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 Jun 2014 Brycical
Petal pie
Juliette's back
is a shapely cello.
Her hair trailing softly
plays a deep, sad,
mahogany melody.
'La musique malheureuse'
her soul whispers.

But in the morning
she will stretch out,
throw the curtains wide
and light will shine through her.
When she speaks
her harp-like heart
will play a pretty tune.
*inspired by a musical neighbour*
 Jun 2014 Brycical
Heike Borgard
Most poets or writers here have my respect
but some are producing some strange effects
to call just 2 words a poem someone really needs guts
want to know how I call this? I name it -  It's nuts!
Has got 103 likes? Research and you'll detect
He/she liked 804 poems before..
you can start now to flame me but it's a fact.

Have been reading here a lot around
did not click “like” on every poem I found
but those that I liked no matter the subject
was “***” or a “Flower”
made me laugh or think twice or surprised me
with its strong expressive power
and a few, I admit, really touched me inside
Kudos! Poets you can take the pride!

Don't care if I am trendy
perhaps my language is bad and my grammar obscure
Typing errors – if you find some, please take them
Don't give a  a sh*t – they are yours.
Thanks for “likes” that are honest
and for taking your time
should be poetry not Facebook
and now to hell with the rhyme.


(© Moon aka Heike Borgard 2014)
Warm greetings to my followers, even if I do not follow
you, I will follow your poems and you are on my mind.
 Jun 2014 Brycical
Fah
Bring me your lips so i may nibble them ,
your eyes so i may know the depths of your love like a deep space observation , never cease to amaze my neurons with your subtle light.

Grant me your legs , wrapped around me at dawn .

Know that when we are together in the closest of moments i know that everything falls away to reveal the mystical dimensions , dreams aspire towards

The whispers kept between me and you ,
like the
Texture of grey beard hairs.
Become
cherished heart-breaths.
 Jun 2014 Brycical
Fah
Untitled
 Jun 2014 Brycical
Fah
It is not always..... but i’m working on being quieter... there is so much noise that is not needed in this world.                      I figure if i listen more, not only
will i
allow space

for the world to happen ... but i allow space for myself to disperse-
 Jun 2014 Brycical
mEb
Gravel Path
 Jun 2014 Brycical
mEb
_______________

Greetings gravel path
I'm hearing your clamors and murmurs
How is your erosion on this side of town?
Thank you for letting me help break you down
 Jun 2014 Brycical
Fah
1:59am
 Jun 2014 Brycical
Fah
i saw pink wildflowers appear in your eyes and a nebula display of star birth awash your iris
unleashed in your principle,
confusion vigil
wrestle to *** - just like christmas
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