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Restless but not Restricted

Submitted by AzharFeder on Mon, 2012-10-01 03:41

Boundless Feelings, boundless Emotions
when it comes to express them we are bounded
so much to say but we hardly utter
so much to say but we are short of words
some time we get few words but we hardly open up
want to share & exchange but we prefer quiet
need someone who can decode expressions
someone who can provide exact meaning
but we all fail as we try to pursue words
all we need to read those eyes
in quiet & placid they keep talking
for sorrow or happiness they keep dropping

D E B A U C H E > . . .

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-09-30 20:52

can't seem to see
the floodplain me
our hostel imprint glassware time
escapes our shell
Your heart in mine

this sadness beads of
atrophy
still rushed in turpid
meaning crush

come with our duster
dreams cloaked
damp The misting rains
that turn hope black
our naked room
with trembling timid
fingers on our backs

the bare breast haste
the passion rage
our loins brazen
with the spring
and now
our fall

In search for peace

Submitted by Rula on Sun, 2012-09-30 16:16

I once walked
with the empty streets
to meet the dawn
but they never took me there-
where peace could be found.

Instead they led me
to life's lamenting shores
where I endlessly talked
to the empty shells,
to the broken waves,
and to the withering sands
just to find out that
peace has there
forever drowned.

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

nosegay

Submitted by judyanne on Sun, 2012-09-30 05:19

from freshly turned soil
nostalgia drifts
a raw sweet aroma
born of the season's virgin breath

space billows
reveals a stage
the light of my past beckons softly
and I return to a scene
that count has concealed

shadows shimmer in deep eddies
melodious tones
of times now long gone
fresh paint, new carpet
pristine polished timber -
the feel, the comfort of my very first home

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

WINGS

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2012-09-29 20:08

WINGS

I seek no magic
no Christmas dreams
no childhood anticipation
of exciting things
no wanderings into fantasy
and imagination.
I have no place to hide
any more.
I have no wings

ÇAÇÔ, Man of the Morning Star, protasis, p.1 Harsh, b.1, canto six

Submitted by wesley snow on Sat, 2012-09-29 17:51

Canto Six ~ Gundhag the witch returns home and immediately sets about the difficult task of determining the truth of the mystical child’s presumed possession. She is not entirely convinced the Arch Demon Childéan Kew resides within the boy.

Bits

Submitted by kowque on Sat, 2012-09-29 17:21

Doing it bare with you
was like running over broken glass
the absolute thrill of it
would dip my soul in fire

But our world has ended
The blankets are no more
the chore of breathing has become-
A keepsake I cannot discard

The last dregs of our affair
Catch in my throat
The walls have liquefied,
and the sky has fallen
Crushing us
damning us to ashes without hope

I live near a park

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-09-29 12:54

it has many swings
none are ever empty ...
during day,
young gals and kids run around

during midday teens abound
till the evening....
yet at the stroke of nine
the moon when it does shine
many gals and guys one finds
entwined,
see-sawing and swinging
in happy unison
the garden is like Eden

The dreams of youth

Submitted by Rula on Sat, 2012-09-29 07:16

In streams and currents gently flow our dreams,
to leave the conscious nap and rest awhile.
Away they carry anguished inner screams,
from worried, busy walking streets that rile.

Most dreams don't often last and shortly thrive.
They almost fade, unably pass-unmaintained.
While wished to ever live in frames alive,
they'll be forgotten once they pass–non gained.

An Empty Park

Submitted by Ian.T on Sat, 2012-09-29 03:05

I walked today,
without the laughter,
of the children.
I felt empty and so alone,
the world may have ended
Please tell me I am wrong,
I cannot see!

There seems to be an empty space
in front of me.
Yesterday they were here,
I heard them so

Please tell me what,
has made them go.
I cannot see
it’s hard for me
to listen to emptiness.

Just tell me
I am wrong
and it won’t be long.
Before the children return

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