it up, it took its toll,
And now all were left to do is suffer in the bitter resentment...
In the silence of the storm.

This Time, My Love

This time, my love, I want us to be slow
and kiss each other all around
from side to side, from head to toe.

I want us to forget about each care
that weighs like stone upon our minds
and let love take us unaware.

Let's just get lost in each sustained caress
and let our passion guide us through.
Let's do whatever we like best.

We need no other motive than to love,
seeking out each other's pleasure
as if it were a pearl or gold.

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