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May Be May Be Not

Submitted by raj on Sat, 2014-12-13 14:03

Between dawn and dusk
a lot happens in our world
is night a reprieve?

the moon keeps up the vigil
till the sun rises again

Did You Ever Think That Maybe, Just MAYBE, You Actually Make Me Happy?

Submitted by emogothgirl on Fri, 2014-12-12 21:53

you are sunlight on ice.
the cold slowly melts away from me
and warmth is all that's left

you are blue sky
through charred and blackened clouds
despite thick layers of pollution you are brilliant.

My Lucky Wish in Hell

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Fri, 2014-12-12 19:28

My Lucky Wish in Hell

Dropped a penny down a well,
heard a rumble rise from it’s core.
Then a voice decreed go to hell,
in fear I stammered, what for.

Didn’t you just ask for perfect health,
beautiful fast ladies and great cars.
Oodles and oodles of copious wealth,
live with and entertain the big stars.

Then to take drugs be forever high,
care for no one or let them care for you.
Watch beautiful movies then laugh not cry,
listen to sad songs but never get blue.

Trees by Philip Larkin (The Right Word Workshop)

Submitted by alidzain on Fri, 2014-12-12 17:07

The trees are (turning) into leaf
Like (words) almost being said
The recent buds (grow) and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (young) again
And we (growing) old? No, they (aged) too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (wild) thresh
In fullgrown (on) every May
Last year (sweet) (dreams) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (afresh)

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Right word workshop

Submitted by wesley snow on Thu, 2014-12-11 20:14

The trees are blossomed into leaf
Like poesy almost being said
The recent buds grow dark and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are young again
And we so old? No, they age too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain
Yet still the unresting will thresh
In fullgrown bloom every May
Last year is dead they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Stan, Trees by Philip Larkin (Right Word WS) (new)

Submitted by Ian.T on Thu, 2014-12-11 19:17

Have fun..LOVE..Stan
TREES by Philip Larkin

The trees are (bursting) into leaf
Like (whispers) almost being said
the recent buds (grow) and spread
their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (whole) again
and we (grow) old? No, they (will) too
their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (boughs) thresh
In full grown (splendour) every May
Last year (sweet) (memory) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (enmesh)

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Power Burn

Submitted by brittle light on Thu, 2014-12-11 14:51

position taken
position set
drive the anchor pin
we shall not be moved
this is war
suck it up
shut the fuck up
can't hear you
lalalalalla
wrong
wrongwrongwrong
monger monger
mangy monger
shut 'em down
power to us
power for us
a power lust
burning righteous
burning within
burn baby burn
burn it down
burn them bridges
bras, cards, flags, symbols
cars, stores, books, badges
burn 'em down
burn the whole fuckin' house down

Sub-liminal Aware-less

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2014-12-11 03:16

42
facial recognition
pause the slow route in blue suits
from rows of cartops seem alike
they are unique..different
cruising in wrap arounds
designer glass...
Confident strides
Confident as I
watching with new
made friend drawing
smokes in cupped hands
while winter winds hurries
on its way finding its place
down the middle
and at sleeves loose

the slush like applesauce
pressed into shoe prints
and tire tracks
profile an inch deep

Trees by Philip Larkin (Right Word WS)

Submitted by Rula on Thu, 2014-12-11 01:57

The trees are (coming) into leaf
Like (fables) almost being said
The recent buds (unfold) and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (young) again
And we (grow) old? No, they (do) too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (sprouts) thresh
In fullgrown (bodies) every May
Last year (had) (gone) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (afresh)

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

A LEGEND IS BEING BURIED NOW 10 DEC 2014

Submitted by lovedly on Wed, 2014-12-10 23:18

A LEGEND IS BEING BURIED NOW 10 DEC 2014

Oh LORD!

Oh! Lord if thou does’t exist,
pray grant me a final wish
that ere they bury me or incinerate,
in the cloudy rain and snow
the sun weeping silently
behind darkened clouds...

''''just a small wish...''''

give me life for just a wee moment,
to be able to rise and thank
all standing in ovation,
to praise me hence...

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