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inbetween two worlds

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2011-06-23 07:13

"I hear she was sentenced
to life."
said one angel to another

the wind pressed on the meadow green
daisies roared like young waterfalls
willows danced in the sun like naked trees

only a cry was heard
this side of heaven.

REGIONAL BLOCK - ECOWAS

Submitted by t. reflexion on Thu, 2011-06-23 05:22

Our family ties, by custom, complex
Some in simple units of man and spouse
Ours, with three wives and fifteen children
A step sister slapped by a half brother
In brawl from play by younger ones
Entire household engulfed in militancy
A sketchy spectacle for the passers by

The Passion of Alize~(pronounced:al-iz-AY)

Submitted by docmaverick on Thu, 2011-06-23 01:14

My friend is hurting bad
way down deep inside,
makes me want to run away!

It's difficult
his grief to hide;
How the passion "stirs", from Alize~.

Never met this woman,
but what's true is true
this passion I feel, is real!

Sad is this day,
and every day that's "blue"!
This passion of Alize~, I feel.

Remember all these days,
when they come along,
it's when someone good goes away;

HAYFIELD NOON

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2011-06-22 21:53

A midday break from hauling hay
in summer heat that's here to stay
on this longest day of a hot year.
I wish a cloud would come this way.

An overheated crow flies by
through this oven of a sky.
He emits one desultory caw
which sounds barely worth the try.

In midst of field, a whirlwind blows.
The straw filled whirling dervish grows
lifting loose grass out of sight.
Another one of lunch-time's shows.

glycerine's glue

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Wed, 2011-06-22 16:12

glycerine’s glue

Life’s lottery ticket beneath
a clock that ticks five to four
close to the coffee cup stained
eyes are getting so very tired
words need to be explained

Should we drop typing keys
writing only natural ways
not sure I understand anymore
what’s to be said of my direction
fetid scripts run for the door

Lost My Horizon!

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2011-06-22 09:11

Lost My Horizon!

Under The Cover Of Darkness 

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Wed, 2011-06-22 08:52

Under the cover of darkness
Secrets are made
hidden like treasures
in the heart of earth's core

Secrets are like diamonds
dirty, tainted with impurities of life

Secrets like ocean jewels
when purged of it's sins
makes the heart shines
like pearls on the necks of stars

Secrets made and shared
under the cover of darkness
when revealed at dawn
draws the light of truth
on mountaintops

Workshop: 
Writing Forms workshop

battle weary

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2011-06-22 08:22

if you are battle weary,
lay down your weapons of mass destruction,
remember the process of
internal combustion, how only after food is swallowed
the process of digestion, assimilation
and elimination begin,

Glass II

Submitted by Hooded Stranger on Wed, 2011-06-22 07:53

Glass II

Await the sound
Await the sound
Await the sound of breaking glass

The insects march in unison
Unaware of the control they are under
I watch them dance below
Stomping wildly to the droning beat

Rhythm too fast
Bass line too harsh
Await the sound of breaking glass

Flashlight photography
Blinding tired eyes
Disguising blatant lies

(chorus)
Strobe light nightmare
Infrared dreams
Disintegrating
Into ultra violent screams

An Abode for the Dark

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Wed, 2011-06-22 04:01

Darkness
Slowly bleeds into the light
As a stain
Of India ink

Sunset,
But a memory or myth
Sleep will come
If you believe

You are
Truly safe from my death grip
Is it faith
In the unseen

I laugh,
Night is where the terror lives
Can you see
In my dark light

I do,
what I see is fear in you
Dancing in
A starless sky

Close them,
think that I am not with you
Let your sleep
Carry you on

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