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off the roof  
like
rain  
from  
the
gutters
eaves
filling    
with
blue  
berry
ink
i    
taste    
the    
sweetness
on
the
warm  
tongue
of    
pages
before    
they

blow

away            
with                  
my                            
                      
breath                                  
.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2016
a great whale breaches
"man-watching"
the pacific stirs
This is a Lune devised by poet Robert Kelly. You are restricted to 13 syllables 5/3/5 in his attempt to tighten the Haiku format in English
Little inexperienced girl
Wanted to eat the world
But it swallowed her whole
It won't return her
Until she's nothing but bones
 Jan 2016 Adam Childs
Poetic T
Yawning
                            Stretching
Tired feet,
                                eyes half open
In need of sleep.
                             Early morning
Darkness awoken
                                     Light still sleeping
Quiet  morning
                          People still asleep
To early
                              Time to rest
Now back to slumber
                                         Now back to sleep.
How I have felt this week first week of nights in a month [YAWN]
 Jan 2016 Adam Childs
am i ee
the delicious silence
forms tucked away
in beds
dreaming sleeping dreams

the town silent
dark
only the night
shift toils away

and even they
sleep

the sky hidden
by a blanket of clouds
rain paused

a peaceful heart
breathes in
deeply

thoughts abated
warm messages
waiting

an army of wonderful
humans
reaching out to
one another

bringing love and joy
into a little corner of another
part of this little
planet

she spins
out in space
green and blue and white

dear dear Mother Earth
so small when seen from above
so huge when seen from below

peals of laughter ring across her
sobs of sorrow water her

ever there
ever here

we are all one
here on this little
spinning rock

wake up and
be the love
be the light
be the compassion

simply be
in peace
in stillness
in silence
in solitude

~~~
 Jan 2016 Adam Childs
wordvango
marjorie farmer originally shared to poets of g exlib (Discussion):

I would like to share the most memorable poem I ever heard with all here at poets of g exlib:

Trees       by:  Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose ***** snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
RIP Marge!!  You will never be forgotten
I will be turning myself in today
Life in prison awaits me
Must say I definitely deserve it
I killed a girl and I'd do it again
She would fill my head with ideas
Telling me I was worthless
Saying I should just disappear
Maybe she was right all along
But when I saw her in the mirror
My blood boiled and it enraged me
So I suffocated her one quiet night
Drowned her negativity with my pillow
Saw the malice in her eyes fade and die
Never again will she drag me down
For I am a better person now
I killed the woman in my mind
The one that said I was a waste of space
The one that said I'd never inspire
She didn't know what I was capable of
I was capable of loving myself
I killed the side of me that didn't love
Written on January  13, 2016 and shared via Hello Poetry on January 14, 2016. Copywrite belongs  to Bianca Reyes.
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